Chapter 2, The Revenge of the Malevolent

Wen Jingxin felt a pang of bitterness and said to Xia Qiang: "The child's depression is particularly related to family and environment. I hope you can face Xia Xia's illness seriously; she is currently in a very severe condition"

Song Zhaixing tilted her neck, lowering her gaze at Xia Qiang, resembling a form of defiance. "Xia Xia is first and foremost a person, and only secondly your daughter. If you use the grievances she suffers outside as an excuse to vent your frustrations on her, you are truly a failed father"

I did not! I did not frame him! He is dead and will suffer no more! Ah!

Li Weixi held Song Zhaixing as they rolled to the side, and even in such a critical moment, he did not forget to support her head with his palm, fearing that she might get hurt even slightly. The bullet struck Liu Fushan right between the eyebrows, and he lay stiffly at the door of the ward, no longer making a sound. The bullet exited through his forehead, falling to the ground at their feet. Had it not been for Li Weixi's timely action in pulling Song Zhaixing away from his embrace, that bullet might have claimed her life as well.

The once vast corridor now only remains with Li Weixi, Song Zhaixing, and Liu Fushan; those who could escape have fled, while those who could not hide in the rooms, waiting for an unknown death

A colleague was momentarily taken aback, "More than 1,700? How is that possible?"

What are you doing

Song Zhaixing's eyes brightened, and before the word "thank you" could escape his lips, he had already turned around to block Li Weixi's departure.

You want Sun Ming to be brought here because you intend to kill him as well

The bustling hall was filled with patients and their families. He weaved through the crowd, sighing as he made his way to the psychiatry department. A person wearing a black mask, who brushed past him, suddenly stopped, and after hearing his mutterings, began to follow him, inching closer to the psychiatry department.

He noticed Liu Fushan's eyes darken, and without any awareness, he took two more steps forward, then said: "You want his wife's corpse because there was something you didn't do that day. Shortly after you killed her, the police arrived, and the one who led the charge was Sun Ming. He disrupted all your plans, and you hate him"

Before getting married, you often scolded your younger brother, didn't you? What is the difference

Li Weixi chuckled softly and looked at Yun Yuehua, "Godmother, although you warned me before I came, I have only now truly witnessed the two treasures in the department today."

Li Weixi took a step forward to block Liu Fushan: "You are holding me hostage, and I will no longer speak. Aren't you here to kill me? I will exchange myself for her."

It is advantageous to have connections in the court, as it facilitates matters

It was this very sentence that caused Liu Fushan to tremble all over like a sieve and completely collapse, raising his knife and charging straight at Song Zhaixing to stab him.

"Godmother?" Jian Yifan and Song Zhaixing exclaimed in unison once again

In the year your parents divorced, you severely beat your father and were locked up for three months, during which your younger brother visited you every day. Later, you began to control your brother, beating him until he got married, after which you could no longer control him

Which of those on the operating table is performing surgery on behalf of someone else

Sun Ming sighed with regret, and Li Weixi comforted him, saying: "In Liu Fushan's heart, death is the only liberation. The two brothers suffered from domestic violence at the hands of their father since childhood, leaving them with significant psychological scars. Liu Fushan desperately wants to treat his brother well, but he simply cannot do it, and unconsciously, he has become like their father. He controls his brother, inflicts violence upon him, and experiences pain while doing so"

Let the bullet graze the skin a little, it's nothing

Pei Xin was momentarily taken aback, hesitating as he said, "This... this is just a shopaholic, wanting to buy everything they see"

Liu Fushan was momentarily taken aback, and before he could respond, he heard Li Weixi say: "Don’t be fooled by the fact that you are the elder brother; in reality, it has always been your younger brother taking care of you, hasn’t it? Your younger brother is very obedient and well-behaved. Whenever your father punished you, he would always plead on your behalf."

Jian Yifan excitedly lunged towards Song Zhaixing, who was caught off guard and dodged to the side. With a loud "bang," Jian Yifan crashed straight into the cabinet.

