Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

In short, there were all kinds of slander and insults, and the original owner's Weibo was almost paralyzed.

This matter continued to ferment, and those actresses who were jealous of the original owner continued to add fuel to the flames.

The original owner was already in a bad mood, and later, Jiang Jin posted another Weibo, to the effect that he didn't notice the original owner at all.

All kinds of blows piled up, and the original owner's emotions completely collapsed.

She was already prepared, planning to reveal her identity, let her father come forward to solve it in person, and confess everything.

Later, Jiang Jin's Weibo completely collapsed the original owner, as if in an instant, the world was left with only darkness.

The original owner locked himself in the room, and his mood became increasingly depressed, and his mood became worse day by day.

Depression develops unconsciously.

Being scolded by the whole network, rejected by male gods, denied by the outside world, the original owner also began to deny himself.

I feel like I'm useless, that I can't do anything.

Nothing without a father.

The original owner began to commit suicide.

The way to commit suicide is - self-mutilation.

All the scars on the original owner's wrist came from this way. The most serious one was cutting an artery and attempting suicide.

The original owner's matter was full of uproar on the Internet, logically, it is impossible for the Feng family not to know.

Coincidentally, Feng's father and Feng's mother went on a business trip abroad and did not pay attention to domestic news.

Those scandals and the like did not pay attention.

Later, the original owner did not go downstairs to eat. The housekeeper in the villa went upstairs to knock on the door, but no one responded.

Later, there was no other way, the housekeeper called Father Feng to get the spare key, and then opened the door of the original owner.

As a result, when the door was opened, this was what he saw.

The girl's wrist was bleeding profusely.

The private doctor of the Feng family rushed over to stop the bleeding for the original owner, and the housekeeper immediately called an ambulance.

The original owner lost too much blood and was sent to the hospital for a blood transfusion. Feng's father and Feng's mother heard the news and flew back immediately.

The current timeline is that the original owner was sent to the hospital for blood transfusion, and Father Feng and Mother Feng are still on their way back.

[Sub-task: Prove yourself and win the crown of actress. 】

[Main task: Rescue the blackened fragments. 】

Hearing this main task, Feng Qian couldn't help being stunned.

In other words, the fragments of this plane have been contaminated with darkness.

Then, she had to find an object to accommodate the power of the main god as soon as possible.

Judging from the previous plane, it should and most likely be a small white bead.

Just as the girl was thinking, the system's voice sounded again.

[Main task: Stop the debris from amplifying the darkness in the patient's heart. 】

Feng was stunned. The shards are doing...bad things?

"Where is the location of the fragment?"

System: "The hospital where the host is located, turn right on the fifth floor and take the second room."

Hearing this, Feng Qian raised his eyes and glanced at the blood bag.

There is still a little left to lose.

Feng Qian couldn't care too much anymore, he pulled out the needle in his hand, took a piece of paper to hold it down, and hurried out of the hospital bed.

She is now in the VIP ward on the sixth floor.

Feng Qian took the elevator down to the fifth floor and found the room mentioned by the system.

The girl looked up at the house number—psychiatric department.

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in the room.

A handsome man in a white coat.

His facial features are exquisite and perfect, and every part is just right and beautiful.

A pair of silver-rimmed glasses hung on the man's fair face, and a slender silver chain hung from the frame, refracting silver-white light under the light.

The man's eyes were dark and deep, like a bottomless vortex, giving people a sense of coldness and depth.

At this moment, his long legs were crossed, and his extremely white fingertips were gently tapping on the table.

Sitting opposite the man was a boy of seventeen, eighteen or nineteen years old.

The young man seemed to have lost his mind, his eyes were out of focus, and he looked dazed.