In the blink of an eye, it has been six days since the fat man came to Zhonghai City.

In the careful discussion, planning and treatment between him and Academician Song Zhaosheng, Xu Fang's illness never flare-up again, and the evil aura in his body and mind was completely removed, and the generation of evil aura was also curbed.

Theoretically, Xu Fang's mental illness has been cured.

But the original result of the radical cure discussed and expected by Song Zhaosheng and Wen Shuo has become a possibility when it has been cured, rather than an absolute cure.

Because no one is sure that Xu Fang, who has been mentally stimulated and thus has had the experience of illness, will be stimulated again in the future, maybe it only takes a period of loneliness and loneliness, nostalgia for her mother, and recollection of that incident may cause her mental problems again.

The most difficult thing in the world is the human heart.

The most difficult thing to cure is also the human heart!

Wen Shuo has a plan in his heart that can eradicate the root of Xu Fang's disease more likely, but this plan cannot be talked to others. Moreover, even if Xu Fang didn't suffer from mental illness, he would do a big deal.

Around noon.

The fat man got up from the computer desk, stretched his waist and threw himself on the bed, looking at the ceiling with an aggrieved expression: "Born with hard work, why can't you be comfortable for a while?"

In the past few days in Zhonghai, he really doesn't have much leisure time.

Although Xu Fang's condition has not had any accidents since the first treatment, so relatively speaking, there is no need to deliberately bother pondering, but he and Song Zhaosheng agreed that everyone should record the detailed process and experience of the treatment, and then exchange them to see and figure it out.

Wen Shuo and Wondering Er also admired Song Zhaosheng very much, the old man was in his eighties, where did he get so much energy?

He is so busy, where does he have so much time to read and write notes?

The fat man is a master who refuses to suffer, and he writes notes to Song Zhaosheng every day, so Song Zhaosheng's notes, of course, must also be studied and read...... So the fat man inevitably felt sad, he was young, and he was almost focused on learning and reading in this area, but he was not as good as an old man in his eighties!

You must know that Song Zhaosheng is an academician and has been working on a pharmaceutical development project recently.

I can't live this day!

The fat man was indignant.

Think about Ma Youcheng again......

Look at the small days of people, just for the sake of curiosity to see the excitement, purely with the mentality of playing to run to Zhonghai City, in their spare time to visit everywhere, go to the antique market to pick up a leak, go to a friend's house to drink tea, help taste antiques, casually make money, and then go to the hospital at night to see the altar practice acupuncture treatment!

Compare goods and throw them, people than people, damn it!

The fat man became more and more sad: "If it weren't for the fact that Lao Tzu's life is worth more than yours, I would be reluctant to die, so I would just die!"

Around twelve o'clock.

The fat man came to the door of the hospital as he did every day.

The light rain stopped at the beginning, and there was a gentle breeze, so the temperature was rarely cool.

Academician Song did not stay in the car to escape the heat as before, but beckoned the driver to stop, and he got out of the car and called Wen Shuo, and walked to the hospital together, while saying: "Rest today, let's eat together at noon." ”

"Also, it's been so many days in Zhonghai, and you haven't fulfilled the friendship of the landlord. Wen Shuo pouted and said dissatisfied.

Song Zhaosheng was stunned, and immediately laughed heartily.

Wen Shuo's stomach was angry, where does this look like an old man in his eighties......

"People don't take their muscles and bones as their ability, they have to admit that they are old, they are old, they often sit lazy, they are busy in the morning, and they have to find time to write some treatment experiences for you, and they are sore and uncomfortable. Song Zhaosheng looked kind, and said as he walked: "Don't go to dinner first, accompany me to the back for a walk, and loosen my muscles." Speaking of which, the environment of Zhonghai Mental Health Center Hospital is good. ”

"Which pot is not opened, which pot is mentioned!" Wen Shuo grumbled more and more angrily.

"What?" Song Zhaosheng said in surprise.

"It's nothing......" Wen Shuo replied angrily.

Song Zhaosheng couldn't cry or laugh, and secretly thought about it, he hadn't provoked this fat man in the past few days, and the two worked together quite well, and he also liked Wen Shuo very much, so he really used his heart when writing notes.

As he spoke, an old man and a young man had already come to the back of the inpatient department, an area with a quiet and elegant environment like a small garden.

"Fatty, you don't seem to be happy. Song Zhaosheng smiled.

"Well, nothing. The fat man waved his hand, lit a cigarette, and secretly blamed himself for his incompetence, what is wrong with Song Lao?

Song Zhaosheng said with a smile: "It's quite important, let's talk about it...... Isn't it that I've been doing nothing in Zhonghai City for the past few days, and I'm a little tired of staying there?"

"Nothing?" Wen Shuo glared and said, "I'm busy with hotels and hospitals every day, why do I have nothing to do?"

