Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

Lin Shuyang leaned against the wall and breathed heavily, thinking: If he had hesitated for just one more second, Xiang Fu might have discovered him.

After a while, shouts came from outside, and they vaguely sounded like they were shouting to catch the thief.

Lin Shuyang's two delicate eyebrows wrinkled. If this trap was set for him tonight, they should first check whether the powder on the ground had been stepped on.

Is there anyone else besides him tonight?

If someone else enters the room after he leaves, the powder on the ground will definitely be stepped on.

Judging by the sound, the thief hasn't been caught yet.

Yes, it seems that he has no luck.

You have to go back to the embroidery courtyard quickly, otherwise if Xiang Fu intends to check on him and finds that he is not at his residence, his suspicion will be too high, and he may not have the chance to enter Chen Zhihong's room again in the future.

But just as he was about to leave, he saw a pair of glass-like eyes under the moonlight, looking at him for who knows how long.

In the room in the middle of Jinyuan, a large amount of moonlight shines through the open window. A man is bathed in the moonlight, with a fair face that seems to be smiling but not smiling, and a pair of glazed eyes that reveal some doubts.

Judging from the height, that person should be sitting by the window.

Three words popped up in Lin Shuyang's mind, Chen Ziqian.

Seeing that he finally saw him, Chen Ziqian's eyes were filled with a smile, and his voice was gentle: "Aren't you going to come in and hide for a while?"

What do you mean?

The thief was being caught outside, but he climbed over the wall sneakily and came in. Instead of shouting for someone, Chen Ziqian actually asked him if he wanted to go in and hide?

But looking at Chen Ziqian's behavior, it didn't look like he was joking.

It seemed that this Young Master Sun was different from what he imagined.

Lin Shuyang thought that if he rushed back to the embroidery courtyard now, it would most likely be too late, so he might as well go in and take a look.

Anyway, the reason he entered Chen Mansion was to treat Master Sun.

So, he raised the corner of his mouth and walked out the back door.

There seemed to be no one in this brocade garden. The whole courtyard was quiet, even there were no lights.

The moment Lin Shuyang stepped into Chen Ziqian's room, a Western-style pure copper table lamp that was not very bright lit up in the room.

Chen Ziqian was sitting in a wheelchair. When he saw Lin Shuyang walking in, he said politely: "Sit down and talk. If you stand, I have to raise my neck to look at you. I'm tired."

"Okay." Lin Shuyang found a stool and sat opposite Chen Ziqian, staring straight at him with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

He didn't know why, but he felt that this young master Sun didn't look like he was autistic, but rather a bit of a social nerd.

"What did you come to the house to steal? Maybe I can help you if you tell me."

Listen, you can have such a good conversation with a thief, and even help the thief steal your own things. Isn't this a social disorder?

Of course, it is also possible that there is something really wrong with the brain. After all, no normal person would ask such a question.

Lin Shuyang remembered that the psychological books he had read said that when treating patients, one should not identify oneself as a doctor first, so as to avoid the patient's subjective rejection.

He touched his nose and said, "Aren't you from this family? Why would you help me... a thief?"

Chen Ziqian shook his head and lowered his eyes: "You are wrong, this place is no longer 'home'." He paused for a second and then raised his eyes and said: "It's just that living like this for seven years is too boring. I want to find Something fun to do.”

"Interesting things? For example... helping a thief steal something?" Lin Shuyang really couldn't understand it. After all, he was not a psychology major, so his knowledge was still limited.

"Is there anything wrong? Or... you want me to shout now and have someone catch you." As Chen Ziqian spoke, he kept his fingers on the armrests of the wheelchair, tapping them gently to make a regular sound.

Lin Shuyang frowned, this action seemed a bit familiar!

He didn't say anything, and Chen Ziqian assumed that he had accepted his proposal, and continued talking on his own: "Tell me, what is it you want to steal? Money? Or things? I'm afraid it's difficult to take out items that are too big. , I see you don’t have a bag or anything with you, why are you so inexperienced? Even if you steal money, you have to have a bag to put it in so you can get more!"

Lin Shuyang glanced at himself. He only had two pockets on his coat, which really couldn't hold much.

The moment he lowered his head, his eyes suddenly glanced at the bedside table, where there was a book titled "Psychology and Life".

Does this guy always read books like this when he has nothing to do?

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Chen Ziqian's somewhat gloomy voice: "Aren't you a thief?"

Lin Shuyang came to his senses and felt that there was nothing wrong with Master Sun's psychology.

If there is, it's just that I have been holding it in for a long time, and my thoughts are a little different from ordinary people.

He smiled slightly, stood up from the stool, stretched out his hand and said, "Chen Ziqian, hello, this is the first time we meet. I am your attending doctor, Lin Shuyang."

After hearing what he said, Chen Ziqian's expression suddenly changed. He did not reach out, but stared at Lin Shuyang gloomily for a while, and even the color of his eyes became a bit darker.

Feeling a little embarrassed that his hand had been left hanging, Lin Shuyang took it back and pretended to touch his nose.

Sure enough, once the identity of the doctor was revealed, the patient immediately became repulsive.

At this time, Chen Ziqian suddenly laughed, a somewhat disdainful sneer, "Doctor? Are you a doctor? It seems that he still doesn't give up!"

he?

Chen Zhihong?

Although Chen Ziqian's tone sounded a bit strange, Lin Shuyang still nodded along with his words: "Your grandfather naturally hopes that you can get back on your feet, so he keeps asking doctors to treat you."

He can't say that he came to the door on his own!

However, "Although I am minoring in psychology, according to my diagnosis, you are not sick at all!"

Chen Ziqian raised his head and rested the back of his head on the back of the chair. The smile on his face did not diminish, but his eyes looked blankly above his head. "You are right, I am indeed not sick."

"Then why..." Lin Shuyang asked halfway, then stopped, because he intuitively seemed to hear some not-so-good answers if he continued to ask.

His identity is a doctor, not a detective. He only needs to confirm that the patient is healthy, there is no need to get to the bottom of it.

"Why don't you stop asking?" Chen Ziqian took over the topic, "Then why does Chen Zhihong keep looking for a doctor for me? Is that what you want to ask?"

Lin Shuyang was silent. Most people would not call their grandfather by his first name, and Chen Ziqian was obviously gritting his teeth when he mentioned this name.

Rich families are full of right and wrong, so he felt that if he continued to listen, it would be better to go out and have a good chat with Xiang Fu now, talk about life, and maybe have a better chance of surviving.