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Xu Xing hummed all the way to Zhou Yu'an's ward, proudly sprinkled the ticket on Zhou Yu'an's body.

Zhou Yu'an picked up the ticket and looked at it carefully for a long time, the corners of his mouth almost turned up to his ears.

Xu Xing clicked his tongue: "Look at how happy you are, posting tickets for others by yourself, a bit spineless."

Zhou Yu'an squinted at him, and said suspiciously: "You still talk about me, but you are as happy as if you picked up money. You won't lie to my little sister outside again, right?"

Xu Xing sat on the chair and leaned back, stretching his long legs, and said with a smile: "What's so happy about picking up money, I'm not short of money. It's just meeting an old friend."

old friend?Zhou Yu'an had a hard time imagining that such an elegant word could come out of Xu Xing's mouth, "Ex-girlfriend?"

Xu Xing shook his head, he almost forgot what his ex-girlfriend looked like.

Although the medical incident at Hannan Hospital did not cause serious casualties, it was still on the news in Wenhua City, and there were divergent opinions and rumors.

Song Dixin saw the news on his mobile phone, and there were many videos of the scene of the accident. He recognized Zhong Fuchu at a glance. In the video, Zhong Fuchu had been resisting the attack of the troublemaker. Although he was obviously injured, But he never fought back, but his face was terrifying.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was only a psychiatrist, he knew a lot about the current medical chaos.A male emergency doctor in a hospital was knocked to the ground by a drunk patient. The doctor fought back, but was bitten back. Finally, the local police fined the doctor for assaulting others.

Nowadays, there are endless medical disputes. Which doctor should not try his best to endure, otherwise, if things get serious, it will not only be as simple as a fine.

Just as Song Dixin was about to call to express his condolences to Zhong Fuchu, he slid to another video with a catchy title: Male doctor at Hannan Hospital beats patient's family.

The video was shot with a mobile phone, and it was shaky for only a few seconds. You can only see a tall male doctor locking a young man with his back to him by the neck, violently flipping him to the ground, then lifting his foot and stomping on it. The wrist was crushed, and then the people on the ground screamed, and the video stopped here abruptly.

This series of actions was crisp and neat, with some deliberate torture, like seeking revenge, completely out of the scope of defense.

Song Dixin's heart fluttered, and the number of videos played increased. He saw a lot of scolding in the comments, some criticized the doctor for beating his family, and some spoke for the doctor.

The sensitivity of the psychiatrist made him feel bad. Zhong Fuchu had a post-traumatic stress reaction, and now he doesn't know what kind of stimulation he received, which may bring new difficulties to his treatment.

He hurriedly called Zhong Fuchu, planning to have another psychological consultation at night, but found Zhong Fuchu's voice on the phone was very calm, as if nothing had happened.

In the dean's office of Hannan Hospital, Fu Ning looked at Zhong Fuchu who had just returned from the police station, and said earnestly, "Xiao Zhong, how could you fight back? Now that video is going viral, public opinion is very unfavorable to our hospital !"

The family members who were put down by Zhong Fuchu before are now sluggishly lying in the hospital. There is nothing wrong with it, but the wrist muscles are slightly contused, but they are clamoring for compensation, or they will file a lawsuit.

Shao Fengwen on the side stood up immediately, his eyebrows were on fire, and he retorted loudly: "President Fu, the incident happened suddenly at that time, and the hospital security was not in place for a long time. If Xiao Zhong hadn't been protecting me, I'm afraid I would have lost my life!"

Fu Ning knew that Director Shao had always valued Zhong Fuchu, and he was blaming the hospital's security issues inside and out, so he frowned with his hands behind his back and said, "Didn't that group of people do anything to Xiao Zhong in the first place? It's just that his hand was injured. It’s perfectly fine to stand in a stalemate until the security guards come up, why did you suddenly fight back impulsively?!”

Zhong Fuchu, who had been silent all this time, stood up, his height made him condescend to the short dean in front of him, he glanced at the pennant on the wall that read "Save the dying and heal the wounded", and said with a sneer, "My patient was attacked. Shouldn't his doctor have shot?"

Fu Ning couldn't help but took a step back, his tone softened, and sighed: "That's the internal conflict between the patients, not the doctor-patient conflict, we don't have to intervene at all." The implication is that even if the patient is The hospital is not responsible for the injuries, but the troublemakers.

There was sarcasm in Zhong Fuchu's eyes, and he didn't speak for a long time. He stared at Fu Ning for a while, then turned around and wanted to go out. For the reputation of our hospital, you go back and do a written review, and the performance salary will be deducted."

Shao Fengwen was about to jump up again, but Zhong Fuchu pressed his shoulders, and he said to Fu Ning: "I will be responsible for the compensation."