"Heh, it seems that you are really angry with me?" Song Zhaosheng couldn't cry or laugh: "Then I'm really a little confused." ”

"It's not about being angry, it's just ......" Wen Shuo hesitated for a moment, squinted at Song Zhaosheng, and said, "I have something to say, but I'm actually jealous of you." You're in your eighties, you're full of energy every day, you have to write notes, you have to do research, and you come back to treat Xu Fang in the evening, and you can still find time to study the notes I wrote, okay! Don't you have to sleep?"

Song Zhaosheng was stunned for a moment, and then asked with some astonishment: "You have to read the notes I wrote every day?"

"Of course you have to finish reading it, can you save it for the next day?" Wen Shuo looked surprised.

"Learned?" Song Zhaosheng asked seriously.

"I probably understand, but I don't dare to say that I have learned. Wen Shuo sighed and said: "Interlacing is like a mountain, although the foundation of Chinese medicine is metaphysics, and I am so-so and proficient in the basic knowledge of metaphysics, but if I want to learn the Chinese medicine techniques in those notes you wrote, such as acupuncture, moxibustion, and the corresponding twelve canons, the eight meridians and eight veins, the five internal organs and seven spirits, etc., what drugs are needed, what diseases are targeted, etc., how profound and complex, how can I learn it in a while?"

Song Zhaosheng frowned and said, "Then you, have you written it down?"

"Of course you have to write it down, otherwise I won't suffer a big loss?" said the fat man.

Song Zhaosheng's expression became more and more surprised, and said, "Then if I ask you a few questions now, can you answer them?"

The fat man sighed, raising his face with pride and confidence: "Underestimate me?"

Song Zhaosheng smiled and casually mentioned a few of his experiences written in his notes, as well as the key matters during treatment, and the fat man, sure enough, answered fluently, not only was he able to recite it word for word according to his notes, but also mentioned some of his own opinions by the way, and asked a few points that he had doubts about and didn't understand well.

"Fatty, ...... you" Song Zhaosheng looked shocked in disbelief.

"How's it going?" the fat man's vanity burst into obscurity, and he said proudly, "My memory is okay, right?"

"Fatty, you just said that you are tired these days, just because of this?"

"yes, otherwise I wouldn't be so tired, I'm not stupid. The fat man pouted and showed a look of grievance and distress.

Song Zhaosheng couldn't cry or laugh: "You did this just to not suffer?"

"Originally. The fat man looked vigilant: "Old man, although I am a little tired, but let's say okay, you don't have to take care of me with compassion, let alone use this reason not to exchange notes with me." ”

"Fatty, do you know that there is a saying that lives the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain?" Song Zhaosheng asked with a smile.

"It depends on who is right, although you are definitely a decent gentleman, but ......" The fat man first slapped his ass, and then said: "I know that you are always good at hypnosis, so I have to be more careful when talking to you." ”

Song Zhaosheng sighed and said, "You know, hypnotism in mental health is useless to you. ”

"Maybe I'm honest and honest, and I'm the easiest to be deceived. ”

"Phew!"

Wen Shuo glared: "Mr. Academician, please pay attention to your image. ”

"My image?" Song Zhaosheng laughed heartyly, he found that he liked to chat with this cunning little fat man more and more, after laughing, Song Lao said with a narrow expression: "Fat man, I will teach you another trick, you can rest assured, it will definitely be given to you for free." ”

"Listen up!" the fat man immediately smiled.

"Aren't you curious about me, at such an age, why can I still have so much energy and accomplish so many things every day?" Song Zhaosheng said seriously: "Especially, your mystical treatment notes are so profound and difficult to understand. ”

The fat man nodded hurriedly: "Mmmmmmmm ”

"Actually, it's very simple, you can do it......" Song Zhaosheng said here, pausing deliberately.

"Don't sell it. Wen Shuo asked anxiously.

Song Zhaosheng smiled slightly and said, "These notes, you and I give them to each other, and we won't ask for them back, right?"

"Ahh Wen Shuo nodded.

"So, you can stay and watch it slowly in the future, why rush for a while and let yourself work hard?" Song Zhaosheng said as he spoke, and he couldn't help laughing, his expression was full of urgency.

Wen Shuo was stunned, and then his fat face turned red, his teeth grinned, and he raised his hand to give himself an ear scraper!

Damn it!

Clever I was confused for a while......

How can such a simple thing get into the horns and not get out, and find guilt for yourself?

But soon, the fat man who wanted to save face regained his calm expression, his eyes showed a little deepness, he sighed softly, and said unhurriedly: "You know, I am usually very busy, and in the past few days in Zhonghai, it is actually rare to have some leisure time, and it is good to be able to learn some knowledge that I can't usually contact as soon as possible." When I get back to the capital, I don't have time to learn......"

Song Zhaosheng looked at the fat man's pretending expression thoughtfully, and sighed in his heart - this guy is really a rare genius!

Or, can practicing the occult method improve one's IQ and emotional intelligence?