The place where Jiang Buwan wanted to take him was Zhuo Feibai's house.

The two of them came to Zhuo Fei's white door.

Zheng Junli's hands were clasped, and he controlled himself with his will, but his eyes were very chaotic.

Jiang Bu Wan knocked on the door recently, although Jiang Bu Wan and Zhuo Feibai have always been enemies, but ...... There are some things that only Zhuo Feibai can help with.

Jiang Butai remembered that after the college entrance examination that year, he filled in the volunteers, and Zhuo Feibai filled in the psychology major in every column of the volunteers.

Jiang didn't pay attention to which university she ended up in, but she probably studied psychology.

Zhuo Feibai opened the door, and after she saw Jiang Fei, her face was surprised. "Why, you found a way back so quickly?"

"That's all you have on your mind right now?" Jiang asked without a long time.

"It's not that I'm full of this thing. It's that I thought that Grandma Zheng Shao, if you didn't have to, you wouldn't take the initiative to see me," Zhuo Fei said with some sarcasm in and out of her words.

Of course, she also knew in her heart that Jiang Butai had a grudge against her.

It's just that some things are done, time will not come back, and the knots between the two of them will not disappear.

"Did you study psychology in college?" Jiang is not late and goes straight to the point.

"It's not." Zhuo Fei replied.

"Didn't you fill in all the relevant majors in the college entrance examination at that time?" Jiang Buwan frowned puzzled.

"It's been adjusted. From psychology to modern funeral techniques and management. She replied.

As soon as these words came out, they were speechless.

"You fell in love with the funeral profession? Otherwise, why did you take the graduate school entrance examination?" Jiang Buwan tilted his head and asked.

"Interdisciplinary examinations. Applied Psychology for graduate study. Zhuo Fei Bai said. If she hadn't been a monk halfway through the family and crossed majors ridiculously, she wouldn't have been troubled by her graduate thesis before she crossed over.

Jiang was silent for a long time before muttering, "King Juan."

"What are you doing all of a sudden?" Zhuo Feibai drooped his eyelids, clasped his arms in his hands, and asked impatiently.

Jiang Bu was late to pull out Zheng Junli behind him.

"He may be mentally ill. You know, in this day and age, psychology in our country is not yet developed. "Jiang is not late to return.

"So you want me to show him?" Zhuo Feibai probed and glanced at Zheng Junli.

His eyes were red, and the blood-oozing bandages on his hands were conspicuous.

"I'm just a shallow learner, and I'm a graduate student, so I can't necessarily see anything." Zhuo Feibai said.

"You're underestimating yourself." Others may not know, but Jiang Butai has seen her secretly hiding in the corner to study. What Zhuo Feibai wants to do, it is difficult to do it. When she sealed the Peach Blossom Demon in the Drunken Moon Painting Boat, she has always been a person who wants to pursue what she wants at all costs.

"I do my best." Zhuo Feibai turned around and entered the house, leaving Jiang Butai with an indifferent look, but in the end he agreed to help.

Zhuo Feibai sat on the sofa in the living room, and then took out a pen and paper, not knowing what to write on the paper.

At this time, Zheng Junli's state slowly stabilized, the memory in his mind was empty, he raised his head in panic, and looked around at everything

"Where is this......" Zheng Junli woke up for a long time before he saw Zhuo Feibai in front of him, and only then did he realize that he had come to the house that Jiang Buwan had rented for Zhuo Feibai before.

"Still with amnesia?" Zhuo Feibai heard Zheng Junli's voice and raised her head reflexively.

Zheng Junli didn't understand what Zhuo Feibai was talking about.

Zhuo Feibai tore off a page in the notebook in his hand, and wrote a lot of questions and answers on it.

Zhuo Feibai threw the torn paper and the pen in his hand to Zheng Junli, and said, "Write the pressure test table first."

Zheng Junli was confused.

Jiang Butai patiently explained to him: "The questions above can measure whether your pressure is great, you just fill in carefully."

Zheng Junli raised his eyes lightly and looked at Jiang not too late. Zheng Junli hesitated in his eyes, as if he didn't believe that a few questions could measure the abstract and illusory so-called pressure.

"Fill it in. I won't hurt you. Jiang Butai said.

When Zheng Junli heard this, he obediently lowered his head, pressed the paper on the mahogany coffee table, and filled it out quietly.

The bones of his hands were worn out, and every time he bent and moved, it was very painful. He was stunned, and his face was as usual.

The room fell silent, except for the hissing of the tip of the pen rubbing against the paper.

She kept reenacting the picture of the moment when Li Yuehua fell from the building on her back, Jiang Butai had a lot of thoughts, but it was like a messy thread, cutting constantly, and the reason was messy.

"You have too many thoughts. Worry less about things and your happiness will be much higher. Zhuo Feibai suddenly spoke up, interrupting Jiang Butai's thoughts.

Jiang Bu came back to his senses late, and said stiffly: "I'm just in a daze." ”

She was wondering why Li Yuehua was pregnant, and whose child was she pregnant? She is regretting that Li Yuehua committed suicide and died with one corpse. She was worried that Zheng Junli would be hit by her father's death and her condition would worsen. She was wondering where the rats next to Li Yuehua's corpse came from, and she was wondering what the purpose of that strange Jiang Fudong was.

"People think too much, and sooner or later they will go crazy." Zhuo Feibai only thought that Jiang was not late and said that it was a fart.