In the corridor of the hospital, Shao Fengwen lost his temper without any scruples, and cursed: "If the old director is here, this matter will not be handled like this at all. The old director may sue those people in court!"

Xie Jinqian, the former dean of Hannan Hospital, was known as a ruthless character, but he has retired now and rarely returns to Hannan Hospital.

Shao Fengwen saw Zhong Fuchu's face calm on the side, and remembered that this was caused by himself after all, he felt a little more guilty towards Zhong Fuchu, and said: "I am responsible for this matter, you are implicated by me, and the patient's family is responsible for it." I will be responsible for the compensation and follow-up treatment, I will feel at ease if you take care of your injuries."

Zhong Fuchu said, "I am also responsible."

At that time, he saw Zhou Yu'an being kicked to the ground, curled up in a ball and screaming in pain, which really made him a little out of control, and it could have been solved in a better way.

Shao Fengwen shook his head again and again, and said: "Xiao Zhong, if you think about what I told you before, just tell me. If you don't think about it, don't worry. Anyway, I've been waiting for your news."

Zhong Fuchu responded: "I will think about it carefully."

When the two returned to the office, it was already dark. Shao Fengwen hurried back to celebrate his daughter's birthday, and asked Zhong Fuchu if he wanted to go together, but Zhong Fuchu said, "I'll go back later and check the room."

"It's all over, you worked so hard today, you should go back and rest early. Or which room do you want to check the patients in? I'll call and ask Xiao Guo to help you look at it." Shao Fengwen persuaded.

"No, I'd better go and see for myself."

Before Zhong Fuchu finished speaking, Shao Fengwen had already come to his senses. He shook his head with a smile, and suddenly remembered that there was another person in this hospital that Zhong Fuchu was worried about.

"I see, is your sweetheart right?" Shao Fengwen waved his hands with a meaningful smile, "Then I'll go first, go back and comfort my daughter."

Shao Fengwen picked up the bag, and before leaving, he said: "Xiao Zhong, young people must take the initiative, be gentle and considerate, so as to seize the opportunity."

Zhong Fuchu froze in place, still thinking about what he said earlier.

Zhou Yu'an was watching the news on the hospital bed, and the more he watched, the more angry he became.

That video was clearly a slander taken out of context. It looked like Zhong Fuchu took the initiative to attack his family members, but the real situation was that Zhong Fuchu fought back for him.

He had just scolded the troll in the comments when he saw the door of the ward open, and Zhong Fuchu walked in with a lunch box in his hand.

When Zhou Yuan saw Zhong Fuchu, he forgot all his troubles, he threw down his phone and jumped off the bed excitedly, jumped over and said with a smile: "I thought you went back!"

When Zhong Fu first saw him making such big moves, he frowned unconsciously, and said coldly, "Go back to bed."

Zhou Yuan pursed his lips, obediently went back to the bed and sat down, watching Zhong Fuchu set up the table, put the food on it one by one, and finally inserted all the yogurt straws before putting them on the table, obviously his hands were quite strong inconvenient.

Zhou Yu'an felt that Zhong Fuchu seemed to be extra considerate today, so he pushed forward: "Doctor Zhong, can you stay with me for a while? I'll show you a live show for dinner." He took Zhong Fuchu's arm and shook it, smiling very flatteringly. .

Zhong Fuchu had an appointment with Song Dixin at night, he glanced at Zhou Yu'an's restless hands, hesitated for a while, and said, "I have something to do tonight."

Reluctant, Zhou Yu'an leaned his forehead against Zhong Fuchu's chest, rubbed it, and sniffed: "Just stay with me for a while, okay? If you leave, no one will talk to me."

Zhong Fuchu's upper body was slightly stiff, he looked at the top of Zhou Yu'an's head, the soft hair was a little messed up, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to gently cover it.

Zhou Yu'an saw that she hadn't responded for a long time, so she raised her head and knocked her pointed chin on Zhong Fuchu's body. Looking up, she happened to see Zhong Fuchu's raised hand and wandering and flustered eyes.

Just as Zhong Fuchu was about to withdraw his hand, Zhou Yu'an grabbed him and placed him on top of his head.

Zhou Yu'an seemed to understand his thoughts, bent his eyes and said with a smile: "Rub me."

Zhong Fuchu pursed his lips tightly, moved his fingers, and his smooth black short hair slipped through his fingers. Zhou Yu'an squinted his eyes like a cat, more obedient than ever.

He couldn't help but slid his hand down, caressing Zhou Yu'an's thin and soft ears, Zhou Yu'an trembled slightly, turned his cheek and gently rubbed against Zhong Fuchu's palm.

Zhong Fuchu withdrew his hand abruptly, took a step back, and said without looking away: "I'll go back first, you... go to bed early at night." After speaking, he turned around and left quickly.

