On the Xingqiong Railway, Fu Xuan chased her husband for thousands of miles!

He said uncertainly:

"No...can't?"

Fu Qian smiled contemptuously, seeming to be disdainful of Rong Cangzhong's words.

"How about this, I'll treat you first, do you believe it?"

Rong Cang finally nodded blankly.

Fu Qian then directed:

"Breathe in the rhythm of my hand. Inhale as much as you can and then exhale as hard as you can, okay? You must have a chest problem, believe it or not? Follow my rhythm - inhale! Exhale!"

Rong Cang finally did as he was told.

Fu Qian continued to direct:

"Breathe in! Exhale! Exhale again!"

"Inhale! Exhale! Exhale again! If it's not enough, exhale again! Exhale!"

After several times, Fu Qian suddenly shouted:

"stop!"

Then he approached Rong Cang Zhong and asked:

"Are you dizzy?"

Rong Cang finally felt his eyes go dark, he held onto the wall with his hands, nodded weakly and said:

"faint……"

March 7 on the side was shocked:

"Eh?! Why is he really dizzy?"

Xing's mouth twitched, and he explained in a low voice:

"Take one breath and exhale at least three times. If you exhale, you will get dizzy."

Fu Qian continued to interrogate Rong Cangzhong:

"Are you dizzy? Are you dizzy?"

Rong Cang finally covered his chest:

"Dizzy... dizzy..."

Fu Qian said sternly:

"Come on, breathe, keep breathing, don't control it, your chest is 100% sick. Don't control it, relax, breathe!"

Rong Cang, who had completely entered Fu Qian's rhythm, subconsciously did as Fu Qian said.

Start breathing.

But Fu Qian continued to give instructions in his ear:

“Breathe. Breathe.”

Afterwards, Fu Qian seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Rong Cangzhong's performance, and said in a tone of regret:

"Come, follow my rhythm. Breathe, breathe, breathe... breathe... Come, keep breathing, faster, breathe! Faster, faster!"

Follow Fu Qian's rhythm.

Rong Cang finally felt a slight pain in his chest, and his heartbeat became uncontrollably rapid.

"No... No, I feel so uncomfortable..."

Rong Cangzhong breathed hard and said to Fu Qian:

"Doctor, I can't do it anymore, doctor..."

The train crew watching were completely numb.

March 7 couldn't help but blurt out:

"How could this nice person be fooled by Fu Qian?!"

Rong Cang didn't react in the end and made a confused sound:

"what?"

Fu Qian glared at San Yue Qi and said to Rong Cang Zhong:

"Even an illiterate person like March can see that you fainted while breathing."

Hearing this, San Yue Qi became like a hamster, getting angry.

Rong Cangzhong kept asking Fu Qian:

"Doctor, why didn't I find this disease before?"

March 7 can't bear to watch:

"If you hadn't met Fu Qian earlier, you would have fainted if you had run into him."

Rong Cang Zhong: "Ah?"

..Qianxun novel free group 255595300 Fu Qian pulled Rong Cangzhong aside, trying to stay away from March .

Rong Cang finally continued to ask Fu Qian:

"Doctor, what's wrong with me?"

"Don't worry."

Fu Qian held Rong Cangzhong's trembling hand, soothed his young heart, and said seriously:

"You, you had a chest disease when you were a child."

Rong Cang finally shook his head and said:

"No, at most I just have some chronic gastritis."

“Transferred!”

Fu Qian insisted, and without waiting for Rong Cangzhong to react, he continued:

"And now that you're a researcher, it's also bad for your health. You shouldn't be working as a clerk in the Black Tower Space Station. The pressure is high, and the greater the pressure, the worse it is for your chest, especially your lungs and heart. The greater the pressure, the worse your condition will become.

In mild cases, there is shortness of breath and hair loss, in severe cases, there is unexplained palpitations, and in the late stage, there is sudden death on the spot. "

As he spoke, Fu Qian pinched his own neck with his hands, let out a "Ugh!", tilted his head to the side, stuck out his tongue, and pretended to have died suddenly.

"puff……"

Xing couldn't hold it in anymore and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Rong Cang was puzzled and continued to ask Fu Qian:

"Then, doctor, what medicine should I use?"

"Eh!"

Fu Qian looked disgusted and said:

"Didn't I tell you before that you don't need injections or medication, you need to use talk therapy. Besides, medication doesn't work for your illness."

San Yueqi couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and said with some reluctance:

"Fu Qian... stop bullying him. If you continue like this, he will really die from the pressure..."

Fu Qian nodded:

"Look, even San Yue Qi knows that the main cause of your illness is stress, so you need to reduce the pressure."

Fu Qian said as he pulled Rong Cangzhong to the chair beside him.

At this time, Rong Cang was completely dumbfounded.

Let Fu Qian fiddle with it as he pleases.

I only heard Fu Qian say earnestly:

"After the decompression, the pressure in your chest will dissipate, and it will get better little by little."

Rong Cang finally nodded in surprise:

“Ah, ah… I see.”

Fu Qian acted like an experienced person and continued to say to Rong Cangzhong:

"At first... a great god wearing a red mask also saw that I was under too much pressure and asked me to relieve the pressure, but my original pink-haired boss didn't let me see a psychiatrist. In the end..."

Fu Qian patted his chest, looking as if he couldn't bear to look back:

"I almost died."

Chapter 25: Escape is shameful, but useful

After Rong Cang finally heard about Fu Qian's past experiences, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy.

He asked Fu Qian curiously:

"Then I wonder how you finally escaped from the sea of ​​suffering, doctor?"

Fu Qian answered as a matter of course:

"That's naturally... Kairun!"

"what?"

This was obviously a solution that Rong Cang had never thought of.

As a scientific researcher, Rong Cangzhong never thought of giving up even when faced with difficult topics.

"Before I tell you the treatment plan, I have one more thing to ask you."

Fu Qian looked at Rong Cangzhong and asked:

“Are you a fan of Black Tower?”

This question seemed a little puzzling to Rong Cang Zhong, but he still answered it very seriously:

"I guess so... All the staff members in the Black Tower Space Station basically gathered here because of Ms. Black Tower's name."

Fu Qian nodded and asked:

"So what do you think of Heita himself?"

"Ms. Black Tower herself... To be honest, I've been in the space station for a long time, but I've only met Ms. Black Tower a few times. A genius like this... is really too far away from me."

When talking about the Black Tower, an expression of envy appeared on Rong Cang Zhong's face.

But such emotions were not strong in Fu Qian's eyes.

"That is to say... you don't actually have any reason to stay in the Black Tower Space Station, right?"

Fu Qian finally asked.

"what?"

Rong Cang finally seemed a little confused, but after careful thinking, he finally discovered.

It seems like there is really no reason for me to stay here.

He is a complete nobody here, and no one cares about him.

natural.

To Rong Cang Zhong, others are just colleagues whom he rarely meets or talks to, and at most they can be considered acquaintances.

The only thing that worries him is probably these naughty little woops.

"You mean... let me get out of here?"

Rong Cang finally looked at Fu Qian and asked with some difficulty.

Fu Qian pondered for a moment and said:

"Well... it's not that absolute. Generally speaking, when a person has been unhappy for a long time, he should try to make some changes."

Rong Cang finally nodded in agreement, thinking that what Fu Qian said made sense.