Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 402
This feeling is quite strange, as if, when an excellent species encounters an equally excellent species like him, it is inevitable to look at it a few more times and weigh it.

"Professor Yan," Jin Yunhao smiled after he finished wiping his hands, "Let me introduce, this is Huanyu's President Song."

Jin Yunhao spoke to him very politely.

"I've heard about it a long time ago, and it's a pleasure to meet you." The man looked at Song Wang, nodded and smiled, the smile was very light, but it was like a breeze blowing on his face, and the bright moon was in the sky. He put his fingers together and pointed to the seat in front of the desk, "please sit down .”

Song Wang smiled, glanced at the hand he withdrew, and sat down on the chair without being polite.

As Jin Yunhao said, this so-called professor of medicine is very young, he looks absolutely no more than 30 years old. The hand he withdrew was slender and fair, with smooth lines that seemed to have no joints, and was cared for very carefully.

Song Wang thought to himself, his eyes fell on the badge pinned to his white coat.

"Chief physician, Yan Shaoqing."

Song Wang was in a car accident at the age of 20, so he was worried about re-examination, so naturally he needed to make a film first.

He had a personal file in Tianlun Hospital, Yan Shaoqing called it up, looked at it for a while, asked a few casual questions, didn't say much, and directly called the nurse to take him to take an X-ray first.

After a while, Song Wang came back again.

As expected, a "everything is normal" conclusion was reached.

With the same answer as before, Song Wang raised his eyes to examine him, and after a while, lowered his eyes slightly, and sighed silently in his heart.

There were only the two of them in the office. After a while, he asked, "Is it possible to lose memory?"

"You mean in the future?" Yan Shaoqing pointed at the table and smiled lightly, "Don't worry about it. From the CT scan, your recovery is pretty good, and it's been a long time, so there won't be any more problems."

"Right now." Song Wang said solemnly, "I think my memory is not complete, and I forgot one person."

"Oh?" Yan Shaoqing raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It's weird. I think I've forgotten someone. I often think of clips related to her, but in fact, those clips don't match up with my past, and it's not like amnesia." Song Wang frowned and thought, Slowly said, "What's going on?"

"Does this person exist in real life?" Yan Shaoqing asked.

"Intimate with me."

Song Wang didn't say anything about Cheng Siqi, but picked out the doubts in his heart and said a few points.

Yan Shaoqing listened in silence, and after a while, thoughtfully said: "It's really like what you said, it shouldn't be amnesia, it's more appropriate to call it post-traumatic stress disorder."

"Post-traumatic stress disorder?" Song Wang's handsome eyebrows frowned even tighter.

"Yes, to put it simply, after a person suffers a major trauma, the individual's delayed appearance and persistent mental disorders are recommended to see a psychiatrist." Yan Shaoqing handed him the film at hand.

Song Wang looked at him, got up, and went out the door expressionlessly.

"Brother." Zhao Qing waited outside the door for a while, then inquired, "How is it, what did the doctor say?"

Song Wang frowned and glanced at him, then took the film in his hand again and placed it in his arms.

Then, stride away.

What authority says he has a mental disorder, mental illness, psychological problems? !
fuck it!

Song Wang uttered a swear word in his heart, he was extremely depressed, even ignored Zhao Qing who was following closely, and strode directly to Cheng Siqi's ward.

Zhao Qing behind him was holding the film, confused.

Song saw Cheng Siqi's ward, and Cheng Siqi had already woken up, sitting on the head of the bed, holding a water glass to drink water.

Seeing him, he quickly handed the water glass to Cheng Yu and smiled.

Song Wang stood at the door and stopped. Seeing her like this, his anger suddenly dissipated. He pursed his lips and smiled softly.

Cheng Siqi just woke up, and Cheng Yu naturally knew that the two of them needed space to be alone.

Looking at Song Wang, he smiled and said, "You guys talk first, I'll go out and ask the doctor when he will be discharged."

When the voice fell, she went straight out the door.

Song Wang glanced sideways at her back, closed the door, walked two steps to the bedside, sat on the bedside, and took Cheng Siqi into his arms.

"What did you do?" Cheng Siqi snuggled into his arms and asked softly.

"Nothing." Song Wang couldn't be bothered to think about the young professor who seemed to be dignified. He put his chin on Cheng Siqi's shoulder and rubbed it aggrievedly.

He just thought of Cheng Siqi occasionally, and even said that he had a mental problem!

He has a mental problem!
His chin rested on her shoulder, his voice was muffled, and it sounded a little depressed and aggrieved.

Cheng Siqi couldn't stop laughing, she stretched out her hand to stroke his hair, and said softly: "Why does it sound like you're in a bad mood, I'm fine, aren't you coming back now?"

"Yeah." Song Wang said, "This time I was really scared to death."

"I made you worry." Cheng Siqi rubbed his hair, "I will pay attention to it in the future and won't leave you."

Her voice was very gentle, she rubbed his hair, and her gestures were also very gentle. Song Wang felt comforted, so he responded, kicked off his shoes, and hugged her to squeeze into the bed.

There was still a TV in the ward, and the young female anchor spoke clearly and fast.

Song Wang hugged Cheng Siqi, sat for a few seconds, suddenly remembered something, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and handed it to Cheng Siqi.

"What?" Cheng Siqi raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

"I haven't posted on Weibo yet." Song Wangdao, "You have been away for the past few days, so I sent it for you. Now that you are back, you have to compensate me and post it yourself."

When he spoke, he raised his eyebrows slightly and flattened the corners of his lips, Cheng Siqi couldn't help smiling.

He took his phone and logged into his Weibo account.

Write a microblog: "Good morning husband, I love you forever." With three roses and kissing emojis, @宋望V, send it.

During the process of her writing, Song Wang kept embracing her waist from behind, with his chin resting on her shoulder, rubbing against her, coquettishly, and when the rubbing was over, he turned his head and bit her earlobe, and when it was over, licked her cheek and neck again , tightly entangled.

(End of this chapter)