Qian Wancang smiled awkwardly: "When I help you cure your mental illness, I will add you as a friend and play with you all day." ”

"Okay, then you have to come on~"

The little girl said, with a hint of regret on her face,

But then, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and an evil smile flashed......

Qian Wancang saw this smile and suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He hurriedly looked at the little girl's eyes, and from those innocent eyes, he saw the true monologue in the little girl's heart: "Don't bother, you will never cure me of my mental illness, because I am not sick at all!" ”

"What do you mean? What does it mean to not be sick at all? ”

Qian Wancang was a little puzzled, and he didn't know what the little girl was selling.

He remembered that his father said that those who have a serious mental illness will think that they are not sick!

Perhaps, this little girl was too sick to think that she was not sick in her heart.

Thinking of this, Qian Wancang's eyes sank, as if he was facing a great enemy!

"Xiao Qian, can you start treatment today?"

The thin eldest sister looked at Qian Wancang eagerly.

"No problem, let's start now."

Qian Wancang said as he recalled what his father looked like when he was working.

He wanted to imitate his father and try to look professional.

"Come, kids, let's go to the treatment room inside."

Qian Wancang walked to a door, pushed open the white wooden door, and motioned for the little girl to follow him in.

This closed room is a place dedicated to the psychotherapy of the patient, which is more private and quiet, which helps the patient to relax and hypnosis the patient.

"My name is Mengmeng, don't call me a child in the future, I'm 12 years old!"

The little girl said a word to Qian Wancang, and walked straight into the room.

"Okay, good, my brother will call you Meng Meng in the future, Meng Meng is the most obedient."

Qian Wancang smiled.

"You can't speak in a tone like coaxing a child, I want you to treat me like a ...... Friend! ”

Meng Meng glanced up at Qian Wancang, her face full of seriousness.

"Hehe, it's really a big ghost."

Qian Wancang said, and was about to close the door, but happened to catch a glimpse of Mengmeng's mother.

From Mengmeng's mother's eyes, he saw that she was worried about Mengmeng, worried that the scene in the fat doctor's clinic would be staged again.

Qian Wancang was also suddenly a little worried, he didn't want to become the second fat doctor.

This little girl is quirky, I really don't know what moth will come out of the next second!

"Auntie, come in too."

Qian Wancang waved his hand at the thin eldest sister.

As long as the thin eldest sister is present, the little girl will not frame him like she framed the fat doctor.

"Good...... Good. ”

The thin elder sister agreed, and also entered the treatment room.

"Wait a minute, I'll pour a glass of water."

Qian Wancang said, came to the water dispenser, found two disposable cups, took two cups of water, and handed them to Mengmeng and her mother respectively.

Then, Qian Wancang took another cup for himself.

While receiving water, Qian Wancang kept recalling his father's appearance at work and the process of his father's treatment of mental illness.

"Is the sofa comfortable?"

Qian Wancang put the water cup on the white simple coffee table and asked with a smile.

He remembers that every time a patient came to the doctor, his father would ask him this question.

He didn't know why his father asked such a question, but since his father had to ask every time, it should be a more important process.

Since it is a more important process, of course he has to go through it again.

"It's okay, it's soft and comfortable."

The thin eldest sister replied politely.

"What do you think?"

Qian Wancang looked at the little girl Mengmeng.

"It's comfortable."

As she spoke, Mengmeng stepped back, leaning on the back of the sofa with a look of enjoyment.

"Uh...... Auntie, I remember you said yesterday that Mengmeng's recent behavior is a bit weird, can you tell me more about it? ”

Qian Wancang took out a pen, took off the cap, and docked the tip of the pen on a page, ready to record something.

After hearing this, the thin eldest sister turned her head to look at her daughter, and then stretched out her hand to her daughter's neat bangs.

But when her hand was about to touch Meng Meng's hair, Meng Meng suddenly ducked to the side.

"It hurts!"

Meng Meng glanced at her mother resentfully.

