Song Siming glared at Huang Furong, and with Zhang Zhili, he went straight to the elevator to the sixth floor. When Jiaojiao got this illness, it didn't seem like a big deal at first, but later she became more and more reclusive, her mood swings intensified, and eventually it led to attempted suicide! In addition to depression, the psychiatrist also diagnosed her with bipolar disorder!" In the elevator, Song Siming briefly explained Jiaojiao's condition to Zhang Zhili. Zhang Zhili nodded, indicating that he understood. At the door of Jiaojiao's room, a cold voice came from inside: "Dr. Zhang, please come in, and you stay outside!" Song Siming smiled bitterly, bowed to Zhang Zhili, who then pushed open the door and walked in. Jiaojiao was sitting on the window sill, her back to Zhang Zhili, her slender body leaning against the wall. She was a beautiful woman, but her face was now pale, evoking pity. Her eyes were looking out the window, but they were vacant. The wind blew her hair, but she seemed devoid of any vitality. After entering, Jiaojiao didn't speak, as if she had forgotten Zhang Zhili's presence. "Let's start with acupuncture!" Zhang Zhili took out the acupuncture needles prepared by Song Siming. Jiaojiao turned her head to look at Zhang Zhili, her gaze filled with despair and discouragement, devoid of any vitality. "No need! You stay in the room for a while, then leave! My father will pay you for the consultation!" Zhang Zhili said. "So you don't trust me?" Zhang Zhili asked. Jiaojiao looked at Zhang Zhili as if he were a fool. "Treating depression with Chinese medicine? My father was in a panic and sought medical treatment randomly. You just want to make some money! There's no need to act here, and I won't indulge you." "I saved you in the hospital!" "I know!" "You should at least say thank you!" "Oh, thank you!" Zhang Zhili frowned. Jiaojiao's reaction was too cold, almost devoid of any will to live. "So you just want to die for relief?" Jiaojiao looked at Zhang Zhili mockingly, having tried many forms of therapy but to no avail. She didn't want to talk to Zhang Zhili and didn't believe that psychotherapy would be of any use, especially coming from a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. Zhang Zhili walked to the window and smiled. "If you want to die, why not just jump?" He pointed outside the window. "So you also think depression is just being melodramatic? Being delicate? Giving up on life?" Jiaojiao looked at Zhang Zhili. Depression made her physically and mentally tortured, but outsiders lacked understanding. Zhang Zhili shook his head. "I want to treat you, but you just want to die!" "In that case, let's die first!" With that, Zhang Zhili suddenly hugged Jiaojiao and leaped out of the window. Jiaojiao's mind went blank. Had her father hired a killer or a doctor? This was the sixth floor, and falling from here meant almost certain death, with the slim chance of being paralyzed. The wind was howling, her body was falling freely, but Zhang Zhili's hands were firmly around her waist, and she felt no fear. In this moment, thoughts of liberation and survival flashed through her mind, but it was too late. Everything was over.
However, just as she closed her eyes and waited for the end of her life, she suddenly felt her body jerk violently. Opening her eyes, she saw an incredible scene: Zhang Zhili held her waist with one hand and grabbed the edge of the second-floor balcony with the other.
Song Jiaojiao was surprised, her mouth slightly open for a moment before she could close it again.
"Another close call. Can we go upstairs for acupuncture now?" Zhang Zhili asked with a smile.
Song Jiaojiao's mind went blank, and she nodded in confusion.
"Hold onto me!" Zhang Zhili said.
Song Jiaojiao turned around blankly, hugged Zhang Zhili's neck, and the two of them hugged tightly together. She could even feel Zhang Zhili's warm breath, feeling a bit embarrassed.
After a brief pause, Zhang Zhili held her with one hand and suddenly exerted force with the other, carrying her back into the room from the second-floor balcony.
Back in the room, Song Jiaojiao looked at the figure in front of her, who was handsome and acted recklessly.
For the first time, she felt curiosity returning to her body. This man was indeed unique!
"Are you sure acupuncture will work?" Song Jiaojiao asked.
Zhang Zhili shrugged, gesturing for Song Jiaojiao to lie down. "I think, maybe we should let you have a good sleep first!"
Song Jiaojiao found it unbelievable, but for some reason, she still followed Zhang Zhili's instructions and lay down on the bed.
Zhang Zhili's acupuncture technique was very good, and the needles fell without pain. His hands were warm and dry.
As the third needle fell, Song Jiaojiao's eyelids had already drooped heavily.
Suddenly, there was a voice from outside the room: "Dr. Zhang, my daughter's illness depends on you!"
"Don't worry, I will talk to Miss Song and then come up with the next treatment plan!" Zhang Zhili said, and the door was pushed open.
Empress Rong walked in with a foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes.
Upon entering, Huang Furong immediately called out softly for Song Jiaojiao. However, Jiaojiao remained lying face down on the bed, showing no response. Huang Furong's face changed drastically, his expression turning into one of anger as he turned to Zhang Zhili and demanded, "What have you done to my daughter?" Qiao Si rushed forward to check on Song Jiaojiao's condition. Upon seeing the acupuncture needles on her body, he immediately made an exaggerated expression of astonishment. "Acupuncture?" he exclaimed. Ignoring him, Zhang Zhili calmly said to Huang Furong, "Song Jiaojiao is just asleep. It's best not to disturb her. Let her have a good rest." Qiao Si pushed Song Jiaojiao lightly, but seeing that she didn't react at all, he asked, "Did you give Miss Song a sedative?" Huang Furong kept calling out his daughter's name, but seeing that she remained unresponsive, he became frantic. Behind them, Song Siming, who had rushed over, also stood frozen in shock.