It doesn't matter if you don't get an answer from her.

Sheng Xizhou just suddenly wanted to see her.

He put the photos away. Instead of going home, he went to the hospital.

At this point, of course, the psychology department has long been empty of people.

However, the prince of the Sheng family came to visit, so the dean had to come over in person.

I'm not afraid of anything else. He really couldn't see the light of day when he was in the hospital.

Let him know and everything will be over.

When I think about it, it is even more unimaginable.

Back then, his mother was too decisive.

In order for him to successfully inherit the Sheng family, his own son did not feel sorry for him.

The dean greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Sheng, why are you here so late?"

Sheng Xizhou stared at the white walls in the hospital in a daze for a while, "Just take a look, and by the way, what disease did I get back then?"

The dean pretended to be surprised: "Didn't your mother tell you? You had an autistic personality and some depression at that time."

Sheng Xizhou said calmly: "Where are the medical records?"

The dean's forehead was sweating: "It's been too long, and it's really hard to find."

Sheng Xizhou took off his leather gloves and put the gun in his hand against the dean's head: "Can we find out in this way?"

The dean took a deep breath and his legs weakened with fear, "It should be...ok."

Just make a fake one.

Let him know that what he has experienced before will be more terrifying than being held by a gun now.

Sheng Xizhou stared at the white wall in the ward, feeling familiar.

The intermittent fragments are still unclear even when I think about them.

There are snow-white walls on all sides.

He seemed to be fished out of water, all wet.

Doctors, nurses, and his mother.
Chapter completed!