Sheng Wanning didn't expect to be recognized, and her body was slightly stiff.

The rest of the clinic was shocked, especially the white-coated doctor who had just brought her. As a man, this doctor has a strong hostility towards her national husband Li Yanting, after all, his ex-girlfriend dumped him because she daydreamed of being the president's wife every day and disliked him as just a little doctor.

Thinking of this, the doctor's face turned gloomy, and after coldly greeting Quan Surong, he left in disappointment.

Quan Surong invited Sheng Wanning to the consultation room.

The whole treatment room is full of retro furnishings, simple and elegant workbenches, iron-gray industrial lamps and old-color maps on the walls, making people feel as if they have returned to the Middle Ages as soon as they enter the room.

Sheng Wanning sat on a black leather chair in front of the workbench at the invitation of Quan Surong, the soft and comfortable feeling made people naturally let down their guard, and when her eyes wandered, she saw a large pendulum needle as high as 30 cm on the workbench swinging rhythmically, making a ticking sound.

Quan Surong sat opposite her, her legs folded comfortably, her ten fingers resting on her knees, sitting leisurely and freely, and her voice was natural and soft: "You should prefer me to call you Miss Sheng than Mrs. Li, am I right?"

Hearing this, Sheng Wanning took her attention away from the position of the formation, and said with a faint smile: "Sister Quan, you can call it whatever you want, I don't mind."

"Okay, Miss Sheng, here's a picture, please tell me what you see in turn, okay?"

As Quan Surong spoke, a pair of cardboard was gently pushed by her and slid down the table to her.

It was a black-and-white picture, very depressing, with a circle in the middle, like a curled up little person, dense black spots around her, and the bottom was covered with strangely shaped gravel, at first glance, it was still a little sharp, as if it were ...... Bone.

"Children, wolves, grasslands, bones, teeth, blood. That's all." She recounted what she had seen in turn.

Quan Surong listened to her answer, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly retracted her expression and returned to a peaceful smile: "Look at this painting again."

Sheng Wanning's eyes swept and looked at the second picture handed over by the psychologist, "Baiyun, hospital, ambulance."

Then came the third picture, where she was stunned, but still said what she saw: "Corpses."

Every reply caused a lot of shock to Quan Surong's heart.

Quan Surong forced a smile and said, "Miss Sheng, you wait here for a while."

Said that Quan Surong walked out of the consultation room with the evaluation results, entered the pantry through the corner, and drank three glasses of water in one go.

Seeing this, the woman next to her, who was also a psychiatrist, asked in surprise, "Sister Quan, what's wrong with you?"

Quan Surong fanned the heat on the side of her mouth with her palm, "It's okay, it's just a troublesome visit!"

"Isn't it? With the strength of the whole sister, who will make you feel tricky?"

Quan Su Rong swallowed her saliva and asked rhetorically, "What is the No. 1 test chart for post-traumatic stress disorder?"

"Starry sky."

"Guess what I saw on that visit?"

Quan Surong said Sheng Wanning's answer.

The woman's eyes widened, "So exciting! The most I visited was to see ants, and she even saw the bones?"

"And that's not the most intense." Quan Surong continued to ask, "Test Chart No. 2, that picture of Notre Dame Cathedral, she said it was in the hospital. Test Chart Three Sunflower, she saw the corpse."

"Mom! I would like to meet this visitor."

"No!" Quan Su Rong's face turned white in a hurry, "Aren't you letting everyone know that I leaked the visitor's test results? I only revealed it when you were your best friend. Don't hurt me!"

"Understood." Then you can face the visitor alone. In my opinion, she is not only suffering from post-invasive stress disorder, but has also evolved into an extreme ruthless personality, and the risk factor is off the charts. Such a difficult task is entrusted to you, sister!" The woman patted Quan Surong on the shoulder and comforted.

Quan Surong gave the woman a blank look, and now she doesn't want to mention how much she regrets coming to take over this stall......

But there was no way, she still had to face

Right.

As soon as I walked out of the pantry, I suddenly heard when I passed by the reception hall: "Mr. Li, please!"

A respectful male voice came from not far away.

Immediately afterwards, the reception hall set off a lot of fluctuations.

A tall and slender figure, surrounded by bodyguards, walked slowly and methodically into the examination room with a calm and steady pace.

The man's eyebrows are handsome, his facial features are three-dimensional and deep, the black suit is elegant and noble, and his innate royal aura makes people unable to take their eyes off it just by looking at it.

"He is Li Yanting, the president of the Li Group! The national husband is very angry!"

I don't know who in the crowd said this, and Quan Surong seemed to stop breathing.

I used to only see it on the news, but now I see real people!

Quan Surong forgot about the "good sister" behind her, and also forgot about Sheng Wanning in the clinic not far away, and greeted her with a smile after cutting her hair and dressing.

