my psychologist

I sat quietly in Fan Dongfang's office for three hours. Only the first half hour was spent recalling my personal experience. The remaining two and a half hours were spent clarifying my own heart, clarifying my emotional changes towards Fan Dongfang, and at the same time In the process of clarifying, I discovered many details that I had overlooked before.

These details made my heart flutter slightly, and I even began to speculate "irrationally"—maybe Fan Dongfang also likes me.I even began to think that when I complained about him at the beginning, I subconsciously hoped that he would like me, so I deliberately deceived myself, ignored the details, and turned into a frog in warm water.

Of course, these are all conjectures and my wild imagination. The reality in front of me is that in the morning Ling Yu violated Fan Dongfang’s privacy because I asked him about his identity as the third partner. Waiting on his mobile phone for him to flip the sign after he came out of the operating room, and I, just now soberly confirmed that I fell in love with him, and I wanted to pursue him.

This is really a bad card!

Fortunately, I learned from Xu Yuandong that the third partner is a fiction, otherwise I really don't know how to break through my principles and start playing this bad card.

After tidying up my mood, I opened the window to disperse the smell of cigarettes in the office, dumped half of the ashtray's cigarette butts into a garbage bag and threw it into the toilet trash can.

I straightened my appearance in front of the mirror, looked at my pristine self in the mirror, and suddenly thanked Lu Jiaer for being picky about other people's clothes, otherwise I would have to dress casually in front of Fan Dongfang, who I just confirmed the identity of my sweetheart.

It was [-]:[-] when I walked into the Lecheng Central Hospital with a food box from Jiangjia’s private kitchen in the southern suburbs. I asked the doctor on duty at the Shenwai Medical Office and found out that Fan Dongfang was still undergoing surgery in the third operating room. I took the food box directly to the floor where the third operating room is located. There were six or seven family members gathered in the waiting area outside the operating room, all of them looked sad and anxious. I glanced at the food box in my hand and walked silently to the stairs of the safe passage mouth, quietly listening to the movement in the corridor.

About half an hour later, there was only the sound of the door opening of the operating room in the corridor with the sound of hurried pacing, followed by the voices of "Dad", "Grandpa" and "Grandpa" mixed with gratitude. Thanks, I waited for about 10 minutes at the exit of the safety stairs, and opened the door of the safety passage after the quiet gradually returned to the inside.

At the end of the corridor, two figures in green surgical gowns were talking in a low voice. They were about the same height, and their profiles were [-]% similar. I quietly watched their conversation come to an end, and called out: "Teacher."

Fan Dongfang turned to look at me, without showing the slightest surprise, gestured for me to wait, and then said to Dean Fan unhurriedly: "I know that this operation will definitely be late, I will let Daxi send it to you." Come over with some food, let's go to my office to eat with Dad, or Mom will have to cook for you in the middle of the night."

"That's good." Dean Fan glanced at me, and said irrelevantly: "You little assistant is dressed up very energetically today."

Fan Dongfang also glanced at me, without changing his expression, he said, "He's going back to Liren for a meeting today, it's probably Liren's overalls."

I looked at Fan Dongfang thoughtfully, naturally I didn't expose his series of "lies", and asked him very respectfully: "Teacher, shall I send the food to your office first?"

Fan Dongfang nodded and asked, "Is there any soup?"

I smiled and said, "Chicken pot with yam and carrot."

Fan Dongfang waved his hand to signal me to go downstairs first: "You go down first, let Dean Fan have a bowl of soup cold in advance, and we will go down in 10 minutes."

Although I don't know why Fan Dongfang behaved like this, I still remember what he reminded me several times during the two months in the hospital - the flesh would be tighter when I got out of this door, now that I think about it, maybe Dean Fan is the root of all this.

He played the role of the unscrupulous boss who oppressed the assistant, and I played the role of the hard-working little assistant who was so oppressed that he dared not speak up. I quietly shrank aside and pretended to play with my mobile phone while waiting for the boss and the boss’s father to eat. His ears were already pricked up, and he sneaked to Fan Dongfang's side with the corner of his eyes.

It has long been discovered that Fan Dongfang is extremely educated in his bones, and after seeing him eating at the same table with Dean Fan, he realized that he has already indulged himself in normal times.

The disposable tableware that was taken out was used by the father and son as if they were court tableware. It was not until the meal was finished and the chopsticks were put down that Dean Fan broke the silence in the office: "I told you before, you should seriously consider it. one time."

Fan Dongfang put down the napkin and said slowly, "Dad, don't forget our agreement."

"Hmph." Dean Fan snorted softly, obviously displeased.

Fan Dongfang smiled and took a step back: "After the agreement is completed, if you still insist on letting me come back, I will naturally not go against your will."

Dean Fan's expression softened a little: "I think your consulting center has opened with great fanfare, and it can be regarded as the agreement has been completed."

Fan Dongfang resolutely refused: "The counseling center has only been open for a week, and you put in a little too much water, which is unacceptable."

Dean Fan looked at Fan Dongfang thoughtfully for 3 minutes before he calmly said, "Fan Xiaozhu, no matter what kind of moth you are holding back, remember to think before you speak."