Ah, Zhaixing, you promised me last night

Agree to agree

Before I could utter mere words of comfort, I saw Wenjing rushing over in a fluster, tears streaming down her face as she spoke

Sun Ming raised his head, looking at the position where Li Weixi stood, and said firmly: "I do not know whether he can resolve this time, but I believe he will definitely minimize the casualties"

She must have a problem! Pei Xin was so anxious that she was jumping up and down, "Shopping every day, all she knows is to buy, buy, buy. She won't even look at the cheap stuff, only the expensive ones. When it's discount season, during big sales, don't even get me started. The house is piled high with things, all of which are useless. She can't go to the mall; once we get there, she can't move, constantly pestering me to buy things! With all this, how can she not have a problem? How is that possible! I beg you, please take a look at her!"

Jian Yifan held his notebook, listing his grievances against Li Weixi one by one

Shut up

Liu Fushan's voice was deep and powerful, and Song Zaixing felt the weight of that power increase slightly around his neck

Li Weixi tugged at the corner of his lips, a hint of mockery in his smile, "Your brother's wife often beat and scolded him while she was alive, and he silently endured it just as he has grown accustomed to you hitting him. But you cannot endure it. In fact, you want to be good to your brother, so you cannot tolerate anyone bullying him. Whoever bullies him, you will kill them."

Everything changed in the blink of an eye. Liu Fushan leaped over Xia Qiang and, in a single swift motion, took Song Zhaixing, who was wearing a white coat, hostage, pressing the sharp blade against Song Zhaixing's neck. The hospital was thrown into chaos, and Xia Qiang retreated repeatedly, as the once bustling corridor cleared a large space within seconds, allowing Liu Fushan to force Song Zhaixing step by step towards the ward.

A-Xing? Are you alright

"Zhai Xing, please calm down." Li Weixi stepped forward to pull her.

I believe you have it

"Since you did not detonate it directly when there were the most people, you must have other demands." The sharp blade glided across the skin with a chilling sensation. Song Zhaixing could not see Liu Fushan's expression, yet she could distinctly feel his anxiety and tension.

Xia Qiang finally lifted his head, staring unblinkingly at Song Zhaixing. After a short while, tears surged out once again, and a grown man cried like a child

Song Zhaixing shook his head continuously upon hearing this, his eyes filled with rejection

Director, Li Weixi does not enter the consultation room wearing a white coat

The bright and clean corridor separates different sections of the psychological rooms, each of which exudes an atmosphere of tranquility and peace. The consultation rooms are divided into four rooms, allocated for use by the attending physician. Psychological counseling is an important part of the doctor's examination of the patient, and the consultation room naturally becomes a crucial place for conducting psychological assessments.

Seeing Jian Yifan's eyes wide open like copper bells, Song Zhaixing curled her lips and said, "So how do you plan to express your gratitude for Li Weixi's life-saving grace?"

Song Zhaixing prepared all the materials and called out to Wen Jing to inquire about the situation. Just as he was about to enter, he suddenly heard a fierce roar from behind him by Xia Qiang

Yun Yuehua was taken aback by his sudden declaration, and after her surprise, she felt that he truly did not understand the gravity of the situation. She narrowed her eyes slightly as she scrutinized Jian Yifan, her elegant brows furrowing once again.

Xia Qiang squatted in front of the operating room, holding his head and crying, "Xia Xia, you must not die, I only have this one daughter, Xia Xia! My good child, Xia Xia."

Song Zhaixing let out a cold smile, her eyes even redder. "Does playing on the phone mean she no longer has depression? Have you seen her wrists? They are covered in scars from self-harm! Do you think her smiling at you means she is not sick? Do you know that every smile she gives you is something she has to muster all her strength to achieve?"

Psychological Counseling Room 1, Xia Qiang stood in front of the window, sighing repeatedly, while continuously cursing: "Damn it, just adding trouble for me. Depression? You were still playing on your phone and laughing yesterday, what could possibly be wrong?"

Without waiting for Wu Cong to react, Li Weixi quickly turned around and ran towards the department. The howling wind brushed past his ears, carrying his flustered breath that lingered for a long time.

It seemed that Liu Qinghai had thought of something, and Sun Ming hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something but stopping short.

Pei Xin appeared to be quite anxious, and her voice was raised a few notches, just in time for Jian Yifan, who had barged in, to hear her.

