Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Illness That Comes Out of My Struggle

In an instant, there was silence in the live broadcast room.

What a start.

In Chen Yu's live broadcast room, sailors are also well-informed.

I've seen the little warriors of true love

I've seen tens of billions of bosses.

I've also seen cold-blooded demons.

But what the hell is this?

"Is this an alternative way to drain traffic?"

"How do I feel like she's been kidnapped."

"Do you want to call the police?"

"This girl is tied like a rice dumpling, who clicked on the microphone?"

Water friends have different opinions.

"Everyone, be quiet."

Chen Yu said softly: "She was not kidnapped, she was tied with a restraint belt that restricts patients with mental illness. ”

At this moment, a woman in her fifties appeared behind the girl.

"Hello Dr. Chan, I'm her mother."

The woman first explained to the crowd.

It was the microphone she clicked on.

When I was connected, I received a phone call.

That's why I didn't stand in front of the screen.

Chen Yu said: "Your daughter suffers from a serious mental illness, and you tied her with a restraint belt because she wanted to commit suicide many times. ”

"That's right, Dr. Chan, you're just as good as they say."

The woman kept nodding.

Without hesitation, tell the story of his daughter.

Her husband died more than ten years ago, leaving her mother and daughter in a small garment factory.

She put all her sustenance for her husband in the garment factory jointly run by her husband and wife.

The factory is getting bigger and bigger, and it has become the largest taxpayer in the local area.

When the career was going well, bad news came.

The daughter who is in college actually cut her vein.

Fortunately, the rescue was timely.

The daughter was quickly out of danger.

The daughter said that she committed suicide because she didn't feel love.

"It's all because I've been busy with business all these years and neglected to care for my daughter, which makes her feel lacking in love."

The woman wiped tears with self-reproach.

"After that day, I handed over the factory to my deputy to take care of it and went to my daughter's university to accompany me."

"I didn't expect her to hate me so much, and she committed suicide four times in the middle."

"I was so scared that I had no choice but to take her back to my hometown and guard her every day."

"Even so, she took advantage of my lack of ideas and committed suicide two more times."

"There's no way, I can only tie her up."

The woman once found a psychiatrist.

The doctor said the daughter suffered from severe depression.

Suicidal tendencies are very pronounced.

Treatment can only be done with medication and counselling.

The money was spent.

However, the effect is almost non-existent.

The night before yesterday, the woman heard that there was a psychiatrist who was so powerful that she didn't talk to someone.

Maybe he can cure his daughter's depression.

Women don't choose to believe blindly.

Yesterday, I watched Chen Yu's live broadcast video all day.

Finalized.

Chen Yu is not a psychiatrist.

It must also be a powerful immortal.

"I don't have depression, and I don't lack maternal love!"

The melancholy Star Delu suddenly shouted.

"Dr. Chen, please help me, my daughter is sick again."

The woman was flustered, and her tears couldn't stop flowing.

Chen Yu smiled lightly: "This patient, I believe in you. ”

Hearing this, the melancholy Star Delu stopped shouting.

His eyes stared at Chen Yu vigilantly

Chen Yu nodded and said, "I am a professional psychologist and never lie about a patient's condition. ”

"You don't have depression, and you don't lack motherly love."

The melancholy Star Delu pursed her lips.

Continue without saying a word.

"It's not the right style."

"How do I feel like I'm in a fake live broadcast room."

"Dr. Chen, if you are coerced, wink at us."

"In the past, no one who connected to the microphone could not escape the link that you were sick, and Dr. Chen seemed to say for the first time that someone else was not sick."

"Yuan Fang, what do you think?"

"Is Dr. Chen using psychological comfort therapy to first tell the depressed Xing Delu that she is not sick, and then open her heart knot little by little?"

No matter how alive the sailors are, they don't know what to say now.

Hearing Chen Yu say that her daughter was not sick, the woman hurriedly took out the diagnosis sheet of the psychological clinic.

"Doctor Chen, you see, this is a diagnosis certificate from a number of local psychological clinics."

"It all said that my daughter has severe bipolar disorder."

"Don't delay my daughter's condition in order to comfort us."

Some doctors have said similar things to Chen Yu before.

Tell your daughter that she is not sick or that she is not seriously ill.

Slowly gain the trust of her daughter.

The solution did not work, but made her daughter even more anxious.

"Madam, your daughter really doesn't lack maternal love, and she doesn't have bipolar disorder."

Chen Yu patiently explained.

"It's not bipolar disorder, why did she commit suicide again and again?"

"She herself keeps saying that she lacks love, not that she lacks the love of my mother, what is it?"

The woman's trust in Chen Yu began to diminish.

I thought he was a capable master.

I didn't expect to completely overturn my daughter's condition.

"For more than ten years since my husband died, I have been in charge of the factory."

"Most of the time, the nanny takes care of my daughter."

"If only I could have spent more time with her, maybe she wouldn't have gotten sick."

When the woman said this, she held her face and cried.

"Auntie, I especially understand your daughter's feelings, is she particularly introverted, and she is holding everything alone in her heart?"

One of Chen Yu's regular customers came.

"He and the melancholy Xing Delu are really sympathetic, and the family has money but no parental care."

"Brother Sakura, are you still running on the road of true love recently?"

"Have you ever met the big bird cute girl again?"

"You're really bad, little brother, or you should pursue the eldest sister."

"I owe the personal information upstairs, my eyes are useless, auntie, are you expensive this year?"

The cherry blossom trees waited for the rain to send a special effect barrage.

"Dr. Chen, if you don't let me talk to her, the two of us have the same experience, maybe I can untie her knot."

Chen Yu smiled and shook his head.

"Her situation is completely different from your teenage experience, and you can't enlighten her."

"She is not lacking in maternal love, and her condition is not bipolar disorder."

"But ......"

The sailors boiled all at once.

"Ye Qing back."

"I finally feel like I'm painting in a normal style."

"Well, it smells like that."

"It's late, though."

Chen Yu's voice was like a clarion call to lead the army to charge.

The barrage shuttled in the live broadcast room.

I've been waiting for a lot of work, and it's finally about to begin.

Chen Yu said with a serious expression: "This patient does not have bipolar disorder, but he does have mental illness. ”

"As I said at the beginning, she has a very serious mental illness."

"When the illness drags on to this point, it is no longer a simple psychological and psychiatric disease."

"The organs of the body have reached the point of being overwhelmed."

"The name of this disease is broken heart syndrome."

The melancholy Star Delu's eyes widened.

The surprise in my heart was palpable.

Chen Yu said in a strange tone: "The reason why this disease is getting more and more serious is completely caused by yourself. ”