seek her

This is a nearly 50-year-old senior psychiatrist, gentle and friendly, wearing myopia glasses, with an indescribable elegance.

Jing Shu knocked on the door, "Doctor Xing."

Dr. Xing looked up and saw Jing Shu coming, she got up kindly, and said repeatedly, "Miss Min is here, I'm about to arrange your home visit, you just came, sit down, how are you doing?"

Jing Shu took off the mask, put the bag on the table, and said with a smile, "I can barely fall asleep at night."

Dr. Xing asked her about her recent situation like a family chat, and said kindly: "Are you still in the mood of self-blame?"

Jing Shu smiled, "It's okay."

A few years ago, she fell into a strange mood for no reason, and took all the faults on herself, thinking that so many things happened because of her competitive personality. If she died in that accident, Perhaps so many things would not have happened, this unprecedented self-blame surrounded her, alternately in the waves of fear, almost tormenting her to the point of losing her human form.

"Are you still afraid and suspicious?" Dr. Xing poured her a glass of water.

"It's much better, occasionally, but this feeling will soon pass." Jing Shu replied truthfully, "Doctor Xing, I've finished my antidepressants, can you prescribe me some more?"

Dr. Xing nodded, took notes, and asked a few routine questions. Jing Shu gave a thorough answer. Then, Dr. Xing took out a rating scale for Jing Shu to fill in. During Jing Shu's filling process, a nurse Dr. Xing was called out.

The pen in Jing Shu’s hand was out of ink. When she looked up to change the pen, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a half-burned case file in the trash can behind Dr. Xing’s desk. Leaving aside, Jing Shu's heart skipped a beat, and subconsciously picked up the portfolio to confirm that it was indeed Song Sipu.

Song Sipu also came to the psychiatry department to find a psychologist?Feeling uneasy, she instinctively began to look through the case file.

Traumatic stress disorder?

Jing Shu quickly flipped through the detailed records, and found that his symptoms were the same as hers, insomnia, nightmares, fear, irritability, self-enclosed, unwilling to contact the outside world, and... psychological male X erectile dysfunction...

As if touching a man's most secretive, fatal and shameful privacy, Jing Shu let out a breath, if Song Sipu knew that she had seen these terrible secrets, wouldn't he kill her?

She remembered that Song Sipu had touched her once but stopped in time. At that time, she could feel that his body was healthy...

How could this man who has always been psychologically strong have such trauma?
She has always felt that Song Sipu has no heart for others except for Lu Jinqiao. He is hypocritical and sanctimonious. Just like his grandfather, he is good at self-brainwashing and self-protection. As long as he can protect himself from harm, he can resist And to suppress all the truth from the outside world, she thought that no matter what great changes he experienced, he could be as strong as a humanoid machine, just like when his grandfather died, he was not as strong as a flesh and blood person.

This man hides everything in his heart.

But Jing Shu feels that he has no heart.

Jing Shu checked the date, and the date is today, indicating that this is the result of his follow-up visit today. Judging from the time he received counseling, he has only received psychological treatment for two years, which is not as long as hers, but judging from the follow-up visit results, he seems to have recovered. It's not good.

Jing Shu quickly turned back, trying to know the specific reasons and specific events that caused his problems, and prayed that it would not be caused by the evil things he did. If it was directly or indirectly caused by her, Song Sipu would never stop his revenge , Jing Shu seemed to be suffering from illness, and flicked through the books with shaking hands.

But most of the paper at the back was burnt, leaving only half of the white paper with black spots.

"Miss Min..." Dr. Xing came in suddenly, a little surprised, "These are the patient's privacy, and cannot be read or disclosed." Dr. Xing quickly stepped forward, took the case and looked at the patient's name, and changed his face slightly. She hurriedly took out a lighter and burned the case into the trash can. The patient's case was destroyed on the same day of follow-up, and no files were allowed.

Jing Shu sat down as if nothing had happened, drank two sips of tea to suppress the panic in his heart, and asked with a smile, "I dropped a document on the floor, so I picked it up. Don't worry, Doctor Xing, I didn't see anything."

Dr. Xing's eyes behind the glasses are firm, upright and gentle, "Protecting patients' privacy is the professional ethics and bottom line of our medical industry. I hope Ms. Min understands that including your privacy, we also take confidentiality as the first criterion. respect."

Jing Shu nodded, and glanced at the filing cabinets on the entire wall behind Dr. Xing and several important safes. Jing Shu knew that the reason why Dr. Xing is very famous in the industry is that she should have done psychological work for many big bosses. Consulting, and being able to keep a secret, she didn't actually tell Dr. Xing what happened to her. She just vaguely told some terrible abuse without naming names and the psychological shadow of witnessing her brother's car explosion, that's all.

She finished the test, took some medicine and left.

It was raining lightly outside, Song Sipu got into the car, took off his sunglasses and threw it aside, closed the door heavily, threw the medicine aside, he lowered his head and lit a cigarette when he got into the car.