The rich and powerful: the devil's president haunts

Chapter 1042 Can't cure a disease?
"Lu Qiancheng, you..." Yan Nuo's eyes fell on Lu Qiancheng in disbelief, "Did you really do that kind of thing?"

A look of uneasiness flashed across his face, he didn't look directly at Yan Nuo's eyes, in this way, what Mu Ke said is true?

"So, Brother Qiancheng, you can give up your life for the sake of the person you like, what about me? Why can't I?" Mu Ke said every word and every word indifferently.

"Both of you, are you crazy?" Yan Nuo's mouth curled into a helpless wry smile, pale and powerless.

In the room, it fell into silence for a while.

"Go and rest first, don't worry about me, I... won't do stupid things anymore."

After finishing speaking, she lay down on the bed again, with her back turned to her sideways, tears falling silently.

After a long time, the two people standing beside her bed finally moved away. The lights in the room were turned off, leaving only darkness.

If she died once but failed, she would not die a second time, even though she didn't understand the meaning of her life.

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Lu Qiancheng ordered servants and nurses to take care of her 24 hours a day, monitor her, and even have a psychiatrist to guide her from time to time.

She tends to be more and more silent, and even sometimes she doesn't say a word a day, and the doctor asks her questions, but she just ignores them.

The attending doctor stood at the desk in Lu Qiancheng's study and reported to Lu Qiancheng about Mu Ke's recent physical condition. After listening, he held the pen in his hand more and more vigorously.

"If this continues, sooner or later, Ms. Mu... will suffer from mental illness."

"Psychological illness?" Lu Qiancheng picked up the teacup on the side and threw it in the direction of the attending doctor. The attending doctor didn't dodge, and took a heavy blow in vain. of?"

The attending doctor lowered his head, not daring to vent his breath, not daring to refute anything.

Can doctors be omnipotent?Wouldn't this world be a better place if all people with mental illness could recover instantly with the guidance of a psychiatrist?
"Mr. Lu, this is a gradual recovery process. Please don't worry. It's just that Ms. Keke refuses to cooperate with the treatment. Then... things will be a little difficult."

Mu Ke was taciturn all day long, and the doctor didn't answer his questions. It wouldn't work if this went on.

"I see." Lu Qiancheng replied coldly, leaning his head on the back of the chair tiredly, closing his eyes, "You go out first."

The doctor in charge responded, and seemed to run away, because Lu Qiancheng had lost his temper with these doctors too much recently.

He rubbed his swollen and sore temples. After a few minutes, he pulled out his chair, stood up, and walked towards Muke's room.

He sent away all the maids and nurses in the room except the two of them.

"The doctor said, you are not willing to cooperate with the treatment?" He somewhat restrained his indifference, and Mu Ke shook his head.

"Say something."

She still just shook her head.

He really didn't know what to do. Now she is like a rag doll at the mercy of others. Even if you kill her, she won't resist at all.

She turned her head to the window, her eyes were empty and lifeless, it was already freezing outside, and she couldn't remember how long she hadn't gone out.

She suddenly got off the bed, stepped on a pair of slippers, and walked to the window.

(End of this chapter)