Zhou Yu'an touched his face, thinking to himself that there would be a day when he would not succeed in acting like a baby?

In the study room at night, Song Dixin observed the owner of the opposite house. Except that his right hand was bandaged, he was indeed the same as before. There was no hostility in his eyes in the video, and even a little more calmness that had been ironed.

Song Dixin returned to the topic and said: "Mr. Zhong, I heard what happened in your courtyard today. It is really heartbreaking. I see that your hand is injured. Is it serious?"

He gently put his hand on Zhong Fuchu's right hand as if unintentionally, as if he wanted to check the injury, but Zhong Fuchu quickly moved his hand away, with a faint look of guard in his eyes, and said coldly: "No. serious."

Song Dixin wrote down "disgusting to physical contact" in his heart, and asked with a constant smile: "I saw a video of you in the news, what do you think now?"

Zhong Fuchu let go of his vigilance and said: "This kind of situation is not uncommon in the hospital, I have long been used to it."

Song Dixin heaved a sigh of relief. Ever since he got to know Zhong Muyuan, he had been a little worried about Zhong Fuchu's mental state, and now it seemed that he was worrying too much.

That's right, people like Zhong Fuchu have a colder heart than ordinary people, so they are not as fragile as he thought.

Song Dixin changed the diagnosis and treatment plan, and decided not to blindly dig into Zhong Fuchu's past, which did not help the disease at all, but caused the person concerned to fall into bad memories.

There is a method of treatment in psychology called narrative therapy.

Everyone's life is composed of "stories" he has experienced, happy, tragic, painful... The traumatized people feel hopeless and depressed because they regard the "problem story" as their own life when they "narrate" the story. main line.

What the psychological counselor has to do is to further develop those unexpected, accidental, and pleasant "beautiful stories" that make patients feel happy, so that these inconspicuous "branch lines" become more and more distinct, and the "problem stories" that were conspicuous at the beginning " is no longer prominent, and finally "beautiful stories" gradually become the main line of life.

The first thing he has to do now is to find out whether there is such an opportunity. Zhong Fuchu once got out of the control of the "problem story". That opportunity may be his "beautiful story".

"I heard from Ye Lang that you had a girlfriend when you were in college. It seems that you have been treating your father in your hospital recently. Are you..."

Song Dixin made an expression of "you understand", he thought that if that college love was good for Zhong Fuchu, it would be a good thing to take the opportunity to continue to develop now.

Zhong Fuchu frowned, he wondered if someone had announced this matter to the world, he looked a little displeased and said:

"No, we are just ordinary friends."

Song Dixin thought that he was just resisting on the surface, so he smiled and said: "My first love was in high school, and the memory is very deep. Unfortunately, we are not in the same university, and the contact has faded. Some time ago, I heard that she got married, and I felt uncomfortable for a while. .Did you contact her after graduation?"

Song Dixin tried to resonate with Zhong Fuchu with his own experience.

"No, I just saw it recently." Zhong Fuchu answered simply.

"...Then what memorable things did you do at that time? For example, was there a romantic date?"

"Forgot, probably not."

"..."

Undeterred, Song Dixin asked Zhong Fuchu about his memories of junior high school and high school, trying to dig out some beautiful moments, but the result was nothing but nothingness.

He originally wanted to ask Zhong Fuchu about Zhong Yuan, but thinking that Zhong Yuan has been dead for so many years, even if he has good memories, now there is only regret and pain, so it is better not to ask.

Song Dixin sighed secretly, this is a contradictory person, he is indifferent to fame and fortune, ignorant of love, his life is carefully planned and calculated, without any surprises, it seems that he should live a peaceful life, But it is often shackled by childhood memories.

Zhong Fuchu had been keenly aware of Song Dixin's intentions, and said bluntly: "Doctor Song, you can tell what you think, and I will try my best to cooperate." There is no need to beat around the bush like this.

Song Dixin smiled and said: "Then I asked directly, have you ever had something unexpected but happy happen to you at a certain moment, or, when you were immersed in the past, did something make you shift away?" attention?"

He didn't have any hope at first, thinking that Zhong Fuchu would simply say no, but he fell silent.

Song Dixin ignited a glimmer of confidence and waited patiently. After an unknown amount of time, the person opposite finally spoke:

"Maybe." His tone was hesitant.

"Why maybe?"

"Because I don't know how long it will be."

Maybe tomorrow will become a stranger, the beauty will disappear, and life will return here, as always.

Song Dixin lifted his spirits and said persuasively: "No matter how long it takes, since it makes you different, then you must try to keep it and let it become your beautiful story."

"A beautiful story." Zhong Fuchu repeated this somewhat strange word.

"Yes, a beautiful story that belongs to you, a beautiful story that makes you so fascinated that you are willing to let go of the past."