"Mom doesn't touch it...... Why don't you come by yourself and let Brother Xiaoqian look at your forehead. ”

The thin eldest sister comforted softly.

Meng Meng blinked, and lifted her bangs herself, revealing half of her forehead.

Qian Wancang looked fixedly, only to see a dark red blood mark on Meng Meng's white forehead.

Not only was he a little puzzled, but he immediately asked, "How did you get this?" ”

"Alas...... Meng Meng knocked it herself. ”

The skinny elder explained.

"Did you accidentally knock it?"

Qian Wancang asked.

"She did it on purpose...... It's not interesting to say that it's boring to live, how can she say such things when she's so young? How can you hurt yourself?! ”

As the thin elder sister spoke, her eyes instantly became moist.

"It's just boring to live! Do you think it's interesting, Brother Qian? ”

Meng Meng looked at Qian Wancang calmly.

"Hiss~"

Being asked such a question by a little girl, Qian Wancang suddenly felt a chill in his back.

"Ahem," he coughed twice, calmed down, and replied with a smile, "It's very interesting to be alive, you can do a lot of interesting things, and you can meet a lot of beautiful things." ”

"I don't think it's interesting anyway!"

Meng Meng said, glancing at her mother.

It was this glance that made Qian Wancang see some clues.

He found that there seemed to be some happiness in Mengmeng's eyes, that is, the kind of happiness after the plan succeeded......

Why is she so happy?

What did she succeed with?

Qian Wancang frowned, and a series of questions arose in his heart.

A little girl with masochistic tendencies,

A little girl with misanthropic tendencies,

You shouldn't have that kind of look!

Qian Wancang has seen many world-weary patients,

Their eyes are dim, still as stagnant water, and contain sadness and confusion.

But this little girl's eyes flickered, fluttering, innocent, naughty, and happy.

Such a little girl said "It's boring to live", no matter how you look at it, it looks like a little star with extremely clumsy acting skills is embarrassing......

Could it be that this little girl is faking illness?

But why is she pretending to be sick?

What's the matter with the blood mark on her forehead?

It won't be to make the acting more realistic, and make the makeup yourself, right?

But that blood mark doesn't look like a fake!

If you want to pretend to be sick and make such a blood mark by yourself, it will be a bit costly......

"Little money, you say...... How can such a young child get such a mental illness? Have you seen this before? ”

The thin sister's eyes were full of worry.

Qian Wancang came back to his senses, picked up the cup, and took a sip of water: "Auntie, don't worry, as long as this disease is detected and treated in time, it will be easy to recover." ”

Qian Wancang doesn't remember how many times his father said this sentence.

When he said it at this time, not a word was bad, and it was quite smooth......

He knew that this comforting word was said by almost every doctor.

It's not a lie,

Because most of the diseases in the world, as long as they are detected early enough and treated in a timely manner, they can basically recover.

Even if it's AIDS,

Within 72 hours of HIV infection, if you take blocking drugs in time, you can also avoid AIDS.

Of course, if we clean ourselves, live a regular life, and always maintain a happy mood, then most of the diseases in the world will not appear in us, and there is no such thing as early detection and early treatment.

"That's good, that's good."

The thin eldest sister nodded with satisfaction.

"Mengmeng, when did you start to find life boring?"

Qian Wancang looked at Meng Meng's eyes and asked slowly.

"I don't know, it's been about half a year."

Meng Meng said absentmindedly.

"Why do you think life is boring?"

Qian Wancang continued to ask.

"It's boring, it's boring."

Meng Meng said, glancing at her mother again.

Qian Wancang asked two questions in a row, and although the answers he got were of little value, he relied on these two questions to arouse Mengmeng's inner activities.

As long as the other party's heart is active, Qian Wancang can peek through the other party's eyes.

He found that when answering these two questions, the memory picture that appeared in Mengmeng's heart turned out to be a big quarrel between his parents.

In this family quarrel, Mengmeng's father also flipped the table......