After hanging up the phone, He Liangchuan glanced at Feng Yiyue.
"Do you know Baili Hongan?"
Feng Yiyue shook her head: "I don't know."
He Liangchuan didn't look like Feng Yiyue was lying, so he didn't say anything else.
"What's wrong?"
"nothing."
The car stopped at the hospital. This is a private hospital with very high-level security. Not just anyone can come in, and there is no need to worry about reporters taking pictures here.
The dean took Feng Yiyue and He Liangchuan to the psychiatrist's workroom. He Liangchuan and the dean were waiting for Feng Yiyue outside.
But He Liangchuan was a little worried when he saw that Feng Yiyue was about to go in, so he suddenly stretched out his hand and held Feng Yiyue.
"I'll accompany you in."
Feng Yiyue looked at the hand held tightly by He Liangchuan, and the interlocking of their fingers made her heart tremble inexplicably.
"No, it's not a big deal."
"Really no need?"
"No, I'm really fine."
When the dean saw that Feng Yiyue was about to go in, he looked at He Liangchuandu favorably: "Mr. He, I will ask my assistant to take you to the VIP room to wait for Miss Feng."
He Liangchuan nodded slightly.
The dean took Feng Yiyue to the psychological consultation room.
"Gao Cong."
"Well......"
A sleepy-eyed man walked out of the rest room.
"Gao Cong, Miss Feng is here, hurry up and get in shape."
The man rubbed his face and looked at Feng Yiyue: "Oh, you are really me."
Saying this, the man put on glasses with thick lenses.
"You are not your own person, don't be lazy all day long, I will tell you to get out of here!"
The man shrank his neck: "I have to work, you go out."
The dean glared at Gao Cong as if he hated iron.
"Miss Feng, although Gao Cong is lazy, his professional level is second in the country and no one dares to say he is first."
Feng Yiyue nodded: "Thank you very much, Dean Lin."
How could she not know the name Gao Cong? He has a certain status in the academic field of psychology even internationally. It turns out that he works here.
I thought he would have his own studio or something.
After Dean Lin went out, Gao Cong handed over a stack of paper as soon as Feng Yiyue sat down.
"You can fill it in as you watch."
Feng Yiyue nodded and quietly filled in what Gao Cong handed over.
Gao Cong, on the other hand, kept turning the pen in his hand and looking at Feng Yiyue from time to time.
After Feng Yiyue filled out the answer sheet, Gao Cong took it over and glanced at it casually before putting it down.
"Do you think you're sick?"
Feng Yiyue was a little surprised that Gao Cong was so sharp, completely different from his lazy look just now.