Officers Sun Ming and others, along with firefighters and medical personnel, have been deployed and are on standby at all times. The snipers are also in position for crowd evacuation, but Liu Fushan and Song Zhaixing are too close together, making it impossible for them to carry out the assassination. They can only wait for news from inside. As time passes second by second, the situation becomes increasingly critical

The broken window frame from yesterday still bore a crack, narrowly grazing Li Weixi's brow, "Do you really want to get involved?"

In the psychological measurement room, a young man in his twenties is persistently pleading with Wenjing

Song Zhaixing entered as he spoke, and upon seeing him again, he quickly interjected: "Since you say she likes to buy expensive things, then why does she still buy during the big sales? Isn't that contradictory?"

Jian Yifan and Song Zhaixing exchanged glances, and when they looked at Li Weixi again, the smile on his face deepened, a thick joy that could not be dispelled.

Yun Yuehua set down the medical record, opened the door, and invited them to leave together. Before they left, she did not forget to remind them: "Wei Xi is someone I have known since childhood; I know him better than you do, so do not foolishly think you can speak ill of him in front of me. The reason Lin Fan's case was given to him is that he specializes in this area, and I believe he is capable of handling it"

Liu Fushan let out a cold laugh, "You and she will both die; I intend to kill everyone."

You must take good care of Xiaxia

Jian Yifan finally felt satisfied and swaggered out, but just as he was feeling quite pleased with himself, he accidentally bumped into Li Weixi.

Song Zhaixing took care of the wound and once again expressed her gratitude to Li Weixi, but her voice was extremely low, concealing an unspoken sense of apology and guilt. On the contrary, Li Weixi felt inclined to thank her; had it not been for her sharp shout in Liu Fushan's ear at that moment, Liu Fushan would not have collapsed so quickly. Her quick wit and intelligence were sufficient for her to save herself

Li Weixi confronted his question, "Before you crippled your father, your father broke your mother's left leg. It is that leg that has driven you to plot for so long, to murder your sister-in-law, to frame your brother, and the reason you are still standing here is that you want to chop off your sister-in-law's left leg. Even if she becomes a corpse, you still want to do it! You harbor resentment, anger, pain, and even anxiety; you want to chop directly from the root of her thigh, a complete leg that can alleviate your guilt for not saving your mother, that can give you the thrill of avenging your father, that can free your brother from domestic violence, that can let... It is that leg that has driven you to plot for so long, to murder your sister-in-law, to frame your brother, and the reason you are still standing here is that you want to chop off your sister-in-law's left leg. Even if she becomes a corpse, you still want to do it! You harbor resentment, anger, pain, and even anxiety; you want to chop directly from the root of her thigh, a complete leg that can alleviate your guilt for not saving your mother, that can give you the thrill of avenging your father, that can free your brother from domestic violence, that can let..."

The dagger at his neck drew closer by a fraction, forcing Song Zhaixing to come to a halt, and the entire corridor fell silent once more

Another doctor entered, and Pei Xin was immediately rendered speechless. Jian Yifan quickly added, "Psychological disorders can sometimes be overt and sometimes covert; we can only draw conclusions after the visitor has completed the examination"

In the corridor of the psychiatric department, the early autumn wind brushed against a few individuals, bringing a sense of desolation and chill

Are you alright

Hmph. Xia Qiang expressed his disdain, "It's just that the pediatrician asked me to come here; otherwise, I wouldn't bother with your psychiatry. It's just a money-making scheme. My daughter is perfectly fine all over; how can it be serious? You are simply a bunch of frauds! Just like her mother!"

I went to the neurology department to have a look at my brain" Jian Yifan frowned slightly, looking innocent, "Wasn't it instructed by the director

"Fools have their own blessings," Song Zhaixing said with deep emotion, as he took out a stack of documents from the cabinet and then extended his hand towards Jian Yifan, "You should also hand over the project you did on Lin Fan. Li Weixi took on such a huge burden for you; you ought to properly thank him."

Really? I knew you were the best!

Jian Yifan lowered his head in thought, "If it doesn't work out, then I shall offer myself in exchange, after all, a handsome man like me is indeed rare in this world"

"With a sharp tongue, one can choke others with just a single sentence." Song Zhaixing was greatly impressed

The nurse removed her mask, a layer of dense sweat forming on her forehead. "Fortunately, the floor is low, and the patient is not in life-threatening danger; it's just a severe fracture. Thankfully, they are still young and will recover."

