I am the white moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 962 Chapter 962

When Song Zhen received Shi Yi's call, he was having a meeting in the conference room.

He handed over all the tasks of going abroad to the presidents of the various branches and the relevant project leaders.

After marriage, home is his base.

He said that he would never fly away from his home because of work needs.

The phone is vibrating.

He pressed it and went on to the meeting.

Vibrate again.

He raised his eyebrows, remembering why Shi Yi hung up the phone angrily last night, and now he took the initiative to call again.

A bad premonition flashed through my mind.

He picked up the phone: "I'll take a call."

No one dares to question it!
Song Zhen: "What is it?"

"Woooooooo~" Shi Yi died of distress: "Song Zhen, I want to kill myself, what should I do if I want to kill myself? You crow's mouth! You are the biggest crow's mouth in the world!"

Song Zhen suddenly stood up: "Where are you?"

Everyone in the conference room looked at him inexplicably.

In their impression, Song Zhen had never interrupted a high-level meeting for anything.

Song Zhen left.

Qi Lei said gently: "After I have checked with the Boss about the time of the next meeting, I will inform you all again. Thank you for your hard work, the meeting is adjourned."

After saying that, he turned around, walked out of the conference room gracefully, and spared no effort to catch up.

Four 10 minutes later.

Shen Shiqing was receiving medical treatment in the studio, when the door of the consulting room was suddenly opened.

Two tall figures almost completely blocked the door of the consulting room.

Shen Shiqing looked at them in astonishment.

Song Zhen's hand supported Shi Yi, while Shi Yi was downcast, his big peach eyes were red and swollen, and he lost the enchanting and vitality of the past.

The patients who saw the doctor were also frightened.

Fortunately, he had finished watching and was just about to leave.

Standing up, he said, "Doctor Shen, then I'll go back first."

Shen Shiqing nodded: "Okay."

The two come in and the patient goes out.

Song Zhen closed the door with his backhand, pushed Shi Yi forward, and put a stack of documents on Shen Shiqing's desk.

"What did the doctor tell you?" Song Zhen looked at Shi Yi, "Tell Shi Qing everything."

Shen Shiqing looked at Shi Yi suspiciously, took the pile of inspection reports and read them.

And Shi Yi also told Shen Shiqing what the previous doctor said one after another.

Shen Shi turned to a page, shook his big hand, and couldn't help but said: "The jin (harmony) activity is so low?"

Shi Yi covered his face with his hands.

Not only is it shameless to see people, but it is also regrettable!
Song Zhen coughed twice: "Only the three of us know about this matter. I suggested him to go to a private hospital last night because private hospitals attach great importance to the privacy of patients and never disclose it. So, whether it's Zhou Zhou, Or Shirley, or even my father and the others, don’t say anything about it.”

Shen Shi gave Song Zhen a white look: "I also have medical ethics, and I won't tell others about this kind of thing everywhere."

Shi Yi didn't speak.

His funeral reminds people of one word: All thoughts are lost.

Shen Shiqing carefully read all the inspection reports, and sighed: "If you trust me, I will prescribe you a prescription of traditional Chinese medicine twice a day. In addition, your work and rest time must be adjusted. Go to bed early and get up early, combine work and rest, feel comfortable, and also pay attention to diet, quit drinking, smoking, drinking, barbecue, spicy hot pot, etc. You must focus on light. Stick to it for one month first. After one month, then Do an inspection to see the effect, and we will adjust the treatment plan in time according to the effect."

Shi Yi raised his head and looked at him: "That is, can it be cured?"

(End of this chapter)