Sima Deng walked in, and the dim and yellowish light made it difficult for him to see the placement of things in the room and the layout of the space. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info stayed next to the door for more than ten seconds before he got used to the light in the room, and then he could see the appearance of the room.

It's like the kind of house that buys a house on an ordinary street, but there are no small advertisements on the wall, there is nothing on the wall, it is empty. But there were many small wooden signs hanging on the left wall, and the wooden signs seemed to be engraved with words, and Sima Deng glanced at them, and there seemed to be as many as twenty or thirty. And in front of him, at the end of the room, in fact, there was a small rectangular wooden table at a distance of three or four secrets, and on the wooden table there were a few open books in a mess, and a pair of feet wearing flip-flops.

Simple, simple layout, but it doesn't look like a psychiatric clinic by any means, and the person lying in a chair with no face in sight doesn't behave like a psychiatrist.

If there is a small advertisement on this wall, then you must think that this is a small real estate agent on the street.

"Ahem"

The man who was lying in the chair reading immediately stood up when he heard the cough, smiled, put down the book in his hand, and pulled the book on the table to the sides.

"Please come in, please come in, I didn't pay attention, I didn't notice that the guests are coming, please take a seat", the owner of the room pointed to the chair in front of the table.

Sima Deng was a little shocked in his heart, but he still couldn't believe that this was a psychological clinic, and he couldn't believe that the person in front of him was a psychiatrist.

Because, this person doesn't look like he's 30 years old.

Sima Deng was about to walk to the chair when he saw the young man in front of him pointing behind him. Sima Deng's gang turned around and realized that he was referring to the door, and he meant to let him close the door.

"I don't know what to call Mr.?" Wen Xiao brought a glass of white water to the middle-aged man in front of him, sat down and gently blew the hot tea in his hand.

The guests drink plain water and the host drinks tea. It was the first time Sima Deng had seen such a reception.

"My name is Sima Deng, and Dr. Zhang recommended this place to me, saying that it is a psychological clinic." If it weren't for the sign hanging at the door, who would believe that this is a clinic, no, who would believe that there is a psychological clinic here.

When Wen Xiao heard that it was recommended by Dr. Zhang, he immediately showed his big white teeth and a bright smile, "Oh, it's Lao Zhang, he hasn't patronized my clinic for a long time."

Wen Xiao noticed the guest entering the door just now, and when he saw the guest's dress, he knew that it was a big ingot, and the watch this guy was wearing was enough to eat for himself for a year.

"Big ingots, oh oh" Wen Xiao noticed his slip of the tongue and immediately corrected it, smiling kindly. "Mr. Sima, thank you for coming, I don't know what I can do to help you"

Big ingots? Oh, this guy actually called himself a big ingot, it seems that this guy is probably a guy with good money. Sima Deng's idea that this person was a liar was a little deeper, if it weren't for Dr. Zhang being a person he trusted, he wouldn't have entered the house at all.

"I have a bad headache recently, it used to be once a few days, but now it has become once a day, I went to the hospital, and the hospital couldn't find out, Dr. Zhang said that it might be a psychological problem, so he asked me to take a look."

"Is it too stressful to work?" Wen asked tentatively, still with a smiling face.

"I don't think so, this is my business card, in fact, I'm already waiting for retirement, so what's the work pressure" cliché, sure enough, I will only talk about work pressure, it seems that I have to talk to Dr. Zhang, well, maybe Dr. Zhang was also deceived.

Director of Health Sang International, Simaden. Looking at the words on the business card, Wen Xiao's heart immediately sped up, like a 100-meter sprint with a strong agent, wow, big gold, big gold.

Sima Deng looked at the ecstatic expression of the person in front of him after seeing his business card, and sighed lightly. Alas, it's really a bad day, and even in this kind of place, there are people who discount the banner of psychiatrists.

Wen Xiao's ears were sharp, and naturally he heard this sigh, he put away his smile, and looked at this Sima Deng in front of him, he read the information of the "liar" from her eyes. It seems that he has been regarded as a liar again.

"Mr. Sima, I won't tell you. I love money, and I know you already think I'm a liar, and I don't want to explain more. If you believe in Dr. Zhang and choose to trust me, I will definitely cure your problem."

"No, no, don't get me wrong, but I don't know what the problem is, so you're sure?"

"Hehe, maybe there are ones I can't cure, but how do I know the result if I haven't tried it?"

"Are you really a psychiatrist?"

"Yes"

"Maybe you're a liar!~

"It's not"

"How do you convince me? Scammers say they're not liars."

"You can choose to believe me, or you can choose not to believe me, after all, you are the one who gets sick."

"You, then tell me how you plan to treat my illness"

"All I can say is up to me, but I can tell you that unlike other psychiatrists, I don't let patients lie in bed and hypnotize and talk to each other."

"But isn't that a psychiatrist's treatment?"

"It's someone else's, not mine."

"You're so young, it's hard to believe you're a psychiatrist."

"Does career have a lot to do with age? The owner of the bun shop next door is 50 years old, but he is not the director of an international company. ”

"Can this be the same?"

"Why can't it be the same? As long as he can cure the disease, what does it matter how old he is? ”

"Do you have a license?"

"Nope."

"You're honest, you don't even have a license, and I can't believe you."

"Does having a license prove that you are a doctor? Then why did some restaurants with health permits take their lives, and units with construction qualification certificates have manufactured tofu slag projects? ”

“・・・・・・”

Sima Deng was a little speechless, not knowing how to continue this conversation, the other party's words sounded very reasonable, but they were simply liars.

He saw Wen Xiao looking at him with a smile on his face, and seemed to enjoy this conversation. To believe or not to believe, it is not so quick to decide, but I already think that he is a liar in my heart, why are I willing to stay here and continue to have such a conversation with him?

