Song Jiaojiao had been suffering from insomnia for a long time, even when she managed to fall asleep, it was always shallow. This was something they were all aware of. But now, she was sleeping so deeply that they couldn't wake her up? How was that possible? Could it be that she was given a sedative?
With an arrogant expression mixed with disdain, Qiao Si said, "Perhaps you were trying to treat her, but I must say, sedatives should not be used indiscriminately. Otherwise, the patient may never wake up!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Huangfurong exploded in anger and turned to Zhang Zhili, shouting, "If anything happens to my daughter, I will never forgive you!"
Zhang Zhili furrowed his brows, "I didn't use a sedative; I merely used acupuncture to aid sleep. Quality sleep can alleviate Song Jiaojiao's anxiety."
"Nonsense! I have never heard of acupuncture being used for sleep aid! Could it be your own invention?" Qiao Si's tone was full of mockery as he reached out to remove the acupuncture needles from Song Jiaojiao's body.
Zhang Zhili's expression turned cold, "If I were you, I wouldn't act recklessly without understanding. Nor would I rashly remove the needles! Song Jiaojiao's ability to fall asleep now is all thanks to acupuncture. Removing the needles would interrupt her sleep and trigger her bipolar disorder immediately!"
Qiao Si's eyes flashed with contempt, "Are you questioning my professionalism? My capabilities?" With each word, he approached Zhang Zhili, exuding confidence, as if he had the power to expose Zhang Zhili's facade.
Huangfurong felt even more disdain for Zhang Zhili compared to Qiao Si; in his eyes, Zhang Zhili was just a nobody, not even worthy of being in the same league as Qiao Si.
Pointing at Zhang Zhili with arrogance, Qiao Si said, "I will never cooperate with such an unprofessional person!"
Song Mingming frowned deeply; Qiao Si's credentials were indeed impressive, making him doubt Zhang Zhili even more. Despite his initial confidence in Zhang Zhili, he now felt uneasy.
Without hesitation, Huangfurong pointed towards the door and commanded Zhang Zhili to leave. "Get out! If I hear another word from you, I'll give you a slap!"
Zhang Zhili, who wasn't one to take insults lightly, retorted, "I'm willing to leave, but only because I have an agreement with Song Mingming. You speaking ill of me renders the agreement null and void! When you come begging for my help again, it will be up to me whether to accept or not, not you!"
Huangfurong angrily ordered his men to kick Zhang Zhili out, but Zhang Zhili decided to leave on his own accord. "Mr. Song, take care of yourself!"
Seeing Zhang Zhili's anger, Song Mingming hurriedly chased after him, "Mr. Zhang, wait...!"
As they reached the elevator, Song Mingming wanted to apologize to Zhang Zhili, but then they heard Song Jiaojiao's room erupting with hysterical crying. Song Mingming quickly turned back and ran towards her room.
Zhang Zhili snorted and left in the elevator.
Qiao Si watched Song Jiaojiao's emotionally volatile state with shock. He had never expected that the moment the last acupuncture needle was removed, Song Jiaojiao would wake up!
After waking up, she looked around the room and asked hoarsely, "Where's Zhang Zhili?"
"That swindler? I've already kicked him out! This is Dr. Qiao Si..." Before Huangfurong could finish, Song Jiaojiao interrupted coldly, "Bring him back!"
"That's just a swindler; you don't understand..." Huangfurong dismissed her concerns.
Song Jiaojiao flipped out of bed, visibly losing control of her anger and impatience. She first grabbed a pillow and hit Qiao Si, then grabbed a table lamp from the bedside table and smashed it on the floor.
Song Mingming rushed over, completely stunned by the scene before him. He was familiar with the symptoms displayed by Song Jiaojiao, indicating a manic episode of her bipolar disorder.
"Dr. Qiao Si?" Huangfurong called out. Qiao Si waved his hand dismissively, "It's just a manic episode. Elevated mood, increased energy, irritability, racing thoughts, and reckless behavior, it's just a symptom! It's nothing..."
"Miss Song, calm down first. I'm Dr. Qiao," Qiao Si said.
Before he could finish his sentence, Song Jiaojiao became even angrier, grabbing anything she could find and throwing it at Qiao Si's feet.
Remembering what Zhang Zhili had said earlier, Song Mingming began to question whether Jiaojiao had been drugged by Zhang Zhili. Was it true that she woke up as soon as the needles were removed, as he claimed?
Huangfurong stood there dumbfounded, as if everything was unfolding just as Zhang Zhili had said.
Maintaining his composure, Qiao Si said, "Both of you, don't panic. Once this bout of emotions passes..."
Pointing to the door, Song Jiaojiao gasped heavily, "Get out!"
Qiao Si's face turned red, not expecting Song Jiaojiao's condition to be so severe, completely unable to control her emotional outburst. Following the standard protocol, he had no choice but to wait until Song Jiaojiao calmed down before saying anything further, obediently walking out of the room.
Huangfurong looked somewhat embarrassed, but still stubbornly said, "Jiaojiao, Dr. Qiao Si..."
"You get out too!" After venting her anger, Song Jiaojiao trembled all over, looking like a wounded beast.
"I'm your mother, how can you talk to me like this?" Huangfurong said.
Song Jiaojiao's face was ashen, "From childhood to adulthood, you've always wanted me to live according to your will. You've controlled me, forced me to do things I didn't like. Even now, you want to control which doctor I see for treatment!"
"If I died, you'd be satisfied, wouldn't you?" Tears streamed down Song Jiaojiao's face.
Before Huangfurong could say anything, Song Mingming shouted angrily, "Enough!"
He approached Song Jiaojiao and hugged her, patting her back, "So, you want Zhang Zhili to treat you?"
"Yeah, he can make me sleep! Dad, he can make me sleep... Do you know how long it's been since I've had a good night's sleep?"
Jiao Jiao's tears kept flowing, and Song Mingming comforted his daughter while speaking to Huang Furong, "It was you who drove Mr. Zhang away. Now, you have to go and bring him back, apologize to Jiao Jiao, or else, don't see your daughter again!"
Huang Furong stomped her foot angrily and walked towards the door. Seeing Dr. Qiao still at the door, she hurriedly asked, "Dr. Qiao, do you have any ideas? Do we really have to bring him back?"
Dr. Qiao also felt awkward, but eventually said, "In this situation, complying with the patient does help to calm her emotions."
Only then did Huang Furong reluctantly nod and decide to go and fetch Zhang Zhili back. As she reached the door, she remembered Zhang Zhili's harsh words before he left, so she called the bodyguards and decided that even if he refused to cooperate, she would bring him back by force.
Zhang Zhili leisurely walked out of the villa area, ready to find a taxi. Several cars came speeding towards him, blocking his path.
Huang Furong got out of the car angrily, slammed the door shut, and walked up to Zhang Zhili with a cold face. "Zhang Zhili, now is your chance to prove yourself. Come with me and help my daughter see a doctor."
Huang Furong arrogantly pointed her finger, as if allowing Zhang Zhili to go back and see the doctor again was her blessing for him for eight lifetimes. Zhang Zhili narrowed his eyes, feeling increasingly displeased, and said coldly, "I've warned you before. Whether I treat her or not depends on my mood. And right now, I'm not in the mood to treat anyone!"