Chang Shang held the phone and considered it for a long time without pressing the dial button. At half past three, Chang Mian woke up naturally and had to get out of bed to get dressed. There is nothing better in winter than wearing more clothes, even under the clothes.
Even the layers of gauze wrapped around it are completely invisible.
Leng Heng knocked on the door and came in, saying that he could analyze the origin of the other party from the bullet he took out.
Chang Shang wanted to hear who wanted Chang Mian's life, but was asked out by several of his men. She had no choice but to go to the doctor again. Chang Zhuxuan gave her a few perfunctory words and sent her away, immersing herself in the game again.
inside.
"What kind of doctor is that? He has no professional ethics at all." Chang Chang muttered complainingly.
In the ward, Leng Heng reported:
"Judging from the bullets, the opponent is from the United States. Two snipers were killed. All white people, including the girl who attacked you, are mercenaries."
Since he is a mercenary, it will probably be difficult to identify his employer for a while.
"Check carefully, you are being targeted. Check if there is any mole around."
"Young Master Chang, I just received news about Miss Xin," Leng Heng handed a psychotherapy file to Chang Mian: "Ten years ago, Miss Xin had psychotherapy at this psychological treatment center.
, it was Huang Hongtian who took Miss Xin there, and his subordinates have already contacted the psychotherapist and got confirmation."
Chang Mian raised his eyes slightly, indicating for him to continue.
"Ten years ago, Miss Xin was brought back to China by Huang Hongtian, and she had a narrow escape. After she was rescued from the underworld, her mental state had been unstable. It must have been an experience that had a heavy psychological shadow. Later, Huang Hongtian took Miss Xin to receive psychological treatment.
With the help of a psychiatrist, I subconsciously blocked a memory that I was unwilling to face."
"How capable is a psychiatrist?" Chang Mian asked.
Leng Heng didn't understand: "I heard that the psychiatrist does have some skills in hypnosis, and can guide patients to close things they don't want to think about...I don't know the details. I'll learn more about it later."
"Contact the psychiatrist, I want to see him."
"Yes." Leng Heng nodded: "Young Master Chang, how serious are your injuries...?"
"No problem."
Chang Mian touched his chin and thought, if Chang Shang's memory was really sealed under hypnosis by a psychiatrist, he didn't know how long it would be sealed, and it would be best not to remember it for the rest of his life.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt the pain from the wound as he breathed. He clenched his hands into fists. It was really difficult after the anesthesia wore off. When he opened his eyes again, he took a mirror and looked at his face. His face was not very good. He took a deep breath again.
, he stood up: "Take safety measures and prepare the car, I want to go home."