Imperial President, Tease me!

Why does she feel that the problem in Xi Jinyan's heart seems to be getting more and more serious?

What went wrong?

Is it really her kindness that did something bad?

But she really wants Xi Jinyan to face the past instead of running away

Is she really wrong?

Bo Qing could not stretch his eyebrows. He slowly lowered his eyes and sat down on Xi Jin Yan's chair. He fell into a burst of meditation.

Until more than four o'clock in the afternoon, Bo Qing picked up his mobile phone and dialed Jingshuang's phone number

Jing Shuang thought Bo Qing was going to ask her about William's survey results. After connecting the phone, he immediately said, "boss, I'm sorting out the information. I've made a summary and I'll give it to you later."

Bo Qing: "I mean, I don't have time now. You pick up Dudu."

"Oh, OK, I'll go right away. I'll give you the files about William in the evening." Jing Shuang said and hung up the phone.

Bo Qing put down his mobile phone and stared silently at the mobile phone screen for a while. He clicked on the search box and entered PTSD in it.

Post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) refers to the delayed and persistent mental disorder caused by individuals experiencing, witnessing or encountering one or more actual deaths involving themselves or others, or threatened by death, or serious injury, or threatened physical integrity.

Common symptoms, traumatic re experience symptoms, avoidance and numbness symptoms, increased alertness symptoms

According to the current evidence-based medicine, psychotherapy is the most effective way to cure PTSD.

Radical cure

Thin tilt saw these two words, and his eyes brightened slightly.

It can be cured.

Thin pour breathed a long sigh, silent, and entered three words of paranoia in the search box.

Too sensitive, unwarranted inferiority complex, without confirmation, they doubt the loyalty of their spouse or object

When Bo Qing saw such words on the web page, her heart sank instantly. She closed her eyes tightly and didn't want to read any more.

However, if she escapes, who will help Xi Jinyan?

After taking a deep breath, Bo Qing slowly opened his eyes, silently dialed ye Ruochen's phone number.

The phone was soon connected, and ye Ruochen's warm voice came, "lawyer bo..."

Bo Qing stood up, walked to the sky garden outside, silently cleared his throat and said, "Dr. ye, you are Xi Jinyan's personal doctor. I think you know best about his condition."

Ye Ruochen paused after hearing the speech and spoke after half a ring. "Lawyer Bo, if it's a physical problem, I naturally know the most, but I'm not a psychologist."

Bo Qing was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, ye Ruochen knew his purpose of calling.

"I know."

Ye Ruochen continued, "Mr. Xi has always refused to accept psychotherapy, so... But fortunately, Mr. Xi's physical quality is very good."

When Bo Qing heard this, his stuffy chest loosened. "Do you know why he refused to accept psychotherapy?"

"No one wants to receive psychotherapy," replied ye Ruochen.

"OK, I see. Thank you, Dr. Ye." Bo Qing said and hung up the phone.

Xi Jinyan refused to accept psychotherapy, cutting off the possibility of his recovery from the source.

Thin inclined eyebrows frowned more and more tightly.

She had never thought about this before, because in her opinion, Xi Jinyan was becoming more and more cheerful, which meant that he was all right.