Fan Dongfang got up and sent Dean Fan out: "Don't worry, I have thought about all of this."

"It's better to be like this." Dean Fan snorted softly, and left a sentence before leaving, "You, Mr. Li, have some snacks."

Fan Dongfang nodded in agreement, and stood at the door respectfully seeing off Dean Fan.

When Dean Fan was here, the office was filled with invisible and seemingly invisible pressure. After Dean Fan left, the office was filled with embarrassment if there was any reality.

Fan Dongfang sat on the sofa and watched me clean up the "tableware" made by their father and son, with a faint smile on his lips all the time, but there was no trace of friendliness in that demeanor.

I turned my mind to think about Fan Dongfang's thoughts in my heart, tied a bow on the garbage bag slowly, and finally fixed my gaze on Fan Dongfang's face—a person who is always in good spirits, with a faint smile on his lower eyelid. Qing Se: "Teacher, do you want me to take you home?"

The smile on Fan Dongfang's lips widened a bit: "No, Mr. Li hasn't passed the dangerous period yet, so I have to be on duty here tonight."

I sat on the sofa opposite Fan Dongfang and measured him up: "I don't understand."

Fan Dongfang pointed at the phone screen with his fingertips, and said unhurriedly: "It's just right, I don't understand."

Fucking in my heart, I secretly thought that the first wave of retribution was coming, and I had to put on a calm and composed look on my face: "It's just right, maybe we can solve each other's doubts."

Fan Dongfang nodded, didn't ask me what I didn't understand, and said unhurriedly: "Shen Wai went abroad for an exchange, and other doctors, Mr. Li's family couldn't trust him, so Dean Fan had to ask me to come back with him. Let's go to surgery together."

I have heard Xu Yuandong affirm Fan Dongfang's neurosurgery skills before, and now I have an intuitive understanding - his level is top-notch.Once again he saw through the thoughts in my heart, I smiled and said: "Does it mean that nothing can escape your eyes?"

Fan Dongfang's middle finger and index finger supported his temples, and he said slowly with a smile: "No, for example, I don't understand why you are waiting outside the operating room with a food box."

I couldn't help but glance at the phone he was holding in his hand, watching the white fingertips pointing at the pitch-black screen unhurriedly, and couldn't help laughing—this man, as long as he wants, he can say anything Thousands of times, even a rough mind may not be able to get his true meaning.I looked at him and said with a smile, "Didn't you ask me to bring some food?"

Fan Dongfang burst out laughing, and sighed in a fake manner after laughing enough: "At first I thought you were out of love for the teacher, but I didn't expect that the little assistant who was being squeezed had to come. To be honest, I felt a little nervous disappointment."

Blind and flirtatious again!I looked at Fan Dongfang with a faint smile: "If the teacher is willing, I can also generate electricity for love."

Fan Dongfang's indifferent eyes suddenly became deep, he looked at me for a moment, and said in a low voice: "You can try it."

I leaned forward slightly, looked at him with piercing eyes, and joked half-truthfully, "You're not an insulator, are you? Don't try my best to generate electricity, the result is all useless."

Fan Dongfang said with a smile: "The insulating ground can also become a conductor, it depends on your skill."

I looked at him for a moment, and smiled lightly: "Okay, I hope your resistivity is not too high."

Fan Dongfang asked me: "Will you be scared away?"

I thought about it, and said, "If you don't challenge my three views, I probably won't."

Fan Dongfang gave a low laugh, glanced at his watch, and issued an order to evict the guest: "It's getting late, you go back and rest first, I'll go to the intensive care unit to take a look."

I got up, picked up the garbage bag, and asked as I followed him out, "Is this Mr. Li in the intensive care unit the same Mr. Li from Xicheng?"

Fan Dongfang nodded: "That's right."

Mr. Li started from scratch, and the property has become more and more prosperous in the hands of his two sons, but the business is not very clean.I frowned and reminded Fan Dongfang: "Be careful."

Fan Dongfang laughed: "Don't worry, nothing will happen. Even if you have to worry, you can only worry that I am too good to be forced into a marriage by them."

I stared at his waist and hips from behind and gave a high degree of affirmation to his charm, but my mouth hurt him: "Do you have any wrong perception of your own charm?"

Fan Dongfang turned his head and glanced at me with a half-smile: "Maybe, it hasn't been conducted yet after all."

This is really Bai Meisheng looking back and smiling!My heart was numb by the strong hormonal breath, and I said with a smile: "Then you must hold on to it, don't just conduct electricity with anyone."

Fan Dongfang gave a low laugh and didn't answer. I can take it as his silent acquiescence.

When I got home, my brain was always in a state of excitement, and I didn't feel sleepy.

I sat in the study, turned on the computer, and registered a new blog, and the nickname was "Daji" by accident.

"Our first acquaintance didn't have any special plots worth remembering. However, when I close my eyes and think about it, that encounter seems to be just yesterday. I even remember his every smile, every word he said, and I remember meeting him. Every decoration in the private room."

Like a young boy in his first love, I began to record our acquaintance from the first time I remember meeting.

Oh, no, in fact, I am a young boy who is in the first love at heart, but on the surface it seems to be very easy to handle.