Lynch smiled and said, "So, Shen Daxing, in order to prevent your fans and relatives from being sad, please live well."

"But, I still can't let go of the person in my heart. That was almost all my memories and persistence in the first half of my life." Chen Mengyao said.

"Wang Zhen, do you have time to help find some ice cubes?" Lynch suddenly turned to look at Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen was stunned. Is this taking him off?

But now, Lynch's words stabilized Chen Mengyao's emotions in a few words. He really wanted to see how Lynch would treat him next?

"What do you want ice? Is this your treatment method?" Wang Zhen was surprised. During the treatment process, ice would be used only if trauma or colds were used. How should I use ice for Chen Mengyao to treat her illness?

"Heart disease still needs heart medicine." Lynch said lightly.

"Heart Medicine..." Wang Zhen could not connect the heart medicine with the ice.

"If you can really cure it, then I will admit defeat willingly. If you are mysterious, I will seek justice for Chen Mengyao." Wang Zhen looked serious.

He didn't want to be fooled by Lynch, but at the same time, he saw that Lynch was very confident and felt that Lynch used ice cubes to be of great use.

He didn't dare to delay anything at the moment, so he immediately walked to the judges' seat and asked Ning Changsheng for ice and sent it to him.

Ning Changsheng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Wang Zhen to listen to Lynch's words.

But everyone is a doctor, and he will not lose any feelings for the patients. He immediately asked the staff to find ice cubes.

Soon, Wang Zhen got the ice and returned to the field.

"The ice you want." Wang Zhen handed the wrapped ice to Lynch.

"Thank you." Lynch took it and pinched it gently, and it suddenly turned into a few small pieces.

At this time, everyone stared at Lynch tightly and saw how he used ice to cure Chen Mengyao's heart disease.

"Is this my medicine? Can you let go after taking it and your heart is cold?" Chen Mengyao asked angrily.

"This is your fate." Lynch said.

"Fate? Fate like ice?" Chen Mengyao asked.

"You hold the fate in your hand." Lynch said.

"Okay..." Chen Mengyao nodded and grabbed the ice in her hand. A bit of chill suddenly spread throughout her smooth little hand.

At the same time, Chen Mengyao's childhood sweetheart appeared involuntarily in his mind.

Her hand gradually tightened, as if she was holding on to his fate, and she held it firmly in her hand, preventing him from leaving.

But she found that the tighter she held, the faster the ice in her hand melted, and gradually turned into water that slipped and dripped from her fingers.

But she still clung to her tighter and didn't want to give up.

Lynch glanced at her and said, "Open your hand and take a look."

"No, I don't want to open it, I want to grasp the fate in my hand." Chen Mengyao shook her head and said stubbornly.

"Listen to me, open your hand and take a look." As Lynch spoke, his true energy circulated. When his voice penetrated into Chen Mengyao's ears, her tense nerves immediately sootheed.

Chen Mengyao's face calmed down a little, and finally opened her hand reluctantly. However, at this moment, the ice cubes in her hand had completely turned into a pool of water stains, disappearing without a trace.

Chen Mengyao was stunned, as if she had lost something.

"Why, fate disappeared..." Chen Mengyao said in pain.

"Because fate is like the ice in your hand. The tighter you hold, the easier it is to lose it. In the end, there is nothing." Lynch said.

"The tighter you hold, the easier it is to lose..." Chen Mengyao thought, as if she understood something.

Maybe she had known the final outcome long ago, but she had never dared to face it. The higher the expectations, the greater the harm it would be to her.

"Let yourself go." Lynch said.

"Let yourself go..." Chen Mengyao was stunned in a blink of an eye. Looking at Lynch, a calm but sunny smile appeared on Lynch's face.

"Please take a vacation and enjoy your life well. Every person who is broken is an angel with wings. They will also welcome the person who gives them another wing." Lynch said.

"Am I missing a wing..." Chen Mengyao asked.

"What do you think?" Lynch said.

"I said, I said..." Chen Mengyao thought about it, shook her head again, and finally lowered her head: "I can't say it."

"Shen Daxing, if you want to listen to me playing the flute, you can do it at any time." Wang Zhen couldn't help but walk forward to the silent Chen Mengyao.

"Thank you." Chen Mengyao suddenly said: "But now, I find that listening to Dr. Lin's words seems to be a good choice."

Wang Zhen's body stiffened, and his face was indescribable and embarrassed, as if he had the illusion of failure in confessing his love.

Chen Mengyao didn't have so much meaning. She naturally liked to listen to Wang Zhen playing the flute. But now, she felt that talking to Lynch would make her physically and mentally relaxed, forgetting her persistent and meaningless past, as if everything in front of her suddenly became clear and beautiful.

"Doctor Lin, can I talk to you often in the future?" Chen Mengyao asked.

"Of course, as long as I have time, you can find me at any time." Lynch said.

"Then give me your phone number and don't regret it." Chen Mengyao suddenly took out her phone and posted many cute cartoon characters on it.

"No problem." Lynch wanted to say his phone number directly, but so many viewers at the scene knew about it, so his phone might be blown up.

He took out his cell phone, edited the phone number on the cell phone, and stuffed it into Shen Mengyao's hands.

Chen Mengyao also knew that they were paying attention at this time and naturally could not expose their contact information casually. Therefore, she did not save the number and let the media camera capture it. She just glanced and recorded it silently in her heart, and returned the phone to Lynch.

Lynch put away his cell phone.

Wang Zhen couldn't help but ask hurriedly: "Shen Daxing, is your illness really cured now?"

"I don't know either, but I think that as long as I talk to Dr. Lin frequently, I shouldn't make any more mistakes." Chen Mengyao said.

"Can you cure a disease when speaking?" Wang Zhen's mouth twitched.

"Yes, I think my illness seems to be really cured when talking to him." Chen Mengyao said.

The audience was stunned and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

From beginning to end, Lynch's treatment method and diagnosis were very simple, which was to keep talking to the patient.

But just as Chen Mengyao's illness got cured inexplicably, she didn't cry or make trouble, and she didn't think about those things, or she was already thinking about them.

The opposite is.

Before, Wang Zhen carefully took Chen Mengyao's pulse and gave her an extremely detailed examination. In the end, no disease was found. Moreover, Wang Zhen also used his most proud flute to treat the disease, which only briefly stopped Chen Mengyao's disease. Once it stopped, Chen Mengyao would continue to get sick.

It seemed that Wang Zhen tried all his strength, but he was not as good as Lynch's words.

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