Chen Yan gasped for breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, Ono saw that his lips were chapped, so he handed him a glass of water, and Chen Yan drank it with a grunt.

"He can't wake up yet, otherwise he will lose all his efforts, he really didn't sleep well last night, let him continue to sleep." Chen Yan told Ono to be here, "Tell me if there is any movement." ”

"Eh, teacher, someone has come to you." Ono said suddenly.

Chen Yan was a little surprised, he still went to wash his hands first, flushed his eyes, and then went to meet the guest.

The guest was sitting on a chair, and when he saw someone coming, he stood up respectfully, carried a leather bag in his hand, and bent down to salute him, "Mr. Chen."

Chen Yan took a closer look, and in front of him was a young man in a suit and leather shoes, about twenty-seven or eighteen, people wearing such clothes are rare in the city, and they should be students returning from overseas.

"You?" Chen Yan sat down by himself as he spoke.

The young man pulled out a letter from his purse, the cover of which was written in Japanese. The young man handed it to Chen Yan, and Chen Yan took it suspiciously, he had studied in Japan for eight years, and it was not difficult to read Japanese, but the name on this envelope evoked his memories -

Hisaharu Hirota, who was also a teacher and friend with Chen Yan in Japan back then.

"Students study under Mr. Hongtian, often hear Mr. Hongtian talk about Mr. Chen, students also have long admired Mr. Chen's name, Wen De Mr. has made great achievements in the industry, very admired, so I asked Mr. Hongtian to specially revise a book, hoping to worship Mr. Chen and make some modest contributions to the emerging psychology discipline."

Chen Yan saw the letter and heard him say this, and thought that he had to accept him, but for his delicate face and sharp eyes, Chen Yan always felt uneasy.

"Seeing the letter, it is like seeing Mr. Hongtian himself, and although the political situation is turbulent and the conflicts are continuous, resulting in very few practitioners, Chinese medicine is also in urgent need of development, you are so good, and you have the heart to revitalize medicine, I am also sincerely gratified, you can stay."

The young man just smiled.

Chen Yan asked about Mr. Hongtian again, asked about the place of residence and other trivial matters, and informed him of some of the situation here, and asked him not to be restrained, what information he wanted to see, what objects to move, and what questions to ask were casual, and agreed with him to find a time to talk for a long time.

Wang Ming listened one by one, and after Chen Yan left, he went straight to the database to check the literature to understand the general situation of the development of psychological medicine in contemporary China.

Chen Yan went to see Zhuang Sheng again, and saw that he still didn't have any movement, so he returned to the office to tidy up his desk, and accidentally found a half-read letter, which was sent by a foreign friend two days ago.

Chen Yan sighed that fortunately there was no impulse, if it was used on Zhuang Sheng, he would have become a sinner, he couldn't save his wife back then, how could he hurt him again now?!