Upon exiting the treatment room, Li Weixi glanced at the time and hurried toward the consultation room. Jian Yifan, who was hiding at the bathroom door, took out a small notebook and, accompanied by the sound of rustling, wrote down another passage.

Please, take a look at my girlfriend. She has a mental illness! It is very serious! I beg you.

Yes! I want Xiaxia to get better

Outside the hospital

Let her go! I will take over

Not good

Li Weixi, accompanied by Wu Conggang, had just reached the main road of the hospital when he received a call from Sun Ming. The voice on the other end was urgent: "Internal information has been leaked, and Liu Fushan is likely coming to find you. Be extremely cautious!"

Xia Qiang took the list from the hall and muttered to himself as he walked, glancing at the name of the attending physician and sneering a few times, "Li Weixi? There are indeed quite a few doctors in the psychiatry department"

When Song Zhaixing was in a daze, Li Weixi lightly responded and then, as if entrusting her with a task, handed over Xia Xia's medical records to her, saying, "Xia Xia needs you, hurry up."

Sun Ming arrived with other officers, instructing his subordinates to handle the bodies. The doctors in the ward also came out one by one, while the survivors inside were laughing and chatting, finally allowing everyone to breathe a sigh of relief

The cries echoed down the corridor, each one piercing the heart and making it unbearable to listen closely. The bright, translucent light of the incandescent bulb shone upon them, so bright and clear, yet it could not dispel the gloom that lingered in their hearts

Song Zhaixing clicked his tongue and shook his head, "I thought you would only marry Gao Can, so I even got his contact information for you."

Li Weixi lay there, watching Song Zhaixing, who had just been so calm, now crying inconsolably. He couldn't help but smile wryly, saying, "So ugly, stop crying."

He had never seen this name before. Remembering Song Zhaixing and Jian Yifan from yesterday, he felt that the psychology department had little to offer, merely a collection of deceptive tricks. He worked hard to raise his child, and while others did not comfort him, it was even more infuriating to have a label of bullying his daughter placed upon him. He was truly outraged. He did not regret hitting Song Zhaixing yesterday at all; he firmly believed that Xia Xia was not ill—she simply did not like to talk. What kind of illness is that?

"What kind of joke are you making?" Xia Qiang seemed to have heard an extremely ridiculous joke, "She is sick and needs me to provide treatment? I support her with food and clothing, I pay for her education, I even pay for her tutoring classes. I am so busy every day that I barely have time for myself, and now she is sick and still needs my cooperation for treatment? Do you know what? She is just pretending! She didn't seem to have any illness when she was playing games; she just doesn't want to go to school and is deceiving us!"

"Director! This young man, Li Weixi, shows no respect for me as an elder..."

A howl of a wolf interrupted their conversation, and Jian Yifan, with a mournful expression, rushed straight towards Song Zhaixing.

Yun Yuehua let out a cold snort, her imposing demeanor instantly making Jian Yifan feel diminished. Indeed, a colder voice pressed directly towards him.

Li Weixi did not have time to think much, and with a swift movement, he lunged towards Liu Fushan. With a single deadly gunshot, the strong smell of gunpowder filled the entire floor.

Liu Qinghai is attached to his brother Liu Fushan, which is why he subconsciously chose a wife who is as fierce as his brother when he got married. Song Zhaixing still kept his head down, carefully and gently bandaging Li Weixi, but his expression darkened. From a psychological perspective, the importance of parents to children during childhood can significantly influence their entire lives. Therefore, before having children, everyone should first consider whether they can be a qualified parent.

Does he want to perish together with me

Song Zhaixing was so frightened that he hid, "It's been fine for a long time. What have you been doing?"

Jian Yifan stared in astonishment at Song Zhaixing

Director, Li Weixi was late by a full minute today

Li Weixi wore a tea-colored sweater with a V-neck, the exquisitely tailored cuffs adorned with a touch of cerulean blue, seemingly intended to conceal his languid demeanor. He had indeed not slept well the previous night, so he simply added a pair of round gold-rimmed glasses. Upon arriving at the department, he greeted Wenjing with a smile.

