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Sima Deng felt that his head had become more and more painful recently, from once in the first few days to once a day now. Every time the headache came without warning, it came as soon as it was said, and every time Sima and the others felt that their heads were squeezed inward by huge iron gates on both sides, and the next second they were going to splash like a watermelon brain that had been crushed. And sometimes it's like being pulled to both sides by two chains embedded in the brain, and the next moment it's going to be split in half, like clothes that have been torn apart, but blood is still splashing.

But he went to the hospital for examinations many times, and each time Dr. Zhang at the hospital told him that the results of the examination showed that everything was normal and there was no problem.

However, I am tormented by this headache every day, why can't I check it out as soon as I go to the hospital?

After going there many times, the doctor told him that it might be that he was under too much pressure at work every day, that there was a psychological problem, and that every headache might be caused by his psychology. Dr. Zhang recommended a psychiatrist to him and gave him a business card.

Sima Deng didn't believe that he had any psychological problems, and what Dr. Zhang said about too much work pressure sounded completely perfunctory to him. He is the director of Kangsheng International Company, although he is the director, but the position is very idle, he usually hands things over to Xiao Liu below, he has already arranged the work in place, in the eyes of others It seems to be a busy position, in fact, he has long been waiting for retirement, and he is enjoying his old age.

Work pressure, hehe, Sima Deng smiled bitterly in his heart.

However, the headache is still like a long-time friend, and he has to visit every day, and every time he comes, Sima Deng can't survive and die.

The pain for no reason made Sima Deng start to be afraid.

Abortion clinic.

It's a clinic, it's small, a third smaller than the façade of the restaurants in the low-level civilian areas, and there is no flat space in this clinic except for a door and less than three feet of space, and on either side, there are other people's shops. One on both sides sells rice noodle buns, and the other is for daily snacks.

It's a street, but it's actually a small alley, but there is a big willow tree in front of the clinic. It even covered up the signboard of this clinic. Sima Deng looked at the place in front of him and couldn't believe that this was the clinic that Dr. Zhang had recommended to him.

What is this place? Slum? Yes, it's a ghetto! The director of his own dignified international company actually recommended such a place to me. Did he Dr. Zhang take the wrong medicine and look for death?

There was an occasional person walking through the alley, all dressed as ordinary people, wearing a dress Sima Deng knew at a glance that it was a stall, and it was a few hands.

Sima Deng hesitated for a long time, whether to go in or not, if it was before, he would never come to this kind of place, even if he accidentally came by mistake, he would escape from this dirty place like a frightened rabbit.

However, Dr. Zhang is an acquaintance he has known for many years, so he shouldn't lie to himself, is there a reclusive master here? But I've never heard of a psychiatrist in the world.

Every time one or two passers-by walked by, Sima Deng felt a kind of shyness in his psychology, because every passer-by had to look sideways at him for a long time.

Eh, how did this rich man in a suit come here today? Every few minutes, there was a gaze like this, and Sima Deng was uncomfortable.

Finally, Sima Deng stepped up the steps and walked towards the door. When he was about to step in, he looked back at the alley, and always felt that the big willow tree was out of place in this alley, and it was strange.

Dr. Zhang probably wouldn't lie to himself.

When the wind blows, there is only one street lamp in the alley that glows dimly like the 90s, and a few moths of unknown species are hovering and flying under the lamp. The willow branches of the big willow tree swayed in the wind, squirming, occasionally revealing a little gap in the complicated willow branches, revealing the word "fall". The steamer at the entrance of the steamed bun shop next to the clinic was still bubbling with layers of hot mist, and there were steam droplets dripping from the steamer, and the owner of the steamed bun shop didn't know where to go.