Mom will blame herself and suffer more because of her pain, and Mom can't be the one who shares her pain, and the people who care about her and love her cannot.

Her pain and grief can only be faced by herself.

Chen Yue withdrew her gaze and tears, walked into the consultation room as if she was dead, and closed the door.

There is only one young male doctor in the consultation room, it should be Zhang Qianyi, the doctor on the appointment list, he has a kind and gentle face, and he looks no more than 20 years old.

Later, Chen Yue learned that this doctor had just graduated with a master's degree and was now studying for a doctorate while working, about twenty-six or seventeen.

As for why Chen Yue remembered this incident so clearly, it was because Zhang Qianyi later asked her if she could use it as material for his doctoral dissertation.

Chen Yue didn't understand much at the time, but under Zhang Qianyi's explanation, she agreed.

Later, as she grew up and understood more and more, she was a little scared when she thought about it, but she kept comforting herself that it was just a paper, and not too many people should know about it.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qianyi actually carried her behind her back and wrote her incident into his book, which spread widely.

In a book on the bookshelf of a beloved, witnessing her own tragic experience again, the devil knows how painful she was.

Of course, that's all for later. Later, I remembered that Chen Yue was actually a little glad that Zhang Qianyi used a pseudonym, and slightly handled some details, and she was not so unbearable in the book.

Zhang Qianyi, who was twenty-six or seventeen, could see at a glance that twelve-year-old Chen Yue was resistant and even afraid of him in his eyes.

"You're afraid of me?" He asked with a light smile.

"Don't be afraid." Chen Yue did not hesitate to deny it.

At this time, she didn't know how terrible psychology was, but instinctively hid information that was unfavorable to herself.

Zhang Qianyi stared at Chen Yue for a long time, until she walked over from the door mechanically and sat down on the soft chair opposite.

"Don't lie to your psychiatrist, I'm probably the only person you can talk to."

Twelve-year-old Chen Yue was a child in his eyes, so he communicated with her in a half-joking tone, trying to ease her tension.

Zhang Qianyi could clearly feel that Chen Yue was ready to fight him to the death, that is, he would not let go of his mouth if he was killed. This kid should have been forced to come for treatment, and it doesn't seem to be going to cooperate with him, it's a bit tricky.

After twenty minutes of unrelated conversation, Chen Yue's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and at this time, the real psychological counseling and mind exploration began.

In an hour-long head-to-head confrontation, Zhang Qianyi, a top student in psychology, unsurprisingly won the final victory.

"Little friend, you have to remember that I have no emotional connection with you, and what happens to you will not affect me."

"I don't feel sorry for you or blame you for your experience, like your family and friends. At the same time, I have a normal outlook, and I will not do anything to hurt you like those who are violent to you. I won't tell anyone about you without your permission. ”

"I can sense that you're hoping to get better, and you don't even know you're sick, right?"

When Zhang Qianyi said this, her eyes had already keenly captured the movement of her two hands tightly grasping her cuffs.

"You have injuries on your hands, you have self-harm?" Although Zhang Qianyi is a question sentence, it is 80% certain.

Chen Yue's complexion changed suddenly, and she shook her head.

Seeing this, Zhang Qianyi said: "If you still grit your teeth and don't speak, you can only call a guardian." ”

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