After transmigrating the book, the hero forced me to change the ending

When he came to the study, Mo Chengzhou said helplessly, "I know how to deal with this matter. Don't worry, Jiang Zhi will be fine."

Yu Quanquan obviously didn't believe it, and her voice was a little hasty: "Sister Jiang, is it okay? A psychiatrist has already diagnosed delusional disorder. Do you want to let Sister Jiang go on like this?"
"Xiaofang is also a famous psychiatrist, why don't you trust her judgment?"

"Can't you care about Sister Jiang? Take her affairs to heart!"

Yu Quanquan chattered endlessly, but made Mo Chengzhou laugh angrily: "If I didn't care about Jiang Zhi, I wouldn't refuse the psychiatrist's treatment. Jiang Zhi's situation is different from what you know, I have a measure."

After thinking about it, Mo Chengzhou felt that it was meaningless to argue with Yu Quanquan.

"Forget it, I don't want to tell you anymore, you just have to trust me."

"I know you care about Sister Jiang, but you have to be rational!" Yu Quanquan sighed, "Xiaofang called me just now, she obviously wanted to help Sister Jiang recover, why didn't you agree? We If you are not a professional, you still have to listen to the doctor."

But when he thought of the doctor's attitude towards him just now, Mo Chengzhou couldn't help but feel bitter.

"Jiang Zhi's disease cannot be treated by a psychiatrist with common sense at all, do you understand?!"

Also aroused by Xiaofang's actions just now, Mo Chengzhou's voice seemed a little passionate and angry, which made Yu Quanquan who was opposite him a little at a loss for a while.

"Don't you believe in Xiaofang? Then you have to trust me, right? Believe me, Xiaofang is a very powerful psychologist. She may be a little high-minded, but her diagnosis has always been very accurate..."

Mo Chengzhou suddenly became quiet, he could not choose to tell Yu Quanquan the truth of this matter.

This will make her feel that they are all crazy, should she consider listening to Xiaofang's suggestion?

Mo Chengzhou hesitated.

Seeing that Mo Chengzhou stopped talking, Yu Quanquan softened his tone: "Let's listen to Xiaofang's opinion."

"Delusion is also a neurological disease. If it is not treated early, it will become a mental illness in the future."

After finishing speaking, she flipped through the phone's address book, told Mo Chengzhou Xiaofang's phone number, and then hung up hastily.

Looking at the phone number in his hand, Mo Chengzhou fell into deep thought.

He knew all the truth of the matter, but this disease is not delusional at all, so what's the use of listening to Xiaofang?
But it's not impossible to listen to the treatment methods of this psychiatrist.

Mo Chengzhou still made up his mind to make a call.

The phone was quickly picked up, and Xiaofang said in a professional voice: "Hello, this is Huifang's psychological counseling room, what do you need?"

"Hi, I'm Mo Chengzhou, I just let you see a client with delusional disorder."

The other end of the phone fell silent, and then there was a chuckle: "Oh... I remembered! What? Thinking about it now, do you think what I said was right? Let me go back and treat her now?"

Mo Chengzhou denied: "No, I just want to know a little bit more. I want to know about Jiang Zhi's situation, please tell me carefully."

"Just now, Mr. Mo, you thought I was useless!" Xiaofang sneered, "But, I'm sorry, Mr. Mo, I have rules here. Patients only have to see it once, and they won't go back when they go out."

Obviously, she was deliberately finding fault.

Mo Chengzhou closed his eyes, and let out a heavy breath: "Since you don't want to say it, then I can only ask Yu Quanquan to call you."

After finishing the words, Xiaofang over there suddenly heheed twice and said: "Forget it, let me tell you briefly about the situation in Jiang Zhi in your house."

"She is a typical delusional disorder. If it is mild, you can use medication and companionship treatment. In the end, it is to influence them with love. If it is severe, I advise you to let her come to me. After all I have professional equipment and a psychological counseling room here, and I can help her with recovery treatment, but the course of treatment takes a long time."

Mo Chengzhou understood, "I see, thank you."

When the words fall, hang up the phone.

Xiaofang on the other side glanced at the phone, then threw it on the other car seat: "Return the author? Return the hero? Did you read too many novels? There is no cure for this disease."

Mo Chengzhou lingered in the study for a while, took a few bottles of high-strength red wine from the wine cellar and went upstairs.

Knock on the door: "Jiang Zhi, are you asleep?"

There was no sound from inside the door, which made Mo Chengzhou feel helpless for a while.

"Jiang Zhi, can you open the door? I know you feel uncomfortable, but it's okay to hold back. Can you let me in and talk to me?"

Jiang Zhi sat on the floor leaning against the door, she could clearly hear all the noises outside the door, but her heart was full of guilt.

"I won't harm you. Seeing as I managed to save you, let me go in, okay?"

Mo Chengzhou frowned, Jiang Zhi's stubbornness gave him an extra headache, just when he was about to sit on the ground and wait, the door suddenly opened.

When the door was opened, her eyes were flushed, and her eyes were dodging, which made Mo Chengzhou very uncomfortable.

"Let's talk about it. Today, it's not Jiang Zhi and Mo Chengzhou, but the author and the leading actor. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhi smiled lightly: "Okay."

Mo Chengzhou entered the room smoothly, poured two glasses of red wine, handed one to Jiang Zhi and put one in his mouth: "I know my parents were in a car accident, but haven't I grown up like this?"

"However, if I didn't have such a setting, maybe you wouldn't have such a miserable experience."

After pouring the wine into his mouth, Jiang Zhi's voice was hoarse and he felt very bitter.

Mo Chengzhou knew that Jiang Zhi blamed himself in his heart, so he smiled lightly, and reached out to stroke the top of her head.

"But you are the author, if you don't make us miserable, how can you trigger the plot, right?"

Jiang Zhi's eyes were rosy again, and she looked at Mo Chengzhou aggrievedly: "But, I wrote your parents to death, don't you hate me?"

"How do you think I hate you? Hit you, scold you? Or ignore you? Then you wrote me to death before, didn't I let go? Now you are you."

Jiang Zhi lowered his head and didn't speak, apparently in a bad mood.

Mo Chengzhou continued to comfort: "You already feel guilty, that's enough. Besides, you wrote the background of my parents, but you weren't the one who actually murdered them, right?"

Hearing this person who should be sadder than himself comfort him, Jiang Zhi felt extremely uncomfortable.

Poured himself a glass of red wine, drank it all in one gulp, Jiang Zhi looked into the distance and smiled lightly.

Looking at the red wine glass in his hand, Mo Chengzhou fell into deep thought.