"He's obviously a liar, but why is he willing to stay here and listen to his nonsense?" Wen Xiao made a thoughtful gesture of tangled clothes, teasing Sima Deng's nerves with his eyes.

"You, how do you know what's going on in my mind!?" Sima Deng was shocked by Wen Xiao's words, what this young man said was exactly what he had just thought in his heart. It's as if you're taking a shower and being watched by someone.

Wen Xiao couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw Sima Deng's shocked look.

"Because I'm a psychiatrist, hahaha"

Sima Deng was taken aback by Wen Xiao's reaction.

He really doesn't seem to be the same.

"Still, you should show me what is special about you, so that I can believe in you."

Wen Xiao knew that the director of the international company in front of him was shaken, and began to have a trace of belief in himself in his heart. Wen Xiao didn't answer him immediately, but moved his body back, and then leaned back on the back of the chair with his head in his hands.

There was silence for more than ten seconds.

"Mr. Sima, I don't know what kind of behavior to use at this time to make you believe me, after all, I have created too many feelings for you that make you feel unreliable."

"That's right, so you ・・・・・・・"

"Mr. Sima, why don't you take a look at the small wooden sign on my wall first, and then make a decision after reading it, if you choose to believe me, I will come to your company tomorrow to find you, don't ask why, because this is my treatment method, I am different from other doctors."

Sima Deng was surprised to hear him say this, and listened to his tone, as if he would choose to believe him after looking at the small wooden sign on the wall. Sima Deng's curiosity was piqued, he stood up, straightened his clothes, and then took a few steps back to the front of the small wooden sign.

Different small wooden signs, without a trace of industrial flavor, only a pure wood feeling. Each small wooden sign is the same size, neatly hung on the wall, rows of nails, each nail is a small wooden card.

There are 5 neat rows of 10 in each row, and each one has a different word engraved on it.

Zhang Dasheng, He Jun, Cao Wei, Li Qingsheng, all of them turned out to be names, but Sima Deng didn't know any of them. When Sima Deng looked at the fourth row, he began to have a trace of palpitations in his heart, and then he was shocked, and at the end, Sima Deng was already staring at these small wooden cards with wide eyes in shock. He took a few steps forward, his face almost touching the wall, these people, these names, right?

Sima Deng was surrounded by huge doubts, as if he had fallen into a huge fog and could not get out.

Time passed by second, and Sima Deng still couldn't find a direction in the fog.

"Mr. Sima, Mr. Sima, Mr. Sima!"

After Wen Xiao called a few times, Sima Deng came back to his senses, rubbed his temples, and then sat back in his chair with a determined expression.

Wen Xiao showed the smile that opened his eyes when he saw the money, and there was a smile in his eyes that couldn't be hidden, he stood up and propped his hands on the table, and bowed forward slightly.

"Mr. Sima. Have you made a decision? Did you choose to believe me? ”

"Hmm. I believe you. ”

"Great, great, hahaha" Wen Xiao couldn't contain his joy anymore, and the room was filled with his laughter.

"If you can cure me, how much do you want?"

Wen Xiao suddenly stopped his joy, returned to his serious expression, and tapped his fingers on the table to think about his Ali, once, twice, three times・・・・・・・

After Sima Deng left the clinic, he walked out of the alley and hailed a taxi home. In the car, Sima Deng's nerves and consciousness remained in the clinic, on the little wooden signs.

Ordinary small wooden signs, many of which he didn't know or heard of by name, but from the fourth row, he was shocked. Dongfang Hui, Zhao Yu, Chen Mingwei, Xin Delong, Qiu Tianluo, etc., these names are all known by themselves, and some of them are still known by themselves. But have Dongfang Hui, Xin Delong, and Zhao Yu really come to this small clinic? Dongfang Hui is a national ministerial-level cadre, not only has extensive strength in the government, but also has contacts in the shopping mall that should not be underestimated, Zhao Yu is the head of Hong Kong's Yushun shipbuilding industry, one of the best in Hong Kong's economic strength, and has a good development in the mainland in recent years, while Xin Delong is the head of the city, the leader of the city. There are other names, and Sima Deng also knows a little about them, they are all good guys in business, rich and status.

But how could they come to such a small clinic? At first, Sima Deng also thought that Wen Xiao had indiscriminately engraved the names of these people, but he questioned his thoughts in a few seconds.

From the fourth row onwards, there is a pattern in the lower right corner of the small wooden plaque, although the pattern is different, but it can be an excellent proof of authenticity, because those patterns are the patterns of the members of an organization, and Sima Deng happens to be a member of this organization.

It turned out that in order to ensure that their companies could be smooth sailing and cope with market competition, they organized a small organization with the leaders of several other large companies, in order to prevent others from competing with them, forming an invisible market monopoly. Later, it was proposed that each person should have a pattern, and when he died or quit working, he would give his place in the organization to his business heir. And the pattern becomes a symbol of identity. It's just that it was originally a serious business organization, but later it changed its flavor and gradually had the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes (not to mention it later), and this pattern cannot be known to outsiders except for a few of their members. So Sima Deng was very confused in his heart, could it be that the other members of the organization had really seen this Wen Xiao for medical treatment, and they were willing to offend the discipline of the organization and leave the pattern outside?

The cars and shops outside the car flew backwards, and the neon signs, street lights, and unnamed ones on the street weaved a beautiful dynamic picture, no matter which kind of light was better than the lights of the small clinic. Through the car window, you can still hear the shouting, shouting, and quarreling in the street. The speed is slow, there are endless cars outside, you block me, I block him, and the loud horn tells the tension of the city. This is the downtown area, and it is a bustling urban area.

The Fallen Clinic, the strange name, the secluded and weird clinic, Sima Deng thought.