The next day, Theorod had a good morning rest in Ritchie's apartment, ate his own fish steak at noon, put on his humble sweatshirt again, and went to the Royal Brompton Hospital.

"Do you know how most depression in general comes about?" said Dr. Miller, sitting in his office chair, holding Theorod's case report card, looking down at the number on the report through his gold-rimmed glasses gently resting on the bridge of his nose.

"Yes. One is external factors, this kind of depression is only related to love, and under normal circumstances, medication is useless, but it is also easy to cure. The other is because of the deficiency of the neurotransmitter serotonin in the brain, the scientific name is serotonin (5HT), which is related to behavioral problems, personality and emotional disorders in humans, this physiological depression is more difficult to control and heal, and requires adjunctive drugs to treat. Theolod sat across from Miller, crossed his legs, and said lightly as if reading a line.

Maybe Theorod's tone and attitude were too indifferent, maybe his understanding of depression was beyond his expectations, in short, after he said these words, Mitt glanced at Theorod, and then, he laughed, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose to the right position, turned the chair that had been diagonally facing Theorod, threw the case report sheet on the table, picked up a pen on a list, and wrote a bunch of things that Theorod couldn't read in a "doctor's font" that ordinary people couldn't read.

"I'm sorry you're probably in the latter case, but the good thing is that you don't have as many people with moderate to severe depression, which is a good situation, really, you don't have to worry. I figured out Guò's report, and Herman was pretty much sure that you were only mildly depressed so far, and that was a ......cure," Dr. Miller said as he wrote, and in the middle of his speech, his speech suddenly slowed to an abrupt halt, as if he was considering whether to say the rest of his sentence - given that he was sitting across from a depressed man.

"However, you are worried that my body will become dependent on those drugs, after all, I have taken drugs before, quite a bit. If I stop taking medication due to dependence, it is very likely that my mild will gradually become severe, and if I continue to take medication despite dependence, it is very likely that I will die due to overdosing one day. ”

Theorod's tone was as calm as if the central figure was not his own, and if it weren't for the fact that he still had the other person's case report in front of him, Miller would have almost thought he was talking about another person. His calm self-control and sober mind made the doctor realize that the patient was indeed what his old friend had said......

He could cure him, they couldn't save the child, but they could save him.

"I just wanted to know more about my patients. Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Miller's face, which he didn't know whether to be apologetic or relieved.

"I don't mind if you ask Herman about me, after all, you're old friends. Theorod shrugged, "But I do care a little about drug addiction. ”

"Don't worry, you can quit those things, and you can restrain yourself. ”

Theolod just smiled noncommittally and didn't answer. Only he knew that he was able to quit those things because his mind didn't have any dependence on them, and it was Theorod who depended on them. But this time is different, it is difficult for him to guarantee that while this body is addicted to drugs, his own psychology will not become addictive.

Theolod waved goodbye to Dr. Miller, took a file bag of pathological analysis, and hid it in his carry-on backpack before Rich returned home, thinking that he could finally return to China now.

Early the next morning, Theolod took his luggage, hugged Richie, who had to rush to the set to film, left him the last breakfast he made for him, and took a taxi to the airport.

Thinking of his and Richie's interesting first encounter here a month and a half ago, Theolod couldn't help but sigh that time had flown by, and in the blink of an eye he had finished making another movie and had returned home fifteen days early. Maggie must have been very happy to see her grandson fifteen days early......

Yes, except for Maggie, who was stunned for a long time when she saw Theorod and couldn't react for a long time, Maggie was indeed very happy to hug Theorod, and laughed at him, an ignorant stinky boy, why didn't he call and inform him when he went home early.

"Didn't I want to surprise you?" Theolod took Maggie's arm with a flattering and well-behaved smile on his face, and looked at her pitifully, "Alright, grandma, don't be angry, wouldn't it be nice to see your grandson in advance?" ”

"So what's so good when you're hungry? It's past lunchtime, I've already eaten, and there's no leftovers at home, so you might as well go out and eat by yourself." Maggie turned around as she feigned displeasure.

"But grandma ......"

"Hmph, who told you not to squeak in advance?"

"Can I squeak now?"

"Go away, do you really think you're a hamster as your fans say?"

In the end, Theorod had no choice but to settle his hungry and shriveled stomach at a restaurant outside. Although Maggie was really happy to see him, she still kicked him out of the door, and Theorod thought that her grandmother had started to play the old man's petty nature again, or she was really a little angry at him for running back without saying a word, which made Theorod in the corner of a small restaurant where he wore a cap have to deal with the pasta that tasted good, while thinking about how to make Maggie happy.

But before he could come up with a concrete solution, he was disrupted by the commotion in the kitchen next to him.

