The doctor on duty at night happened to be the attending doctor of Sang Qianqian. Seeing sang Xiang come in, he quickly and warmly pulled his seat to let him sit down.

"My daughter Is there anything wrong? " After sangxiang sat down, he hesitated for a moment, and he came to the point.

Obviously, the doctor didn't expect him to ask such a question. He sat there all of a sudden. He coughed a little and said awkwardly, "Mr. sang, what do you mean?"

"My daughter, is there depression, she What are you thinking? " Sangxiang still can't help but ask all the doubts in his heart.

Sang Qianqian usually has been outside more time, rarely return home, less and Qin Yue a phone call. Although they are biological mothers and daughters, the actual feelings are not so deep

This time, sang Qianqian's reaction seems to be a little too radical?

"It's true that Miss sang has been greatly stimulated." Seeing sang Xiang's solemn expression, the doctor's expression also became dignified. He nodded and said, "but whether there is depression, we are still under observation. This is a psychiatric disease, it..."

"I don't want to listen to this academic explanation. I just want to know the truth about my wife's death, but my daughter refuses to talk to me," she sighed heavily, and sang Xiang couldn't help it. "I just hope she will recover soon..."

Sang Qingxia says that Qianqian knows the truth, and he suspects

"If so, we suggest a hypnosis..." The doctor thought for a while and explained solemnly, "if a person can tell you the truth you want to know under hypnosis, it means that she has gone through the past scene again. However, it is true that Miss sang has been traumatized. If she goes this way, she will be traumatized again... "

Sang Xiang was silent.

"Do you want to do it again?" The doctor asked.

"Let me think about it again..." Sang Xiang sighed, and suddenly he looked old.

Late at night.

A private plane landed at the airport, and a man stepped out of it, which soon caused quite a stir in the departure hall. His face was so elegant that he could not pick out any flaws. He was full of natural royal dignity, but his eyes glanced over, and he was very lazy

His right hand pushed salute, left hand is wrapped in a thick bandage, tied to his shoulder, should have been seriously injured.

There was a faint smile in the corner of his mouth - this city, he came again!

He came twice for the same woman.

"Your Highness, let me do it." The subordinates rushed to catch up with him. They snatched all the luggage in the hands of ste, and said politely, "does your highness want to go back to the hotel first or go around to have a look?"

"Drive around first." After handing his luggage to him, ste took out the sunglasses in his pocket and put them on to cover up his elegance which made countless women think. Then he turned around and asked the people on the side, "have you prepared all the information?"

Since he came for sang Qingxia, he naturally wanted to get all the information about her and understand her current situation.

"This..." There was a layer of embarrassment on the face of the subordinates, "about the details of her life, because she is around the third Royal Highness, we inquire It's not easy. "

They all know the means of Fengnan analysis. Who dares to inquire?

Looking at ste's face obviously sinking, his subordinates quickly added: "but the important thing is still known. Recently, Miss sang Qingxia is suspected of a homicide case..."

"Homicide?" With a sneer, ste's face softened obviously. He turned his palm and took over the information in his subordinates' hands. As he walked, he read several pages and said with interest, "if she has the courage to kill, she is not her."

The subordinates nodded and did not dare to comment at will.

"That woman's name is sang Qianqian?" Stuart pointed to a picture of a woman in the document and asked, frowning slightly - he seemed to have seen her once! In that old old lane, sang Qingxia released the woman

It turned out that she was the victim's daughter and sang Qingxia's cousin.

"Well, she is now prone to mild depression and is undergoing rehabilitation treatment in the hospital." The subordinates explained, went up to turn the information to the last page, and said, "last night, Miss sang Qingxia went to see her. After that, she was very excited, as if What do you know? "

"What does she know?" Stuart asked faintly. He never liked to beat around the bush.

"She refused to say that. The doctor said that hypnosis could be considered, but it would probably stimulate her again, so her father sang Xiang is considering it." The subordinates report respectfully and observe the reaction of ste.

"Think about it?" Stuart thought about the word again and again in his mind. Finally, his eyes narrowed slightly, his mouth rose, and he drew a crooked arc. "Don't think about it. I'll help him think about it."

What about re stimulation?

It's just an unimportant womanHe snorted and gave orders to his subordinates

At the same time, in the villa.

When Feng Nan analysis took sang Qingxia back, she was completely unconscious, just lying on her shoulder and murmuring something indistinctly.

"Xia'er, when you are home, would you like to come down first?" Feng Nan analyzes in a low voice coax, in the heart actually has a trace of happiness - fortunately she is drunk, otherwise, she certainly does not want to live back.

"Xia'er? Why do you call me Xia'er? You think you are Fengnan analysis! " Sang Qingxia raised her head a little and pointed to Feng Nan's nose with a smile. She narrowed her eyes and tried to recognize him, but she couldn't recognize him.

The housekeeper came to him in a hurry, and he held the antidote tea in his hand: "Your Highness, do you want to let..."

"Don't use this." Fengnan analysis also did not want to directly push away the Jiejiu tea, "you go down to have a rest first, here I am good."

"This..." The housekeeper hesitated, but caught a glimpse of Feng Nan's cold eyes, and did not dare to resist. He could only nod his head and comply with the retreat.

As soon as they left, there were only two people left in the living room.

Both of them did not speak. They were silent. Only sang Qingxia's small face rubbed his clothes and made a rustling sound.

Feng Nan analysis sighed and put her down gently. She put her arms around her slender waist before she fell down: "Xia'er, take a bath first, and then take you to sleep, OK?"

"Take a bath? Good, good Her little face was red, and there was nothing to guard against. She directly grabbed his big palm and pulled it on her body, "I'm so itchy! Itchy, itchy Would you please help me scratch

She begged pitifully, and her other hand had already pulled her collar open, revealing a faint red spot on her skin.

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