Chapter 441： Only you can cure my disease (3)

In short, it was all kinds of slander and abuse, and the original owner's Weibo was almost paralyzed.

This matter continued to ferment, and those actresses who were jealous of the original owner contributed to it.

The original owner was in a bad mood. Later, Jiang Jin posted another Weibo, to the effect that he didn't notice the original owner at all.

All kinds of blows piled up together, and the original owner's mood completely collapsed.

She was all ready, and planned to reveal her identity and let her father personally come forward to solve it and confess everything.

Later, Jiang Jin's Weibo completely made the original owner collapse, as if for a moment, the world was only dark.

The original owner locked himself in the room, and his mood became increasingly depressed, and his mood became worse day by day.

Depression developed unconsciously.

Being scolded by the whole network, disliked by male gods, and denied by the outside world, the original owner also began to deny himself.

Feeling useless and doing nothing.

There is nothing without my father.

The original owner began to commit suicide.

The way to commit suicide is - self-mutilation.

The scars on the original owner's wrist came from this way. The most serious one was cutting an artery and attempting suicide.

The matter of the original owner was abuzz on the Internet, and logically, it was impossible for the Feng family to not know.

Coincidentally, Feng's father and Feng's mother went on a business trip abroad and did not pay attention to domestic news.

Those gossips and the like don't care.

Later, the original owner never went downstairs to eat, and the housekeeper in the villa went upstairs to knock on the door, but no one responded.

Later, there was no way, the housekeeper called Father Feng to get the spare key, and then he opened the door of the original owner.

As a result, when I opened the door, I saw this picture.

The girl's wrist was bleeding profusely.

The Feng family's personal doctor rushed over to stop the bleeding for the original owner, and the housekeeper called an ambulance immediately.

The original owner lost too much blood and was sent to the hospital for blood transfusion. Feng's father and mother heard the news and rushed back by plane.

The current timeline is that the original owner was sent to the hospital for blood transfusion, and Feng's father and Feng's mother are still on their way back.

[Side quest: Prove yourself and get the crown of the queen. 】

[Main quest: Save the blackened fragments. 】

Hearing this main quest, Feng Qian couldn't help being stunned.

In other words, the fragments of this plane have been contaminated with the dark air.

Then, she had to find something that contained the power of the Lord God as soon as possible.

From the previous plane, it should and most likely be a small white bead.

Just as the girl was thinking, the system's voice sounded again.

[Main quest: Stop the debris from amplifying the darkness in the patient's heart. 】

Feng Qian was stunned. The shards are doing... bad things?

"Where are the fragments?"

System: "The host's hospital, turn right to the second room on the fifth floor."

Hearing this, Feng Qian raised her eyes and glanced at the blood bag.

There's still a bit left in it.

Feng Qian couldn't care about that anymore, so he pulled out the needle in his hand, held it down with a piece of paper, and hurriedly got out of the hospital bed.

She is now in the VIP ward on the sixth floor.

Feng Qian took the elevator down to the fifth floor and found the room the system said.

The girl raised her eyes and looked at the house number - Psychiatry.

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in the room.

A handsome man in a white coat.

His facial features are exquisite and perfect, and every part is just right to look good.

The man's fair face was wearing a pair of silver-framed glasses, and a slender silver chain hung down from the frame, reflecting the silver-white light under the light.

The man's eyes are dark and deep, like a bottomless vortex, giving people a sense of coldness and depth.

At this moment, his long legs overlapped, and his extremely white fingertips tapped the table lightly.

Opposite the man sat a boy of seventeen, eighteen or nineteen.

The young man seemed to have lost his mind, there was no focus in his eyes, and he looked blank.