Miao Miao looked at the kind smile on Charles's face from beginning to end, and frowned slightly.

Psychiatrists are good at this, no matter who sees them, the first thing they feel is inevitably a sense of intimacy and belonging, which is the kindness that can make people relax their guards.

But if you're serious you'll lose, it's just a look of facing the ward.

"So, what you mean by that if Ban Qingyi is unwilling to move to a nursing home, you won't be able to treat him, right?" Miao Miao asked.

That's not what it meant. Charles shook his head, "First of all, if a patient is admitted to a nursing home, I will not be the person in charge of him, I am not a doctor in the nursing home, I just give advice from the doctor's point of view." Secondly, I can naturally provide you with services at any time, but I personally feel that Miss Miao is not a patient enough person. The most important thing is—"

Charlie paused and spoke, "Miss Miao has a history of depression, and you are with autistic people, which can easily lead to a recurrence of your condition. ”

Miao Miao's face turned cold.

"Don't mind, as a qualified psychiatrist, it's normal to be able to judge what aspects of the other person's condition are by observing the details of the other person's actions. "It's not an exaggeration to say that every top psychiatrist is a terrifying micro-expression expert, and some are even called to have the ability to "read minds".

Of course, it is normal for most psychologists to have mental illness themselves.

"Depression is a condition with a high chance of recurrence in mental illness, and if the patient's own defense mechanism is not strong enough, it is easy for patients to fall into the emotional cycle again, and most patients will not realize their recurrence in the early stage of the disease. Charles looked at Miao Miao kindly, "Actually, Ban Qingyi's autism is not too serious, plus he is not born with autism, if it is treated well, there is a great possibility of recovery." But I personally feel that if there is a more secure treatment plan, I do not recommend that Miss Miao take care of him personally. ”

Miao Miao subconsciously clenched her fists and let go: "I'll think about it." ”

Charles nodded, not aggressive, and said in a gentle tone: "But things are two-sided, maybe because Miss Miao has experience in this area, maybe she can better know what the patient wants." Most family members of autistic patients do not take the initiative to seek medical treatment, because for patients, as long as they can stay in a place where they feel safe enough, they are not much different from ordinary people except for talking less. ”

"Here are my contact details. Charles handed Miao a business card, "At Mr. Rong's invitation, I will stay in China for a week, and if Miss Miao accepts me as Ban Qingyi's treating doctor, this date will be extended." In the meantime, you can always call me if you have any questions. ”

Miao Miao nodded and stood up.

Ban Qingyi tugged at the hem of Miao Miao's clothes and pointed to the wall clock on the wall.

Very textured wall clock, the silent kind, with a circle of leaves wrapped around the edge, quite a small and fresh feeling.

"You like it?" Miao Miao asked.

Ban Qingyi nodded.

"Okay. Miao Miao took out her mobile phone to take a photo, "Go home and buy the same model for you online." This belongs to someone else, we can't ask for it. ”

Ban Qingyi nodded obediently, withdrew his gaze from the wall clock, and obediently followed Miao Miao.

Charles sat on the sofa, squinting at the backs of Ban Qingyi and Miao Miao leaving.

No matter how you look at it, this patient named Ban Qingyi doesn't look like a severe autistic person, more often, it's more like a child who is silent by nature, he is not autistic, he just doesn't like to talk.

However, you can't make such an arbitrary conclusion, after all, the fledgling plot will not happen to an eighteen-year-old adult in his normal senses.

When I came to the hospital, it was just after evening, but now the lights were on. Mo Yu left with Rong Rui, but there were still a few people who stayed at the gate of the hospital, waiting to send Miao Miao home.

"Miss Miao, do you want to go home directly?" The bodyguard sat in the driver's seat and turned his head to look at Miao Miao.

Miao Miao supported the window frame of the car with her elbows, and glanced at Ban Qingyi with slanted eyes, "Go to that imported supermarket on XX Pedestrian Street." ”

"Okay. ”

Taking advantage of the fact that there is free labor today, everything that should be bought has been bought, after all, it is a new home, and it was moved in a hurry, and a lot of things are missing.

And Miao Miao once read news reports that going to the supermarket is actually an activity that can promote feelings, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar tea, and the basics of life.

The car drove all the way to the city center unimpeded, Miao Miao carried her mobile phone and wallet in her pocket, pulled Ban Qingyi with her left hand, took the trolley at the door of the supermarket with her right hand, and walked towards the entrance of the supermarket.

A row of checkout counters in the supermarket is a hanging TV, which is playing the news at the moment.

"According to relevant insiders, Mu Ningyuan, president of Mu's, and Mo Jingyu, Mo's daughter, are childhood sweethearts, and the two have been very affectionate since childhood......"

When did this kind of time period when the whole people should watch the news broadcast, and entertainment gossip also began to be broadcast?

Miao Miao squinted her eyes and glanced at the TV, eager to go online to see what the situation was now, and see if anyone came out to "refute the rumors".

But reason stopped her.

Sometimes it is not easy to honestly admit that she still cares about Mu Ningyuan's every move, but Miao Miao also knows that she needs to be honest first, and then restrain herself.

Otherwise, he will probably never be able to get out of the whirlpool of Mu Ningyuan.

Most people only saw her indifference to Mu Ningyuan, and probably never thought about what kind of emotions she had to reject Mu Ningyuan.

She withdrew her gaze and pushed the cart towards the crowd.

And Ban Qingyi always followed Miao Miao's side.

He basically didn't know much about the environment of the accident department, and only focused on following Miao Miao, so as not to let the crowded crowd in the supermarket push the two of them apart.

"This, how about it?" unexpectedly saw the same style of wall clock on the department store shelf of the supermarket, Miao Miao was a little surprised.

In fact, the wall clock is really good-looking, and Miao Miao also feels that it is necessary to hang a clock at home. I just don't know where Ban Qingyi likes this wall clock.

It is said that some people with autism like to watch the hour hand turn, and they can watch it all day without feeling tired.

Ban Qingyi's sanity was awakened by Miao Miao, and he pursed his lips and looked at the wall clock that Miao Miao handed to him.

It seems that he is trying his best to restrain his joy, but he still can't control his joy leaking out from the bottom of his eyes.

"What an easy kid to please. Miao Miao looked at Ban Qingyi's cheeks and sighed.

Good looks are this kind of advantage, when he smiles, you feel that the whole world is beautiful.

A simple beautiful boy is the common pursuit of all mankind.

When you see him, you think, maybe there aren't so many troubles in this world.

"Let's go. Miao Miao asked Ban Qingyi to grab the hem of her clothes, "Don't just look at the wall clock, occasionally look at the road." ”

Ban Qingyi grabbed Miao Miao's clothes tightly, like a little sheep all the time, and followed behind the mother sheep obediently.

Mu Ningyuan, you see.

I may be in a low mood because of you.

But I can come out after all. There are too many things in this world that can be distracted, and when shifting attention becomes a habit, maybe one day, even if you and Mo Jingyu are in front of me, wearing suits and wedding dresses, and walking hand in hand into the palace of marriage, I can casually think about what kind of dinner I am going to have tonight.