Although the cup was wrapped, the warmth of the coffee still seeped through her fingertips, warming her heart. Watching his figure grow increasingly distant, Song Zhaixing finally smiled, feeling as joyful as a little brown bear embracing spring, rolling down a hillside covered in clover.

Wen Jing was so frightened that she shouted: "Emergency department, quickly send to the emergency!"

Song Zhaixing supported Li Weixi and hurriedly performed timely bandaging, with tear stains still clinging to her face, not yet wiped away. Sun Ming walked over anxiously, his brows tightly furrowed, filled with concern, "How is it? Is it serious?"

"Wei Xi, Wei Xi! Come with me to the dean's office to supplement the department's materials." Deputy Director Wu Cong suddenly approached in a hurry. After three consecutive days of meetings, his voice was already hoarse. "The dean has something to attend to shortly, so we need to hurry over."

Li Weixi stared at him, remaining motionless for a moment

Li Weixi also smiled, feeling as if he had seen such a scene somewhere before. However, the pleasant emotion was quickly washed away, and he looked towards the operating room with a slightly troubled expression. In the days to come, he must ensure that Xia Xia recovers and regains a bright and warm world.

Pei Xinda hung his head, feeling somewhat helpless, "Then I will go back and persuade her again, urging her to come over."

The following day. Psychiatry.

You have no idea, I was just talking with Fang Lin. If you hadn't reported Dr. Li, the director would have assigned Xia Xia's case to him; otherwise, the person who was kidnapped this time would have been you

Director, Li Weixi's attitude towards patients is poor, I witnessed it myself

Liu Fushan also began to laugh, his sinister demeanor becoming even more menacing, "You already know?"

Kyoto University Surgery. The three bright characters "Surgery in Progress" stand out particularly in the cold corridor

I deserve this! But my Xiaxia does not deserve it, my Xiaxia is not yet eight years old, what sin has she committed? Let me die, let me die.

"What does it mean?" Jian Yifan looked at Wen Jing.

"Can Li Weixi really accomplish what you said?" A colleague beside Sun Ming looked at him with concern.

Ah! A spark flashed in Jian Yifan's mind, "Then I will definitely die"

He will prepare meals and wait for you to come home from school to eat together, and he will stand in line for most of the day just to let you taste your favorite pastries. Every time you come back from school after a fight, your younger brother cries for a long time and has even learned how to bandage wounds and how to identify various medications

Xia Xia suddenly fell silent again, slowly raising her head to look at the exasperated Xia Qiang. A faint smile slowly tugged at the corners of her mouth, subtle and fleeting, disappearing before it could reach her eyes

Song Zhaixing stopped him and said earnestly: "I know that Xia Qiang has a bias against me, so I only want to assist you in this matter. I have experience in group therapy and have previously treated similar cases. I hope you can give me an opportunity to participate."

Li Weixi glanced at Song Zhaixing, noticing her silence and understanding that she was feeling guilty. He decided to shift the topic with Sun Ming, saying, "Liu Qinghai can be released; I suggest providing him with some psychological counseling. The biggest victim in this case is actually him."

Jian Yifan knew that this was Yun Yuehua's classic gesture of displeasure. Feeling a bit flustered under her gaze and wanting to defend himself, he suddenly saw Song Zhaixing and Li Weixi entering together. He hurriedly approached Song Zhaixing and said, "You tell me, do you have any issues with Li Weixi? You should quickly talk to the director about it." While speaking, he was making faces at Song Zhaixing.

Li Weixi looked at her in confusion.

Unfinished event! As he spoke at a frenzied pace, Song Zhaixing suddenly shouted into Liu Fushan's ear, "Your father is within you!"

Why should Liu Qinghai take the blame for you?

On the other side, Jian Yifan leaned against the door frame, peering out half his body, secretly observing every move of Li Weixi, and then took out a small notebook to jot down his observations

He is such a fool, getting beaten by his wife every day, so cowardly

Xia Qiang held his head, crying even harder, with mucus flowing down along with his tears, "I didn't know she was going to commit suicide, I really didn't know"

Sigh. After all, he is my younger brother; how could Liu Fushan bear to do that

"You must have more to say, otherwise there would be no need to take me hostage," Song Zhaixing slowly spoke, breaking the momentary silence.

Meanwhile, Li Weixi appeared from around the corner and shouted across the entire corridor to Song Zhaixing: "Zhaixing, come here!"

