Song Jiaxin was stunned and said curiously: "Uncle, have you invited other helpers?"

Yang Changping smiled mysteriously: "Of course, heart disease has to be treated by psychologists!" I thought about it for a while, the doctors I used to invite Peng Peng were all those old fritters in the psychological clinic, and their work has become a habit, and they may not take every patient seriously, so they will have little effect!"

"So this time, I found a proud protégé of a classmate, who is a top student of the Department of Psychology of Beijing University, with high academic attainments, and has been sent to stay in school, and he will definitely be a leader in the industry in the future!

As soon as Yang Changping introduced these words, Ma Fei and Song Jiaxin looked at each other, and put a question mark in their hearts at the same time: Why does this sound so familiar?

Song Jiaxin couldn't help but ask: "Uncle, you said that this person is your classmate's protégé? Why don't I know that you have a classmate who studies psychology?"

"Hey, I'm a normal student, how can I know a teacher from Jingcheng University? The classmate I'm talking about is a teacher from Tianyang No. 3 Middle School -- by the way, Jiaxin, aren't you also a graduate of No. 3 Middle School? Maybe you still know him!"

This dialogue made Song Jiaxin even more confirmed: "Uncle, the top student you are talking about should not be called Su Huanxing, right?"

Yang Changping said curiously: "How do you know? This is too coincidental, isn't it? Could it really be your classmate?"

Recalling last night's experience, Song Jiaxin didn't have a good impression of Su Huanxing, and immediately wanted to persuade her, but before she could speak, she heard a knock on the door.

"Who?" Yang Changping asked casually.

"Teacher Yang, I'm Xiao Su!" A voice came from outside the door, who was it not Su Huanxing?

Song Jiaxin was excited, and as soon as she picked up Ma Fei, she was about to hide in the bedroom next to her, and she didn't forget to tell everyone while walking: "I don't want to see this person, don't say anything!"

Before Ma Fei could react, he had been dragged into the bedroom by Song Jiaxin, and saw her close the door and lock it by the way!

"This is such a coincidence! But Jiaxin, don't you want your uncle and aunt to stop being superstitious about those psychological masters? Su Huanxing is obviously a half-jar of water, why don't we debunk him in front of him, but hide in?"

Faced with Ma Fei's question, Song Jiaxin spread her hands: "I'...... I just feel embarrassed!"

Ma Fei smiled, he could understand that many people's first reaction in this situation would be to escape.

"Just let them toss! Maybe when Su Huanxing finishes flickering, my uncle and aunt will be more sober!" Song Jiaxin shook her head, simply sat on the soft mattress, and patted the side to signal Ma Fei to sit down and rest.

Ma Fei is not polite, after all, there are too few opportunities to be alone with the beauty......

In the living room, Yang Changping and others hadn't figured out the situation yet, but they didn't have time to ask, so they had to open the door first and welcome Su Huanxing in.

As soon as he looked at his face, he saw that the young man seemed to have some scars on his face, and Yang Changping said strangely: "Yo, what's wrong with Xiao Su's face?"

Of course, Su Huanxing refused to tell the truth, and said with a smile: "...... Scratched by a cat, out of the way. ”

After entering the room and taking a look, he first noticed the sweetness of his graceful figure, and couldn't help but look at it twice, until Yang Changping cleared his throat, he turned to ask, "Teacher Yang, where is Ling Lang?"

Yang Changping pointed to the door of Yang Peng's bedroom: "He locked himself in the room and only ate biscuits every day, and he hasn't come out for several days! Xiao Su, you quickly think of a way, as long as you can call him out of the house, we will be considered successful today!"

Su Huanxing smiled: "Teacher Yang, since I promised to help today, I must be sure to cure Ling Lang's heart disease, you can put your heart in your stomach!"

Yang Changping was overjoyed, and completely forgot about his niece hiding in the other bedroom: "That's great! I know that since ancient times, heroes have come out of teenagers, and young psychologists are not necessarily worse than the older generation!"

Su Huanxing enjoyed this compliment quite a bit, and said with a smile: "Before starting treatment, I want to know about Ling Lang's condition first. Mr. Yang, in your opinion, what is the reason why he is what he is today?"

"What else could it be?" Yang Changping spread his hands, "This kid has a hard life, when I was a child, my mother and I were busy with work, and we often left him alone in the faculty compound and left it open with a group of children." When he was four years old, he once got separated from his friends, and unfortunately was targeted by a trafficker......

"Although we found out in time and called the police, in the few days that the police tracked him down, he had been taken thousands of kilometers away from Tianyang, blindfolded, gagged, shackled hands and feet, and locked up in the compartment of a truck!

"It's scary to think about it now, if the police had been slower, who knows if he would have been abducted and trafficked to the mountains, or sent by the bad guys for organ harvesting?

Later, although he was rescued home, he became very timid, not only did he not dare to go out easily, nor did he want to talk to any strangers, but even worse, he also cast a shadow on the darkness and small space!

"We took him everywhere to seek medical treatment, and it was easy for him to get a little better, and he was finally able to go out into society to work, but the recent incident left him alone in the hospital without power, and finally he was handcuffed and put in a detention center again......

Speaking of this, Yang Changping couldn't help but burst into tears: "My poor child, it's really sinful!"

After listening to this story, Su Huanxing's face was expressionless, and he quickly judged: "Then the situation is very clear, he is a typical sequelae of traumatic stress, if you want to treat and heal, you must either divert his attention, cultivate his interest, and prompt him to take the initiative to contact the society, or you have to treat it from the root, so that he understands that he is absolutely safe now!"

Yang Changping listened attentively and said happily: "You are so right! It is exactly the same as what those senior psychiatrists said!"

But soon he turned his joy into sorrow: "But we have used the first method -- to train him to learn computer programming, and now that he has succeeded, isn't this another accident? As for the second method, the human trafficker, almost 20 years have passed, and the police still haven't caught anyone......

Su Huanxing sighed when he heard this: "In this way, before the police completely solve the case, it is impossible to cultivate his sense of security!"

Seeing that his greatest hope was embarrassed, Yang Changping was worried: "That...... Is there any other way?"

The corners of Su Huanxing's mouth raised slightly: "I have a set of treatment plans developed by myself, which have miraculous effects on the sequelae of traumatic stress, but the way is a little unconventional, I don't know if Mr. Yang is willing to try?"