"Hello Mr. Li, my name is Quan Surong, and I am ......."

"I heard my wife is here." Li Yanting directly interrupted her words, and as she spoke, her eyes swept around the hall of the diagnosis room.

Didn't see the person he wanted to see, his eyebrows twisted slightly.

Quan Surong's pretty face was slightly sluggish, she forgot for a moment that this President Li's wife was her visitor, and now she was forgotten in the treatment room.

But thinking of Sheng Wanning, who was soft and weak on the surface and dark and evil in her heart, the corners of Quan Surong's mouth overflowed with a trace of disdain.

How can a woman with a mental disorder have a national husband that all Chinese women are worried about!

Maybe today, it's the opportunity given to her by God~ Quan Surong thought in her heart, quickly restrained her expression, and said softly: "Mr. Li, please come with me, I'll take you to find Mrs. Li."

Li Yanting didn't even look at her, let out a faint "um", and then ordered those fierce bodyguards to guard the door, and followed Quan Surong, who led the way, into the inside.

Instead of taking Li Yan Ting to Sheng Wanning's place, Quan Surong took him to her private office and beckoned him to sit on a black leather sofa.

"My wife isn't here?" Li Yanting, who was seated, asked with a twisted eyebrow.

She closed the door quietly, leaning against the desk, her hips slightly cocked, setting off the woman's bumpy S-shaped figure.

Although she has a bewitching posture, the tone of her voice makes it impossible to see that she has the intention of seducing a man: "Mr. Li, that's right, your wife is in the medical room, but she did a test today and the problem is not small, I think I need to explain her situation to you first."

"Testing?" Li Yanting's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, ignoring the woman's subsequent flirting movements, and his voice was extremely indifferent: "As far as I know, psychologists can't reveal any test results without the client's permission?"

Quan Surong's small gesture of scratching her head stiffened, and quickly regained her smile: "Normally, this is true, but if there is a danger to society, we have the obligation to warn the people who may be harmed, especially Mr. Li, who gets along with her day and night."

Li Yan Ting loosened his tie, "What are the specific problems, let's talk about them."

Quan Surong was overjoyed in her heart, and told the three pictures one by one.

After she finished speaking, the air pressure in the office dropped rapidly, and the person who was under pressure was out of breath.

Quan Surong was not deterred by the low pressure around the man at all, but secretly rejoiced.

It seems that Mr. Li is very concerned about Sheng Wanning's illness.

Also, what man doesn't want his wife to be as pure, beautiful and kind as an angel?

Especially these successful men......

They want to have a beautiful, generous, gentle and elegant wife, after all, a woman is a man's face! If the wife is sick, she may even do things that harm the man's image and reputation...... This is the most taboo of the famous family!

Jeon So-yong was about to secretly cheer for her first victory, when suddenly, a low and grim question came from the sofa, "So you brought me here just to tell me that my wife is likely to suffer from Ruthless Personality Disorder?"

Li Yanting's indifferent gaze fell into Quan Surong's eyes.

Quan Surong was shocked.

What's going on? It's not what I expected......

"Mr. Li, Ruthless Personality Disorder is a very dangerous mental disorder, highly aggressive to society, and this group of people will not feel the slightest sense of shame no matter what they do, even if they kill someone, and most of their behavior is driven by accidental motives, emotional impulses, or instinctive desires, and lacks planning and foresight, which may cause irreparable consequences to your career or social relationships." Z.br>

After Quan Surong said these words, she only heard the man on the sofa smile indifferently.

Li Yanting also thought that this psychologist had discovered the existence of another conscious force in A-Ning's brain.

That's it, huh.

Aggressive, shameless, and impulsive, he has already experienced these things in her, why does he need to be reminded by others?

"Miss Quan, right," Li Yanting's gloomy gaze burst into the woman who nodded at him, and her tone was full of intimidation, "If my wife really has this tendency, what do you think I should do with you, the one who knows?"

The latter words speak for themselves.

Hearing this threatening tone, Quan Surong's face turned white layer by layer, and finally it was as white as the wall dust in the office......

She hurriedly said, "Mr. Li, I won't reveal the slightest bit of information to the public! But with all due respect, your wife doesn't deserve ......."

"Miss Quan," he interrupted the woman who didn't know whether she wanted to separate him from Ah Ning again, and left three sentences indifferently:

"First, my wife is thin-skinned and doesn't like people to slander her behind her back."

"Second, what my wife doesn't like, I don't like either."

"Third, you should leave Kyoto, because you can't get along here."

After speaking, Li Yan Ting got up solemnly, and his tall figure walked out of the office with a cold stride.

A cold wind poured outside the door, sweeping through Quan Surong's body from top to bottom.

The woman is in the wind, and her hair is becoming messy.

This man is different from the presidents and famous gentlemen she has been in contact with before......