It is unknown how much time has passed when the door of the operating room creaked open.

Jian Yifan shook his head and said, "My head... my head feels a bit dizzy..."

Cough, cough...

In the corridor, Song Zhaixing took a sip of coffee and hurriedly kept pace with Li Weixi's footsteps

Look at how ill your daughter has become; you should take a break and cooperate with Xia Xia to undergo treatment properly

"Yes." A low, muffled voice echoed throughout the corridor, "That day, the bastard's wife didn't kill enough. You let the police take the body out from the autopsy room; I want to stab it a few more times."

The hospital has returned to a state of calm, and the police officers have all withdrawn. Fortunately, there were no casualties, which relieved Sun Ming greatly. He bid farewell to the two individuals and rejoined the police force, as there were still many people to comfort and numerous matters to attend to; this was his responsibility

Yun Yuehua, who had been reviewing the medical records, finally looked up, her gaze piercing as she stared at him, "You, elder?"

Song Zhaixing's eyes lit up, and excitedly, he grabbed Li Weixi, "There is hope! Xia Xia is saved!"

Liu Fushan added a sentence, leaving Song Zhaixing even more perplexed, "She is already dead, why stab her a few more times? What is the reason..."

Shut up

He spoke as he single-handedly tore open the buttons of his shirt, revealing a row of explosives. The crowd behind him immediately scattered, filled with screams and fleeing in all directions. However, Liu Fushan was firmly guarding the hospital room, and the patients and doctors inside could not escape, waiting to perish alongside him

May we discuss a matter? Can I assist you with Xia Qiang's case?

A Xing! Wei Xi! Xia Xia has jumped off the building!

Li Weixi and Song Zhaixing were both taken aback

The corridor is bustling with pedestrians, and the door of Counseling Room 1 is ajar, revealing a sliver of light.

Jian Yifan, I see you have been staring at Weixi, are you too idle? Since you are interested in Weixi, why not assign Xiaxia's case to Weixi? You should first go to the neurology department to see if you have any symptoms.

His speech became increasingly rapid until he noticed Liu Fushan trembling momentarily due to these words, putting Song Zhaixing in a precarious situation. The sniper was on the high platform opposite, yet unable to take any action, fearing that a careless move might result in accidentally shooting Song Zhaixing as well

Jian Yifan mumbled as she stepped out the door, and Song Zhaixing and Li Weixi exchanged a glance before following her out. The moment they exited, Song Zhaixing remembered the important matter and quickly called out to Yun Yuehua: "Director, Deputy Director Wu has summoned us for a meeting."

At this moment, Xia Xia's eyes were vacant, seemingly unwilling to hear their conversation any longer. She began to silently mutter some words, her voice as faint as a mosquito, yet it still allowed Wen Jing to guess what she was saying

In the treatment room, Li Weixi and Fang Lin were understanding the patient's condition. Perhaps they were tired, as they intermittently clenched their fists and stifled a few yawns. Hiding behind the window, Jian Yifan took out a small notebook again and diligently noted everything down

Li Weixi squinted slightly, observing the emulsified explosives wrapped around his waist with an impassive expression. Once detonated, this type of explosive, characterized by its high density, rapid detonation speed, and great power, is also filled with combustible materials. If he were to succeed, the consequences would be unimaginable

I see you have been wandering around the psychology department for several days now. Wenjing is right; you should have your girlfriend come in person, otherwise we cannot conduct effective counseling. " Song Zhaixing pulled him aside to make more room for other patients, " You see, coming here every day is actually not very useful. If you truly believe your girlfriend has issues, you should persuade her to come along.

She spoke with both fervor and sincerity, which took Li Weixi by surprise. Perhaps having spent a long time in the United States, he had become accustomed to doing everything quietly, never asking for anything, nor giving others the opportunity; he had always been aloof and indifferent, unlike her straightforwardness and eagerness.

Xia Qiang stood up, feeling both grateful and ashamed, his eyes filled with tears as he choked out, "Thank you, thank you..."

The green apple jujube in the director's office grows exuberantly, with thick leaves bearing flat stripes casting a green hue across the window. The emerald leaves and verdant branches do not seek vibrant colors, perfectly complementing the temperament of the moonlit clouds.

