my psychologist

The next morning, Fan Dongfang had another case. This time, the visitor was a full-time wife in her 40s. She had delicate makeup, well-dressed clothes, and a confident and elegant manner.

Although I concealed my curiosity, Fan Dongfang had a clue. He raised his finger and pointed to the next door. I consciously exited the consulting room and closed the door for them.

I still have some professional ethics even if I don't care about it. Of course, I know that psychological counseling is confidential and private. Before the counseling, the counselor and the visitor must sign a non-disclosure agreement.

Naturally, it is still impossible for me to have the opportunity to watch, unless Fan Dongfang accepts a teaching case, and I work hard enough to make him willing to teach me, then I may have the opportunity to watch him give a consultation.

All I can do now is to read books in Fan Dongfang's office to enrich myself as much as possible.

I glanced over the full bookshelf. In addition to psychology, there are also some related to neurosurgery. Most of them are original documents. I finally pulled out the "Basic Psychological Counseling Techniques" I read yesterday.

On Fan Dongfang’s desk was still the half-read book from yesterday. The densely packed characters were unfamiliar to me. I dragged his tall book to the side and spread out my entry-level book. With relish.

As I said, I am very easy to get lost in reading. I was immersed in the world of square character weaving and I didn't hear the knock on the door at all. It wasn't until the third knock on the door that I came back to my senses. My mouth was faster than my thoughts, and I shouted: "Enter .”

The one who opened the door was a middle-aged man who looked about 50 or 20 years old. His face was [-]% similar to Fan Dongfang. I think Fan Dongfang will look like this [-] years later, with the mellow fragrance of the years, intellectual and charming.

I stood up from Fan Dongfang's chair and quickly glanced at the grandfather clock: "Teacher Fan is doing consultation, and it will be over in about 10 minutes. If you have enough time, you can wait for him for a while. If you don't have time to wait here, please Leave your name, and I will pass it on to Teacher Fan for you."

The man didn't comment, he just walked to the reception sofa and sat down. I had no choice but to ask him, "Would you like coffee or tea?"

The man looked up at me for a moment, and answered the question: "Are you Xiaozhu's new assistant?"

I replied with a smile: "If the Xiaozhu you mentioned refers to Teacher Fan Dongfang Fan, then yes, I am Teacher Fan's new assistant, Daxi. I don't know what your name is?"

The man chuckled, and said in a neutral tone, "Green tea."

I raised the corner of my mouth and said, "Please wait a moment."

I'm not familiar with Fan Dongfang's office, but fortunately his habits are quite normal. After searching a bit, I found a can of Yunwu, a can of Xueya and a can of Baimei.There was a tea tray on the coffee table. I sat opposite the visitor and brewed a pot of cloud for him. Afterwards, he seemed to lose interest in talking and sipped tea slowly, without the restraint that a guest should have.

I had no choice but to accompany him quietly and add tea to him.

Fan Dongfang opened the door and came in. After seeing us, he asked unhurriedly, "Dad, why are you here?" Only then did I know who the man opposite was. It is vividly reflected.

Mr. Fan put down his tea bowl, raised his eyebrows and said, "I heard from Yingying that you found an assistant, so I came over to have a look."

Fan Dongfang glanced at me, sat next to me, picked up a bowl of tea, sniffed it, and took a sip: "Dad, what did you see?"

Mr. Fan's tone was aristocratic and elegant: "It's nothing more than that."

"Oh?" Fan Dongfang glanced at me sideways and chuckled, "What is Dad's standard?"

"As an employee of Lecheng Central Hospital, I don't know who the director is. As your assistant, I don't know your interpersonal relationship, your living habits, and can't even help you at work..." Mr. Fan Withdrawing his hand pointing to the desk, "Do you think I think he needs standards?"

Fan Dongfang shrugged: "Dad, he has only come to work for four days, isn't your standard too high?"

Mr. Fan sneered: "I don't know you don't drink coffee after four days of work. Do you think my standards are high? I think he is simply lowering the overall quality of our Lecheng Central Hospital."

Fan Dongfang said kindly: "You don't have to worry about this, he signed the contract with me personally, and it will definitely not damage Dean Fan's reputation."

Mr. Fan looked at Fan Dongfang with a soothing tone: "Yingying and your childhood sweetheart, character, talent, and understanding of you, Yingying is a hundred times better than him in everything, and Yingying is still a PhD student in psychology. When someone wanted to be your assistant at the beginning, you were not happy in every possible way, but now you have found such an assistant, it seems that he is very unusual."

Fan Dongfang replied with the same expression as Mr. Fan: "He may be inferior to Zhou Ying in everything, but there is one thing that Zhou Ying will never be able to do."

I waited intently for a while, but Mr. Fan just pointed at Fan Dongfang with his index finger and changed the subject: "I heard that you bought an office building in New Green Plaza?"

"Yes, if all goes well, the Oriental Psychological Counseling Center will be officially inaugurated in two months."

"Alright." Old Mr. Fan put down his tea bowl, got up and brushed off the non-existent folds of his clothes, Shi Shiran walked towards the door, and said as he walked, "I'm not old or young, so I should settle down."

"Father's words are very true." Fan Dongfang got up and watched Mr. Fan leave. The moment Mr. Fan opened the door, he said, "I hope Dad will abide by the agreement and give me fairness." In exchange for Mr. Fan There was a cold snort.

