Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The psychiatrist looked disgusted.

Lowering his voice: "Treatment needs to be gradual. If it really has no effect, do you think you are even half a step closer to him?"

The woman paused and smiled: "Yes, at least I can hold his arm now, haha."

There was sarcasm in the doctor's eyes, "You're so excited just by touching his arm?"

The woman was helpless, "He is as unattractive to women as Liu Xiahui. He is like a chaste husband. I really doubt how he and Song Weiyu's three sons were born."

The woman's voice became increasingly angry.

The psychiatrist looked at the man in the treatment chair through the small glass in the door.

He sneered and said lightly: "Fu Dong is in very good physical condition. Moreover, when he sees Song Weiyu, he is like a wolf seeing a sheep, and he can't control himself at all."

"So, you should look for the reasons within yourself."

The woman rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction and began to apply pressure: "Can't you give him some more strong medicine? My cousin doesn't have the patience to wait for you to take it step by step."

The psychiatrist was a little annoyed, but because of the man's threats and oppression, he could only agree angrily: "I know."

He took out the pills from his pocket, his eyes dark.

That terrifying and bloodthirsty man really wanted to drive Fu Haitang crazy.

Not only is it crazy, taking this kind of medicine will make people crazy and stupid...

In the treatment room, Fu Haitang took off his white shirt and threw it on the ground.

He doesn't like this white shirt.

The color is not good-looking, the material is uncomfortable, the cufflinks are too heavy, and the collar is too tight.

He lay on the treatment chair with his bare upper body and drank the warm water handed to him by the psychiatrist.

The hypnosis continues.

Now, he is able to cooperate with the doctor's treatment methods.

Li He appeared outside the treatment room. He stared at Fu Haitang's expression through the small window. Why did he feel that he was in more pain than before?

Constantly struggling, as if being controlled by something.

The psychiatrist's explanation is: Fu Dong's psychological defense is too strong, so he suffers more than ordinary people. Moreover, Song Weiyu is more important to him than life. If he wants to forget it completely, he will naturally suffer some punishment.

The glass window was too small, and he didn't see a small video camera placed on the table opposite the treatment chair.

It unceremoniously records the messy, struggling, painful and sad side of this one of the most powerful men in the capital.

Maybe because he had been taking the drug for three consecutive days, he finally talked more this time.

"I signed a document for her. I promised them that as long as they use their power to rescue her, I promise..."

The man on the treatment chair clenched his fists and fought.

Fine beads of sweat condensed together and rolled down from his forehead and neck.

The usual meticulous backing of her head, some hair stuck to her forehead. His strong chest was heaving with deep breaths.

The psychiatrist didn't dare to take a breath, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

As long as Fu Haitang is willing to open his heart, the speed of treatment will be accelerated exponentially. The drug will work as hard as possible, making him stupid and crazy.

As a doctor, although he also swore the Hippocratic Oath seriously when he graduated.

But now, when the murderous man found him, he could only choose to protect the safety of his family.

Looking at Fu Haitang struggling in pain on the treatment chair, the psychiatrist looked coldly and apologized silently, but did not dare to stop.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Fu Haitang woke up from deep hypnosis again. He couldn't do it, he couldn't forget it.

It's like an instinctive reaction of the body.

Once he wanted to artificially forget Song Weiyu, his body wouldn't allow it.

It was as if his body and willpower completely belonged to that woman. Even he himself can't decide.

Fu Haitang opened his eyes and smiled helplessly.

He suddenly woke up, and the psychiatrist calmly covered the camera lens with a piece of paper.

Fu Haitang's eyes passed over the doctor and became bottomless. His expression was calm and emotionless.

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Li He came upstairs.

Outside the operating room, the whole family looked anxious, waiting for the operation to end.

He felt funny in his heart. Fu Haitang was nominally this woman's husband.

He is the father of the third son of the Fu family.

But now he was alone downstairs, suffering from the pain of mental illness.

They only knew that Chen Fang was seriously injured, but they did not know that Fu Haitang was also hovering on the edge of death.

But Fu Haitang has clearly done so much.

For her, for his three sons, and for Fu's enterprise, he always carries the responsibilities that a man should bear on his shoulders.

However, his 30 years of dedication were not worth the several times Chen Fang risked his life to protect him.

Li He looked at Song Weiyu.

She was already thin, and now she was huddled on the cold couch in the hospital, staring blankly at the ground.

Her eyes were hollow, her eyes were so red that it made people feel distressed, and her palms were covered with purple marks from her own pinching.

Li He suddenly felt that Song Weiyu was pitiful.

Being loved by two men like this at the same time is a blessing or a misfortune.