Song Zhaixing looked at Xia Qiang, who was curled up in pain, and despite Li Weixi's advice, she stepped forward, filled with immense anger and sorrow, and accused him: "You have never cared about Xia Xia! You treat Xia Xia as your accessory, venting your frustrations on her whenever you are in a bad mood, hurling such hurtful words with just a flick of your tongue. You have never considered Xia Xia's feelings!"

"It is... it is! I think that Li Weixi is not qualified to be a doctor. Director, you should reconsider Lin Fan's case. If not, I can reluctantly take it on myself." Jian Yifan cleared his throat and emphasized, "Although the case is very challenging, as an elder, I still have the responsibility to participate in the treatment."

Song Zhaixing wished she could find a crack in the ground to hide in, quickly turning her head to the side to complain softly to Jian Yifan: "Are you stupid? He is right next to me, how can I say anything? I want to help you, but I am powerless to do so"

Let that police officer named Sun Ming bring it over

A-Xing! Have you betrayed us so soon?

"Stop talking, I told you to stop talking! Shut up!" At this moment, Liu Fushan, who had been remarkably calm, resembled a ferocious beast, brandishing a knife and about to stab Song Zhaixing.

Sun Ming stared at her in a daze, feeling both astonished and admiring. She was clearly a frail girl, and after being kidnapped, he had thought she would not survive. Unexpectedly, she possessed such great courage and strength deep within her.

Seeing Jian Yifan jumping anxiously, Song Zhaixing quickly straightened up and said to Yun Yuehua: "That... Wei Xi... Wei Xi..." Song Zhaixing scratched his head and suddenly remembered something, "Li Wei Xi saved me yesterday, it was really inappropriate! It was so dangerous! What if he got hurt by Xia Qiang too? Our department would lose two doctors! It’s just not worth it!"

The sunlight slants gently past the eyebrows, carrying a hint of chilliness

I am not sick," Jian Yifan insisted in resistance

"Are you hurt?" Song Zhaixing saw blood gushing from his arm and quickly covered his wound, bursting into tears, "Is it serious? I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

Because the melody is too familiar, Xia Xia is humming the lyrics of "There Is No One Like Mother in the World"

At this moment, Sun Ming's expression was extremely serious, and after a long pause, he slowly spoke: "Do you know that the CIA in the United States measures the truthfulness of prisoners using infrared technology to detect skin temperature, with an accuracy rate of around 70%? For ordinary people who have not received lie detection training, the accuracy rate is about 54%. Wei Xi, during his first case-solving for the FBI in the United States, identified the murderer from over 1,700 suspects, gaining widespread fame and earning the title of a human lie detector. His accuracy rate exceeds 95%, relying on his mastery of the micro-expressions of criminals. In fact, he has a more accurate grasp of the state of the criminals than we do."

Everyone stepped back, except for Li Weixi, who missed their bodies and stepped forward. He eventually stopped a few meters away, trying to attract Liu Fushan's attention

Li Weixi was alarmed, and Liu Fushan knew that he had no way out. It seemed that this kidnapping was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather a premeditated act. Besides the knife, he must have other items on him.

Li Weixi looked at Liu Fushan, who had fallen silent, his breathing gradually calming. He slowly removed his glasses, revealing a pair of eyes that shone like cold stars, seemingly capable of captivating the heart and leaving no place to hide.

But she doesn't have time! Can't you give direct advice? Is this illness difficult to treat?

Wen Jing was blocked by him and could do nothing. She reiterated once again: "Your name is Pei Xin, right? I have mentioned this to you several times; you need to bring her here in person so that we can determine whether she has any psychological issues."

"Truly impressive." Song Zhaixing sighed repeatedly

I see that he will eventually be beaten by his family for being too straightforward. Wen Jing teased at the right moment, saying, "Jian Yifan just narrowly escaped a disaster, and he is probably still in a daze right now."

Wenjing poured a glass of water for Xiaxia, yet Xiaxia remained silent, which caused Wenjing considerable concern

Song Zhaixing still wanted to give him a few more words of advice, but unexpectedly, Pei Xin finished speaking and turned to leave without leaving a single extra word. As soon as he left, Jian Yifan immediately sought to take credit from Song Zhaixing, "How was it? I can handle someone like him, right?"