The information revealed by these two in a few words is too rich, "Fan Dongfang is the son of the president of Lecheng Central Hospital" "Zhou Ying and Fan Dongfang are childhood sweethearts, and it seems that they have an affair." The promise about Fan Dongfang's stability in the second half of his life" and other thoughts were playing in my mind in a loop. I was extracting information that was beneficial to me. If I didn't pay attention, I was face to face with Fan Dongfang only a punch away. I rubbed the suspected violence. Knocking on his blushing forehead, he raised his eyes to meet Fan Dongfang's half-smiling gaze: "Teacher Fan, corporal punishment of students is not allowed."

Fan Dongfang raised his hand to pinch the soft flesh on my cheek, and sneered: "A person who is not even qualified as an assistant, how dare he call himself my student? Come and see how thick your face is?"

The corners of my mouth were deformed by this guy's sudden riot, so I could only grin and say indecently: "Not many, just three floors."

Fan Dongfang moved his face slightly forward when he heard the words, as if he wanted to study my three-layered skin carefully, I lowered my eyes and aimed at the tip of my nose, which was only one centimeter away from the bridge of my nose, and held my breath for a while, and added: "With Teacher Fan is the same."

Fan Dongfang pulled my face and lifted it up slightly. I had to raise my head slightly and was forced to look at him. Unexpectedly, I looked directly at his pair of phoenix eyes like a deep pool in an ancient well. Only then did I realize his The pupils turned out to be extremely black, and just staring at each other silently gave people invisible pressure. I quietly squeezed the knuckles of the middle finger with my right thumb, and added another sentence in what I thought was the most calm and calm posture: "The epidermis , dermis and subcutaneous tissue, three layers."

Fan Dongfang laughed lightly, and patted my right cheek, which was definitely reddened by him: "Little Daji, work hard, don't embarrass me again."

Thinking of Mr. Fan’s evaluation of me, although his words are “vicious”, it is almost an indisputable fact. All my carelessness was spread in front of Fan Dongfang so unexpectedly in such a situation. Being euphemistically mentioned by Fan Dongfang, I rubbed the right side of my cheek, only wishing that my face was only red from being pinched: "I have been working hard."

Fan Dongfang let out a "huh", turned around and sat down in his black boss chair, and picked up the tall original document he had spread out on the table.

I sat across from him, grabbed my "Basic Skills for Psychological Counselors", and asked with a smile, "Actually, it's not all embarrassing, is it?"

Fan Dongfang turned a page of the book, without raising his eyelids, only a single syllable came out of his nasal cavity: "Huh?"

I got up, supported the desk with my hand, and poked Fan Dongfang's book with a pencil: "You said it yourself, I have one advantage, Zhou Ying can't do it no matter what."

Fan Dongfang's gaze finally moved from the book to my face, stared at me for a moment, and said firmly: "You are particularly curious about what you have, and Zhou Ying can't do it no matter what."

This painful feeling that people may see through the little secrets of the heart at any moment. Is master-level insight amazing?Well, it is truly remarkable!

I didn't have much sincerity in mourning for a second of silence for the unilateral and transparent marriage life of the master's future wife, and then I crawled and patted Rainbow farts: "Teacher Fan has sharp eyes, please take the time to explain the confusion."

Fan Dongfang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, calmly said: "Sex."

"..." I was silent for a moment, and asked with a vengeful smile, "Does Teacher Fan like my gender, or Zhou Ying's gender?" After asking, I said to myself, "It should be me This gender, after all, your only assistant is my gender, and you are very tolerant of him."

Fan Dongfang raised his eyebrows and looked at me, as if all the emotions were melted into pure black by those obsidian-like pupils, I blinked with a bit of complacency, Fan Dongfang chuckled imperceptibly, slowly He made up nonsense: "No, instead of saying what gender I like, it is better to ask what kind of soul I am in love with, because what gender is the interesting soul, I will fall in love with that gender."

Really powerful interpretation of what Tai Chi is killing people!I squinted slightly and gave Fan Dongfang a thumbs up.

Fan Dongfang reprimanded me lightly: "Okay, don't gossip with me, if your mouth is itchy if you don't talk about it, then ask some useful questions."

I heard this and asked Fan Dongfang with a smile: "You can ask anything?"

Fan Dongfang didn't say yes or no, just said: "I don't know how to answer everything."

I went around to the desk, stood beside Fan Dongfang, pinched the shirt on Fan Dongfang's shoulder with my thumb and index finger and shook it lightly: "What's wrong with the lady who came today?"

Fan Dongfang took the book and suddenly slapped the back of my hand: "What's the matter? You deliberately made me violate professional ethics, and you want to use it as evidence so that I can use it for you?"

I stretched out my hand in front of Fan Dongfang, and showed him the result of his sudden effort: "You can't understand me, just like darkness can't understand light."

Fan Dongfang threw me a tube of aloe vera gel: "If you want me to understand you, you must first work hard to make me interested in you."

With your character, you are afraid of losing your life, I really don't want to, please don't!

I wiped the refreshing aloe vera gel silently, and muttered: "I don't ask about the specific process, I'm just curious about the psychological barriers that lady has, and I promise not to spread the law to others."

Fan Dongfang looked up at me, and said succinctly: "Correct the misunderstanding. She wants herself to accept his beloved son's sexuality which she now regards as unreasonable."

When I heard the words, I suddenly thought of my mother. I don’t know if she did long-term psychological counseling secretly like the lady who visited today after she knew my sexual orientation.

For a while, I felt a little bored. My silence didn't seem to attract Fan Dongfang's attention. I said hello to Fan Dongfang, who turned my gaze back to the original document on the tall table, and left the office. Finally, I was in the relatively quiet stairwell. Li made a phone call that he hadn't had the courage to make in recent years.