The cold-blooded president chased his wife to the crematorium after the divorce

She recovered from the stress on her own, and went to work every day to enrich herself.

Li Jingxing got Qiao Yan's medical records. The man lowered his eyes and scanned them one by one. His face suddenly turned pale and his heart felt a sharp pain.

"Mr. Li, Miss Qiao's condition is not optimistic."

"Eighty percent of her patients have attempted suicide."

"There are many patients who commit suicide due to depression every year."

The doctor's face became more serious, and he sighed slowly: "Let Miss Qiao receive treatment as soon as possible."

"To prevent tragedy from happening."

The man looked pale and ugly, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Okay."

The white light of the hospital was a bit cold and indifferent, and when it shone on Li Jingxing, it almost made the man's handsome face look even colder.

The man bent slightly with his hands on the wall, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, he was breathing heavily, and his eyes were full of blood.

Li Jingxing's fingers turned white from being pinched, and his heart was aching with pain. He was almost unable to breathe due to the pain for no reason.

The tall and straight man sat on the chair, his face covered with his hands, his eyes were red and bloodshot, his expression seemed to be shrouded in great pain, his brows were tightly furrowed and the frown would not go down.

The medical record was presented in front of Li Jingxing, and every line and frame was clearly written in Chinese.

But when they were written together, even he could hardly be recognized.

Traumatic stress response.

Depression.

How could Qiao Yan suffer from depression?

She is obviously very healthy, but she looks like a bad and violent person.

She usually has a carefree personality and seems to be heartless. She is always unfriendly and frivolous towards him.

Her behavior and performance do not seem like that of a depressed patient.

"Mr. Li, there are many types of depression patients."

"Some people may seem cheerful and lively at ordinary times, but one day, they may just jump off a building and end their lives."

"So, let Miss Qiao get treatment as soon as possible."

The doctor's words echoed in Li Jingxing's ears, and his face suddenly became gloomier and gloomier, and his knuckles turned white from being pinched.

Qiao Yan, depression.

These three words should not be associated with her at all.

Qiao Xiaoyan is a cheerful and optimistic girl who dares to love and hate. Her personality is as passionate as a fiery rose. She is bright, passionate, and beautiful.

She is a noble and proud rose, not a petal that wilts and rots and falls to the ground.

Li Jingxing sat on the chair, feeling as if a big hand was tightly pulling his heart.

The man looked up at the ceiling. He sat outside for a long time, calmed himself down, and then stood up to pick up Qiao Yan.

As soon as Qiao Yan arrived at the hospital, she was very resistant and emotional, especially when she saw the doctor holding a needle walking towards her, she would scream.

The doctor gave her a sedative and gave her a comprehensive examination.

The woman was sleeping on the bed in a blue and white hospital gown. Her face was as pale as paper. She was tied to the bed, and there were scarlet marks of struggle on her hands and feet.

When the man saw this scene, there was anger in his eyes.

The rain is coming.

Li Jingxing shouted, "Who told you to trap her?"

"Miss Qiao is very emotionally unstable."

The man hurriedly explained: "She woke up very quickly. She just threw things and hit people. We just..."

There was a hint of hostility in Li Jingxing's eyes, and he looked at the man who was speaking with a grim look.