This small restaurant is small, and the kitchen is next to the dining area, perhaps to ensure that the food is fresh and safe, and when the guests in the dining area turn their heads, they can see the chef standing behind the serving table to prepare the zuò food. In addition, in order to save space, a row of chairs is placed in front of the production table, so that guests can eat while watching the chef in the kitchen cook, just like a rotating sushi restaurant.

Because of the good taste, this store is often full. Theolod came late and didn't have to wait in line, but there were still a lot of people in the store. Under normal circumstances, Theorod would not have heard something in the kitchen, but this time because the corner he was in was very close to the production table, and the noise in the kitchen was relatively loud, so he could hear it.

“…… Do you still want to fuck me anymore?!Who do you think you are, um? Sue you, it's not even as good as shit! You think you're amazing? You're just a dog who kneels and begs for a bite to eat! You'd better give me a little acquaintance, and you'll do whatever I say, or you'll fuck off!" The rough and commanding voice did not hide the contempt of the owner of the voice for the object of his reprimand, and it was obvious that he might be a restaurant manager.

Theolod glanced at the other tables closer to the production table, unoblivious to what was going on in the kitchen, as if they had long been accustomed to this kind of internal scandal.

The person who was reprimanded by ......the manager may have been silent, or he may have whispered a few retorts, but Theolod didn't hear him anyway.

"What's the matter? Pretending to be a good grandson? That's right, you have to be grateful, the scum of society. You're just a waste on parole, no one will hire you except me in this shop, only I have offered you a job to save you from continuing to commit crimes and take drugs, without this job, what use do you think you have? continue to be your drug dealer pulling your old mother and little sister as a prostitute!"

"Hmm, you still want to hit me, you'd better try, wait for you to punch me, and tomorrow you'll go back to your prison and be sodomized, sissy!"

This man's words were indeed excessive. Theorod frowned, no matter how good the food was at this restaurant, he decided that he would never visit this place again. The manager's insulting words made Theorod lose his ability to continue eating*, and he simply dropped his money and prepared to leave the place for another place.

However, as soon as he stood up, a familiar voice that was still very obvious in such a noisy environment stopped him from taking the next step-

"I resign, you continue to bark at these other parole people who are selling their dignity for a little food, I'm not interested in continuing to talk nonsense with a dog. ”

"Who the are you scolding?!Stop, take a step out of here, and don't even think about coming back! I'll sue your prosecutor for your extremely bad attitude, and you don't deserve early release at all! No one dares to hire you as a prisoner!"

The manager was still shouting, but the other party had already thrown down his hat and left the kitchen.

He kicked open the back door of the restaurant, then slammed the door with a wave of his hand, and the iron door was smashed with a "bang", completely blocking out the manager's dirty swearing behind the door.

Although he said so resolutely and chicly that he would go, his mood at the moment was not as free and easy as he seemed to be. Throwing the door shut, he leaned against the wall of the alley, silently lit a cigarette, looked at the blue and cloudless sky of Los Angeles, and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, smoking without a puff. Normal people know that if you see someone like him on the road, you should never provoke him at will, after all, he is a person who has been in prison, and in a bad mood, his whole temperament is prohibitive.

But at the moment when he was in the worst mood and most hesitating, someone took the initiative to come forward and provoke. Before he could take a few puffs of his cigarette, a pair of black canvas shoes suddenly appeared in his gaze as he lowered his gaze to the ground. Then, before he could open his mouth to tell this unknown boy to hurry up, the other party spoke-

"Brother, can you borrow a fire?"

The movement of his cigarette froze in place.

He knew this voice, of course he knew, how could he not recognize this gentle and slow baritone, this gentle voice that often carried a warm smile when talking to others.

After all, he's known him for thirteen years.

It took a great deal of effort for Nattel to recover from his strange stiffness, but he found that his left hand, which was holding the cigarette, was still a little shaky, so he took a long puff of the cigarette in disguise, lowered his arm, and exhaled a long string of white smoke.

“…… Big star, it's been a long time, how did you come to such a dirty place, this is not the place you should be. He heard such mean words coming out of his mouth, but obviously he just wanted to take a good look at this "younger brother" who was taken care of by himself, hugged him and smiled and said that he hadn't seen him for a long time.

Natel was still looking at the ground, and that attitude was like Theolod standing in front of him for a long time, just a dispensable being.

......Sure enough, Natel knew that his words had silenced the other party.

Theolod looked at Nattel, who was leaning against the wall with an expressionless face, and suddenly had a gentle and tolerant smile on his face. He turned around and leaned against the wall side by side with Nattell, only unlike Nattell, who was looking down at the ground and looking up at the sky.

"I was in the dining room just now, Nat. ”

“……”

A wry smile gradually appeared on Nattell's face - the last thing he wanted to face was happening.