Yan Zihui's eyes were closed, and her lips opened and closed slightly. Sweat evaporates from the forehead, and some fine hair is wet and sticks to the forehead.

She lay on the Floyd couch, her hands clutching the mats on either side, and her fingernails, which were longer than her fingertips, were about to dig into the mats.

Yan Zihui was hypnotized by psychiatrist Zhan Likun.

Yan Zihui's expression became more and more nervous, and the speed of his chest rising and falling became more and more violent.

Zhan Likun felt that today's treatment should end here.

He slowly guided Yan Zihui out of the hypnotized dream, and then whispered in Yan Zihui's ear. "Okay, it's over, you can open your eyes. ”

Yan Zihui slowly opened her eyes. She seems to have just experienced a big battle, and her collapsed body can't even open her eyelids at once.

Zhan Likun took out a few pieces of tissue paper and put them in Yan Zihui's hand, and he sat back at his desk with the notebook and pen in his hand.

Yan Zihui was about to wipe her forehead, but when she raised her hand to pass by her eyes, she found that the tears in the corners of her eyes were still wet.

She sat across from Zhan Likun, and she left the collapse as soon as she finished hypnosis because she didn't want to really admit that she was sick.

"Dr. Zhan, is my condition improving?" Yan Zihui folded the used tissues into neat squares and placed them in front of her.

Zhan Likun wrote a few strokes in his notebook and wrote on Yan Zihui's case file.

"Let's talk about what you've been up to lately, shall we?"

Zhan Likun took off his glasses and looked at Yan Zihui with a soft gaze.

Although Yan Zihui was facing Zhan Likun, her eyes were focused on a succulent plant on the small cabinet by the window behind Zhan Likun.

"I ordered a piano and a cello, I only received the cello, and the piano is still waiting for the delivery. ”

Yan Zihui was obviously a little disappointed when he said that the piano was still out of stock.

"What tunes do you like to play?" Zhan Likun was still recording.

The succulent on the cabinet had already bloomed sword flowers, which were very beautiful, and Yan Zihui looked at it very carefully. "It's too monotonous to play the piano alone, wait until the piano arrives. Playing notes together is life. ”

Zhan Likun looked at the pot of flesh in the direction of Yan Zihui. "Do you like it?"

Zhan Likun asked, pointing to the pot of meat.

Yan Zihui withdrew her gaze. "I just think the flowers on it are so beautiful. ”

Zhan Likun stood up and took the pot of meat. "Do you want to take it back and raise it?"

Yan Zihui smiled. "I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of it. ”

"This thing hardly needs to be cared for, just a few days of watering the roots. ”

There are many varieties of succulents, some of which are born to survive, but some of which also require careful care. Zhan Likun said it in an extremely general way.

Yan Zihui looked at the sword flowers that came out. "What's this plant called?"

Zhan Likun tapped his chin with the barrel of his pen. "Hmm...... When it opened, our nurse lady said that my office was too simple, and I bought it to decorate my office, I don't know what the scientific name of this strain is, I just called it succulent. ”

Yan Zihui picked up the basin and looked at the little sword flowers more carefully. "Miss Nurse bought it for you, how bad is it for me to take it?"

Yan Zihui shirked his mouth, but his hand did not put down the flower pot.

Zhan Likun smiled casually. "The nurse who gave me meaty is almost fifty years old, don't worry about it, just take it. ”

When Zhan Likun reported the age of Miss Nurse, Yan Zihui's expression became a little boring. "Oh, then I thank you. ”

Zhan Likun pointed to the plate of meat with a pen. "If you know what the specific scientific name of this thing is, remember to tell me. ”

"Okay. ”

Yan Zihui's hands rested on the armrests. "Dr. Zhan, is my condition improving?"

This is the second time Yan Zihui has asked.

"Well, there is an improvement. Zhan Likun continued to write about Yan Zihui's case.

Yan Zihui watched his pen rustle on the paper and move quickly, and couldn't help but tighten the knot in his heart a little more.

"But if I do improve, why do you write so many words on my case?"

Zhan Likun didn't look up, didn't stop the pen in his hand, but the speed of writing slowed down a little, and he didn't make an obvious thought process. "Because you have to keep track of what you're doing each time and then adjust your treatment plan. ”

Zhan Likun put down the pen, drew one with one hand, and clenched his fist with the other. "If you divide your situation into ten levels, I will have to change the plan and medicine for each level of reduction, so I have to keep a careful record so that I can prescribe the right medicine, otherwise you will complain that I am a quack. ”

Zhan Likun found a good opportunity to put down the pen in his hand.

Yan Zihui was persuaded, but it was only a few seconds after accepting Zhan Likun's reasonableness, and she felt that it was inappropriate. "Dr. Zhan, why don't you write it now?

Yan Zihui observed every detail of Zhan Likun very carefully, and did not leave any doubts in his heart, and asked them directly.

Zhan Likun has long been quite comfortable dealing with such a patient. "Because I haven't asked you any other questions yet. ”

Yan Zihui gently touched and stroked the small yellow sword flower on the flesh with his hand.

"If I am level ten, then how many levels am I now?When will I be all right?" Of course, Yan Zihui wanted to heal in the shortest possible time, so that she could make Wu Junke not afraid of her.

A psychiatrist will never answer a patient, how long it will take you to heal.

Of course, Zhan Likun didn't answer, he chose to change the topic. "You said you wanted to volunteer, right?"

Yan Zihui withdrew his hand. "But you said I wasn't in the right situation. ”

"I think you can start trying it now. ”

Yan Zihui showed a smile, not the kind that was made, but from the heart. "Really, can I?"

"Well, one is to go to a welfare home to give the children a music lesson every week, and the other is to go to a special school every ......"

Yan Zihui interrupted anxiously. "Do you want to go both? I probably don't have that much time. ”

"No, you can choose what you like. ”

"Then I'll go to the welfare home, when can I go?" Yan Zihui decided without much thought.

Zhan Likun picked up his notebook, flipped a few pages forward, and took out a business card from that page. "You contact this young lady, and she will make specific arrangements. ”

Yan Zihui took the business card and looked a little sluggish. "Do you want me to contact myself?"

"Well, it's safer for you to contact yourself to discuss the exact time of the week. ”

"Oh well. Yan Zihui was not as cheerful as just now.

Zhan Likun looked at the clock on the wall. "Alright, let's stop here for today, see you next time. ”

Yan Zihui put the business card in her hand into her bag, picked up the meaty on the table and the paper towel she had used just now and folded it into a square. "Doctor Zhan, is Dr. Li next door to you gone?"

"Well, he went out to open a clinic on his own. ”

"Oh. ”

Zhan Likun cleaned up the things on the table and put the next patient's medical record on the table.

"When you first came to our clinic, Dr. Li showed you a few times, right?"

"Hmm. ”

Yan Zihui seemed to have something else in mind, she came out of Zhan Likun's medical office and closed the door quietly.

She stood in front of Dr. Lee's office, which had been emptied, for a moment before leaving. Read the latest chapters, stay tuned