"Zhao Siqing, do you have anything to say about the suicide of the popular little flower Chuyue?"

"As a psychiatrist, you said before that her condition was improving, and now that Chu Yue committed suicide, do you have anything to explain?"

"Do you have a medical license?" Is your Harvard Ph.D. not worthy of its name? ”

"Has your psychotherapy adversely affected Chu Yue? Why did Chu Yue suddenly choose to commit suicide? ”

……

In front of Zhao Siqing's psychological studio, a large number of media and fans were congested.

The road is flooded, and a woman in a blue-gray dress struggles to make her way surrounded by bodyguards.

The woman's skin is better than snow, her facial features are exquisite, and there is a cold and light breath between her eyebrows.

The cameras and microphones around her reached in through the gaps, and from time to time they pestled at her.

Zhao Siqing's face was slightly cold and he didn't say a word.

In a series of suffocating questions and sieges, he finally walked into his studio.

"Doctor Zhao, what should we do now?" The assistant hurriedly spoke.

"Don't panic, take care of the other cases at hand first." Zhao Siqing sat down at the desk and turned on the computer at the same time.

The assistant stopped talking and looked at Zhao Siqing hesitantly.

Zhao Siqing's face remained unchanged, and he said softly: "The cases have all been canceled? ”

The assistant nodded: "Because of Chu Yue's suicide, now everyone outside is questioning your professionalism." ”

"How many were canceled?" Zhao Siqing asked.

"Eighty percent."

Zhao Siqing nodded, indicating that he understood: "You go out first." ”

"Yes."

After the assistant left, Zhao Siqing logged on to his Weibo.

Her Weibo account is a big V, with nearly 10 million fans, and her popularity has always been very high.

There are also many well-known people who come to do psychological counseling, and there are many people with quite status and status, and Chu Yue is one of them.

Chu Yue, as the new four little flowers in the entertainment industry, is in the limelight and very popular.

She has been treating Chu Yue for nearly half a year, and her condition has improved.

But just last night, she suddenly committed suicide.

It's a bit of a weird thing.

Zhao Siqing looked at the comments under Weibo and couldn't help frowning.

[What's the use of being good-looking?] Rotten vase, I think you should spend more time researching professional knowledge, and don't waste people's lives there. 】

[Why didn't Chu Yue take you away, you go underground to accompany her!] 】

[What were you doing when Chu Yue was sad? What are you for as a psychiatrist? Strongly demand the revocation of Dr. Zhao Siqing's license, you are not worthy of being a doctor at all! 】

[Slut Zhao Siqing, don't go to her studio to see a doctor! ] 】

[Die, die! I won't let you go if I'm a ghost, I miss my family Yueyue! 】

[Spicy chicken, how can you go out without being hit by a car and die, curse your whole family not to die well! ] 】

……

The comments are almost all personal attacks on her, and the most vicious words can be seen everywhere.

Even if he had been mentally prepared for a long time, Zhao Siqing still didn't expect it to be so serious.

*

And at this moment, in an office at the headquarters of the Huo Group.

A man was also looking through the comments.

The man's complexion was a sickly cold white, his lips were red, and his black eyes were sharp, deep and dangerous.

He was wearing a handmade white shirt, sitting in front of the computer, and the buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned twice, revealing the fair skin and collarbone at the neckline, and he was indifferent and noble.

Huo Jingchen browsed the messages on Weibo, his eyes were deep: "Tang Zhen." ”

"Yes, President." A young secretary quickly pushed the door in, crisp and clean.

Huo Jingchen leaned back in the chair slightly, staring at the computer screen with deep eyes: "After an hour, I don't want to see these things again." ”