The next day, Han Muzhi was not there. There was trouble in the clinic. An intern counsellor annoyed the client and not only stopped the treatment, but also complained and shouted at the front desk. Lu Zenghan, who came by appointment, met a positive one. The front desk was busy dealing with complaints, and I didn't pay attention to Lu Zenghan's entry into my consultation room as if he had entered no man's land.

I was a little surprised to see him: "Have you made an appointment?" ”

Lu Zenghan's state today is relatively stable and refreshed, and his casual clothes add a touch of softness to his pale face. It's not as cold as the first meeting, and it's not as rude as the second time. He hooked his lips and smiled: "Aren't you just idle?" By the way, I just passed by and saw that there was an accident in your clinic. ”

I didn't answer his words, but said, "I have to make an intervention plan and a diagnosis plan before every client arrives, and I can't start treatment when you come suddenly." ”

"Let's talk about the accident in your clinic first," Lu Zenghan squinted and looked at me with interest: "A woman came to consult her with an addiction to being a junior, but your counselor made a bad remark and angered people." Eh, you say, is being a junior also a disease? "I really didn't see it, the CEO of Yuanhang still has a bad taste for gossip in the market.

"It's the privacy of the visitor, I don't know." I stood up, dizzy, I looked at the clock, it was almost seven o'clock again, no wonder my stomach was a little hungry, I was prone to low blood sugar when I was hungry.

Lu Zenghan continued: "I always thought that being a junior was a problem of style and character, and it turned out to be a disease. Isn't your art therapy omnipotent? Can this be cured? ”

He kept coming and going, and I was so harsh to listen to. Too lazy to answer his words again, I took out the medicine bottle from the drawer and took a pill to relieve low blood sugar.

"The doctor is sick too." Lu Zenghan looked at me playfully.

I suppressed the breath that was about to gush out, and said calmly, "Mr. Lu, I am not a doctor. You can call me by my name, Xin Keqiao, or Mr. Xin. Calling a doctor is either an exaggeration or an insult. ”

A smile appeared in the corners of Lu Zenghan's eyes, and his face was self-explanatory. My desolate power couldn't help but swirl in my body, and suddenly I remembered Xiao Min, and couldn't help asking, "Do you know a girl named He Xiaomin?" ”

"Investigate me?" Lu Zenghan snorted coldly, the expression on his face was rare and solemn, and he replied after a while: "I know." ”

"So, are you familiar with her?" I couldn't help but ask.

Lu Zenghan sneered and said, "Let's not talk about her, I'm here today to discuss with you about my treatment plan." ”

"Okay, you say." I motioned for him to continue.

Lu Zenghan pinched his eyebrows: "Before coming to you, I saw a lot of psychiatrists, and the results were of course obvious. We couldn't communicate, and every time I sat in a small room and was questioned by a counselor, it always felt awkward. ”

"Why?" I asked. It is clear that Lu Zenghan is resisting psychological counseling.

Lu Zenghan shrugged: "It's like being interrogated, and it's like snooping." I don't want to say anything. ”

"So what to do?" I asked.

"Change the environment, such as eating, drinking tea, and going outside." Lu Zenghan looked at me.

"You can't." I categorically rejected him, "Counselors are not allowed to have private contact with clients. It's a work ethic and norm. ”

Lu Zenghan hooked his lips and chuckled: "Then you ask me about He Xiaomin, is it in line with professional ethics?" ”