Li Beiting was much more indifferent than Song Yan. He had long been used to it. He brought Song Yan to his arms and smelled the smell of Song Yan like breathing air.

Song Yan let him hold it, thinking in his mind that he would ask Nicole for the situation.

At this time, the phone suddenly rang.

Song Yan picked up and looked at the message sent by Sanwei.

"Miss, I heard from my friend that you are looking for a psychiatrist. I know a great master who is very powerful. If you need it, I can recommend it to you."

Sanwei is the art student who took photos of them when she and Li Beiting went to Milan. After she sent them the photos, she never contacted them again.

Song Yan was surprised and replied: "Yes, thank you, but how did your friends know?"

Sanwei: "My friend is my shooting model and is studying in Milan's best psychiatric field. She has a friend who happened to be Song Cheng's classmate when he was studying in Milan. Maybe Song Cheng asked that classmate."

Song Yan was even more confused. She seemed to know Song Cheng when she looked.

"The little brother's information was exposed before. Because the photos I took were leaked, I followed them for a while. Then Song Cheng encountered cyber violence again, so I knew your relationship." Sanwei seemed to know Song Yan's doubts, and before Song Yan could reply, she sent it over.

Seeing that Song Yan did not respond, Sanwei typed another string of words: "I misunderstood the little brother before, I don't know that he can't get close to the woman. I'm really embarrassed to say that he is fierce."

Song Yan hurriedly replied: "It's okay, thank you for your concern."

"You're welcome, it's an honor for me to know you with perfect art. I really want to go back and take photos of you."

Song Yan gave a smiling expression.

Sanwei pushed the WeChat of the great god she mentioned to Song Yan.

Song Yan added that person to explain his purpose.

That person asked her to meet and have a conversation.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment and asked again: "Are you not in Milan?"

“Yes, I’m at home.”

Seeing that Song Yan had been fiddling with her phone, Li Beiting quietly took away her phone.

"What are you doing?" Song Yan was puzzled. She hadn't replied to that person yet.

Li Beiting raised his eyebrows: "Concentrate on being with me."

"I'm looking for a new doctor for you, don't make trouble."

"The doctor has been unable to change well."

"That's better than nothing. When you get completely cured, I won't change your doctor."

Beiting: "..."

It happened that Li Beiting called in, and it was the company's business. He let Song Yan go and worked hard.

Song Yan had time and took her cell phone back and immediately made an appointment with Nicole. The two of them were booked in the cafe. At the same place, she put the master whom she had just added on WeChat for about half an hour later.

Nicole rushed over and went straight to the topic: "I have already made the treatment plan. Mr. Li will provide him with instrument treatment once a week on Friday night and provide him with psychological counseling once a month. I have prescribed the medicine here, please take a look."

Song Yan did not take her treatment plan and said directly: "Li Beiting's disease has not improved at all. He took medicine for a month, but when a woman approached him, he still couldn't move."

"This is very normal. How could it be effective in just one month? Those are all for his subsequent treatment." Nicole didn't care and explained to Song Yan very professionally.

"I've found a new doctor and I'll pay you your salary in full."

Song Yan interrupted her long list of explanations, and she felt a headache when she heard it.

"Why are you looking for a new doctor? I am the world's top expert in ptsd, and there will be no more professional people than me!" Nicole felt unbelievable and looked at Song Yan with surprise.

"Because you have been treating Li Beiting as experimental data, rather than really treating him as a patient." Song Yan said with certainty that she misread this Nicole from the beginning.

She took out her phone, found the screenshot, and presented it to Nicole.

Nicole took a look and her expression changed slightly but she returned to normal in an instant, as if everything just now was an hallucination.

She said: "Miss Song, if you don't trust me, then I don't need to continue to heal Mr. Li."

Is this a turnaround? Shouldn’t you explain it first when you see the screenshot?

Song Yan's expression also became colder: "What do you mean is that the article in this screenshot was not written by you? The first author of this academic paper is just the person who is the same name as you?"

Nicole raised her eyebrows: "You should be focusing on Mr. Li, not what I did."

"My focus is on Li Beiting. You used his data in your academic papers and published in world-renowned journals. If you weren't using Li Beiting's data, do you think I would be careless about what you did?"

Song Yan didn't expect that Nicole had no intention of apologizing at all. She used Li Beiting's disease data openly, but she didn't think she was wrong at all?

Nicole's expression turned into disgust, looking at Song Yan as if she saw something disgusting: "I am a very privacy-oriented person, and I hate the poor writing behavior behind my back. Miss Song's behavior is really disgusting."

"You use patient data privately without the permission of the patient, and you are called privacy attention? You only pay attention to whether your rights have been violated. I invited you to see a doctor, not to let you use patients to complete your academic papers! Besides, you have published this article and attracted a lot of attention in your academic circles. I know what these are infringing on your privacy?"

Song Yan finished speaking in one breath, Ni was the most double standard person she had ever met, and there was no reason to say.

If Song Cheng hadn't sent these to her, she wouldn't have known Nicole's purpose.

She was just suspicious of Nicole's treatment method, and she never said anything about treatment, but she always made some data and models until she saw this published paper.

Nicole avoided the important point: "Mr. Li's data is only one of my many patients. No one knows that it is his data, so I did not disclose anything. It is my right to quote the data of patients, which is a contribution to the psychiatric medicine of all mankind."

Nicole paused, pulled the corner of Song Yan's mouth, and said, "You should be proud."

"Okay." Song Yan was so disgusted that she didn't know what to say. She clenched her fists hard to suppress her urge to hit someone.

Indeed, if those data were not in the insider, they would not have been compared with Li Beiting. If Song Yan had not seen them checking Li Beiting's record indicators, they would not have been so sure of Nicole's ulterior motives.

"Miss Song, I'll leave first if I have nothing to do. Although I really want to continue to follow Mr. Li's condition, it seems that you won't give me a chance. Goodbye."

Nicole means that she voluntarily resigned, and she doesn't care about the salary issue that Song Yan mentioned, but just feels sorry for not being able to continue to study this rare case.

However, her initial purpose has been achieved, and her paper has been published successfully, which has brought her the effect of gaining fame and fortune. She will eventually find a treatment, and Song Yan will beg to come to her at that time.

Nicole left with a wishful thinking.

Song Yan sat on the sofa and looked at Nicole's back coldly, feeling so cold that she didn't see a man walking towards her.

"Hello." The man stretched out his hand and shook hands with Song Yan, "Is it Miss Song Yan?"

"Hello, I'm." Song Yan came to his senses, "Are you the great god on WeChat?"
Chapter completed!