Zheng Junli filled in the stress test questions and handed them to Zhuo Feibai.

Zhuo Feibai finished reading it line by line, and the color behind it became more and more solemn.

"It's the first time I've seen such a high score." Zhuo Fei Bai Dao.

"High score? That's a good thing, right? Zheng Junli was apprehensive. The Chinese language, arithmetic, and business management he learned before were all as high as possible.

Zhuo Feibai smiled dumbly, then turned his head and asked Jiang Butai, "Is there really no generation gap between the two of you?" If you can like antiques from a century ago, you're also a talent. ”

The corners of Jiang Buwan's mouth twitched, she suppressed her displeasure, and didn't bother to argue with Zhuo Feibai.

"Is his illness due to too much stress?" Jiang asked without a long time.

"What disease? I'm not sick. Zheng Junli was puzzled.

"It's hard to say, I'm not good at learning." Zhuo Feibai shrugged his shoulders and ignored Zheng Junli, but continued to talk to Jiang Buwan. "What happened when he got sick?"

"Someone died in front of him. Then he seemed to have lost his strength suddenly, and he couldn't stand up on his knees, and then he began to pull me and talk crazy things, and kept asking me to save 'them', but he never said who 'they' were. Jiang replied not too late.

"Who are they?" Zhuo Feibai turned his head and asked Zheng Junli.

"Them?" Zheng Junli was stunned by the question. "I don't know."

"Don't you remember that?" Zhuo Feibai took the pen and recorded the situation. "Do you remember when you suddenly became weak and fell to your knees?"

Zheng Junli fell into memory.

"A little impressed. I just feel very helpless, and then I can't use my strength. Zheng Junli replied to Zhuo Feibai's words, then turned his face sideways, and asked Jiang Fei in a low voice: "This friend of yours, before going to the Drunken Moon Painting Boat, was he a doctor?" ”

"Well......" Jiang didn't think for a moment, and then replied: "Sort of." ”

A doctor who heals people's minds.

"Has anything happened before that made you feel very helpless?" Zhuo Feibai raised her eyes, her gaze dignified. "Also, it's just the three of us here, even if you are whispering, I can hear it."

Zheng Junli coughed lightly and said, "No." ”

"Is it possible that you forgot about the incident that traumatized you?" Zhuo Feibai raised an eyebrow and asked.

Zheng Junli was stunned, but he couldn't answer Zhuo Feibai's words anymore.

"This gentleman of yours is most likely suffering from PTSD." Zhuo Feibai immediately came to a conclusion. Zheng Junli's performance is very consistent with the third symptom of post-traumatic stress disorder. "But I can't take a ticket for my diagnosis, you can choose not to believe it."

"Can this be cured?" Jiang Butai automatically ignored Zhuo Feibai's last sentence.

"The first thing to know was what traumatized him in the first place, creating a sense of powerlessness. It's a pity that he has automatically avoided that part of the memory. Zhuo Feibai said.

"What about hypnosis? Just like on TV, hypnotize him with a pocket watch to remind him of that part of the memory. Jiang asked without a later time.

"I'm just a student, not an academic boss." Zhuo Feibai rolled her eyes speechlessly. "What's more, hypnosis is based on mutual trust, do you think it's possible for him to trust me?"

"Okay. I see what you mean. I'll find a way to find something that makes him feel helpless. Jiang Bu always felt that his black hair was a few white.

Jiang Butai looked at Zheng Junli. Zheng Junli's mood is quite stable now, and he is not clamoring to go to the hospital, does this mean that Zheng Junli did not take the words that Jiang said to him before that 'his father-in-law may go to the immortal', but took the initiative to avoid this question?

So if she tells Zheng Junli about this matter again now, will Zheng Junli still get sick?

"It's not too late, I don't think I'm really sick. Let's go back to the hospital. Let's see how Li Yuehua is. Zheng Junli said.

Jiang was silent for no later time.

Li Yuehua hit the ground on the back of her head and died on the spot, and with the current medical conditions, it is impossible to save her.

And when Zheng Junli really returned to the hospital, he found that there was a mess everywhere, and everyone was preparing to organize a funeral for Zheng Ren, and Zheng Junli would really collapse.

Zheng Junli got up and muttered, "I have to go back and ask Li Yuehua where the antidote to the poison is." ”

Jiang Buwan sat on the sofa with his head and body stiff, and reached out to grab his wrist.

Feelings told her that she couldn't let Zheng Junli go.

Reason told her that she could hide for a while, but she couldn't hide for a lifetime.

After all kinds of entanglement, Jiang Buwan finally spoke up: "I'll go with you." ”

in the hospital.

It's not too late to expect from the river. The hospital was in chaos, Zheng Ren's body was covered with a white cloth, and Lin Chunqin was lying on the side crying bitterly, pulling the hospital bed where Zheng Ren's body was placed, preventing the doctor from pulling him away.

Seeing this, Zheng Junli's hands and feet suddenly became cold, and his whole person stiffened in place.

The sentence that Jiang Buwan said to him before, 'Father-in-law, he may have gone immortal' finally resurfaced in his mind.

"No...... Oh no. Yang Mingdong ran out of the adjacent ward and said in a panic: "Li Yuehua is gone." ”

"What?" Jiang was shocked.

Li Yuehua fled? Isn't she dead? But she's already like that.