"Mr. Ning, occupation." Ji Rushi blushed again when he saw his straightforward gaze, and her warm voice sounded and raised her voice.

Ning Zhiyuan retracted his gaze, didn't say a word, suddenly stood up, picked up the coat on the sofa, and walked towards the door of the office.

"Mr. Ning, where are you going?" Ji Rushi didn't know why, so she stood up quickly, and sat down in pain when she was involved in an ankle injury.

The man's back paused slightly, and the afterglow glanced at her, but still opened the door and left.

Ji Rushi looked at the closed door panel and wondered in her heart. Why is he so bad-tempered, she's just a little louder?

No wonder, the medical records are all blank.

By the time Ji Rushi finished slandering and chased out slowly, the man's figure had disappeared into the corridor of the hospital and disappeared.

Ji Rushi sighed, turned around and went back to the office.

This is the first time she has encountered such a difficult patient in her two years as a doctor.

Closing the door, Ji Rushi suddenly noticed that there was a smell in the room that did not belong to her, it was a woody fragrance. But unlike the usual woody notes, this one is crisp and transparent, and there is an ethereal feeling that people can't grasp.

The main thing is that she feels a little familiar!

But no matter what she thought, she couldn't think of where she had smelled it. When I tried to smell it more clearly, the smell was already blown away by a gust of wind.

In a blink of an eye, Ji Rushi put this matter behind and began to familiarize herself with the new work.

After reading a large number of medical records, she looked up, and the hour hand had pointed to half past ten in the evening, and the snow outside had stopped as night fell.

Turn off the lights, get up and leave the office.

When she went to the parking lot to pick up the car, Ji Rushi saw a large piece of the front of the car sunken in, and she thought of Mr. Ning with mixed feelings.

Getting in the car, she took off her high heels and called her mother.

Ji Rushi didn't want to call so quickly, but only her mother knew where the necklace went.

The phone rang for a long time, and was finally connected, her voice was as warm as ever, "Mom, I'm back to China, are you at home, I'll go see you." ”

It was a man's voice that answered her, "Your mother is not at home, she is dancing for us!" ”

The greasy voice whistled badly after speaking.

Ji Rushi was on the other end of the phone, and obviously heard the voices of a group of men over there, laughing very disgusting and rampant.

Faintly, I also heard my mother's laughter that seemed to be drunk.

Ji Rushi's face was pale, she pinched the steering wheel hard, and while driving the car out of the parking lot, she asked, "Where is my mother?" ”

The man on the other end of the phone quickly reported the address, it was the famous bar "Fireworks Willow Lane" in Rongcheng, and the people who came in and out were either rich or expensive.

hung up the phone, and Ji Rushi hurried over.

In the bar, the crowd is surging, and all kinds of young people are dancing in the dim light, and the atmosphere is very hot.

At the corner of the second floor, a manager-like person was reporting to the two men in suits and leather shoes in front of him.

One of the men had a cigarette in his hand, looking downstairs casually, and he didn't know if he had listened to the manager, and at a certain moment, he directly interrupted the manager, "What's going on downstairs?" ”

The manager stepped forward and looked downstairs to see several men bullying a woman. The woman looks a little older, and her figure is slightly out of shape, but with the blessing of makeup, she still has a bit of posture.

"Mr. Ning means that woman? The woman is a wine escort who is often brought by various men, and it is normal to be bullied. ”

Ning Zhiyuan frowned, his face undisguised with disgust.

Song Chengkai, who was next to him, turned his head and ordered the manager, "Put an end to this kind of thing in the future." ”

"Yes, Mr. Song."

"Go down." Song Chengkai waved his hand.

After the manager left, Ning Zhiyuan's brows stretched slightly, looking downstairs, lazily swallowing clouds and spitting mist, when he saw a familiar figure coming in at the door of the bar, his frozen eyes were instantly ignited.

He hooked his lips and couldn't help but chuckle, afraid of being touched and coming to a place like a bar?

Is it really scared, or is it pretending?

Song Chengkai saw his friend laughing alone, and couldn't help but step forward and ask, "What's the matter, so funny?" ”

Ning Zhiyuan didn't answer, his eyes always followed the graceful figure, and he saw the woman frowning tightly, struggling to avoid everyone's touch in the crowd.

It seems that I am really afraid.

After a while, Ning Zhiyuan dusted off his cigarette ashes, and finally spoke, but asked, "I'm afraid of being touched, what is the disease?" ”

"You're talking about contact phobia, right? I have seen it on the news, and it is generally psychologically traumatic. Song Chengkai replied, followed his gaze downstairs, and saw a woman in a suit.

Suddenly, I heard the person next to me ask, "Psychiatrists can also get this disease?" ”

"Most of the time, psychologists can't help themselves." Song Chengkai smiled after speaking, "Do you know that woman?" ”

"My psychiatrist." Ning Zhiyuan extinguished the cigarette as he spoke, turned around and walked downstairs.