Grumpy emperor dressed as my second personality

In the next second, a system prompt pops up on the page: Collect all 66 hearts to unlock the text communication function.

This is a great temptation.

This little pink heart came out of a little man's heart, is that to make the little man happy?

Jiang Chi tentatively touched Xiao Naituan's head, heart +1

Touch it again, heart +1

If this is the case, the 66 hearts do not seem to be difficult.

Jiang Chi continued to touch. This time there was no pink heart, but a small heart appeared instead. The gray heart split from the middle, and then slowly disappeared into the screen. Jiang Chi subconsciously looked up at the upper left corner, behind the heart-shaped bar. The number changed from 3 to 2.

"..."

The little Naituanzi frowned, and had a conversation on the top of his head: Why do you always touch my head?

This……

Jiang Chi stared at the Q version of the two-headed little man in the picture, and sighed, why?It's not just to make you happy, to make you work hard, and when you are full of care, you can have a good chat with you.

The little milk dumpling stared at the top for a while, but did not wait for an answer, and asked again: Then why did you save me?

"..."

There is no way to answer this question. It seems that we really have to unlock 66 hearts as soon as possible. It is too strenuous to chat with only answering "yes" and "no".

Seeing that Xiaotuanzi was still looking around, Jiang Chi thought for a while, and lightly touched Xiaonaituan's right arm, are you healed?

The little milk ball froze for a moment, and then a little pink heart with angel wings popped out from its chest, and it fell into the heart-shaped strip leisurely, and a dialog popped up above its head: Were you there the night I was assassinated by the assassin?

This heart came suddenly, cute and warm, as if it flew directly into his heart through the screen, and the irritability that had lasted from before going out to now was instantly driven away.

Jiang Chi thought for a while, then pinched the little milk dumpling's left hand that was not holding the pen and shook it, because he was not there that night.

Little Naituan tilted her head in doubt: Then how do you know that my arm was injured?

Jiang Chi: "..."

There are a hundred thousand reasons for this little thing. The main reason is that these questions are completely beyond the scope of the current system and cannot be answered.

Jiang Chi tried hard to think about how to use non-literal language to communicate, the station announcement sounded in the carriage, and as soon as he got out of the subway exit, he received a call from Aunt Zhao, saying that his sister had been looking for him since she woke up.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chi put away his cell phone and trot down the historic stone road in the West City of Longcheng, his gloomy mood was dispelled by the sunlight.

Affiliated Hospital of Longda University, Department of Pediatrics, Autism Clinic.

Jiang Chi handed over the outpatient medical record: "Doctor Song, this is the medical record of the previous diagnosis at Longxi County People's Hospital."

Song Pei first patted Shi Tong's head, nodded, and took over the medical records with a gentle smile to look through.

If he hadn't read the doctor's resume when he registered, Jiang Chi would not have believed that the young man with a sunny face in front of him was a well-known autism expert in China.

In terms of resume introduction, Dr. Song Pei studied at Peking University School of Medicine as an undergraduate and a postdoctoral fellow at Stanford, focusing on research on autism in children.

After reading the medical record, Song Pei closed it, took out a toy in the shape of a bunny from the side, and smiled gently, "Little friend, what do you think this is?"

Jiang Chi tilted his head and looked at his younger sister who was sitting next to him. The younger sister didn't answer, but took the little rabbit from Song Pei's hand.

Song Pei smiled, "My little friend, where are the little rabbit's ears?"

Jiang Chi looked at his sister's indifferent appearance, and his heart, which was always calm, became a little anxious for a moment. Song Pei made a downward gesture to him, signaling him not to worry.

Song Pei smiled softly: "Little friend, where are the little rabbit's ears? Can you point it out to brother?"

Jiang Chi's eyes were all on his younger sister. Fortunately, although his younger sister still didn't speak this time, she pointed at the little rabbit's ear with her right index finger.

Jiang Chi relaxed a little, and then Song Pei asked about the little rabbit's tail, belly...my sister pointed them out to the doctor one by one.

After Song Pei asked, she let her play with the little rabbit, then turned on the computer, clicked on a test, entered the information just now, and then asked him about the behaviors of the poet boy in his daily life, entered the system one by one and submitted, The result came out.

Jiang Chi watched his sister playing with the bunny all the time, not interested in everything around him, and frowned, "Doctor Song, how is my sister?"

Song Pei put away the gentleness when he was facing Shitong just now, and now he is facing the results on the computer screen with a serious expression: "I have shown difficulties in social activities and communication. I have language skills, but there are obstacles in using language. I can tell Complete sentences, but inability to engage in normal back-and-forth conversations, inability to respond successfully to others' social interactions, repetitive stereotyped behaviors, and lack of flexibility are typical symptoms of autism in children."

Jiang Chi looked at Song Pei: "Doctor, what should we do now?"

Song Pei looked at him, "Intervention training is needed. My supervisor's research team and I have recently jointly studied a set of game intervention training methods for preschool autistic children. It was published in "Science" last month. Now Long The University Affiliated Hospital opened a game intervention trial class to train children with autism, and also to train parents, teaching them how to intervene correctly."

Jiang Chi didn't hesitate: "We report, doctor."

Song Pei nodded, "This class needs to be accompanied by a direct guardian, because the intervention of autistic children cannot be completed in one class, and parents need to subtly intervene in daily life. Is it convenient for your mother to come to class?"

Jiang Chi glanced at Shitong who was still playing with the little rabbit in his arms: "My mother is gone, I'm his older brother, and I'm always with her every day, so I'll do as long as I come."

Song Pei was taken aback, "I'm sorry."

Jiang Chi shook his head, "It's okay, Doctor Song, please report it to us."

Song Pei nodded, operated on the computer, and gave the card to Jiang Chi after the operation, "You can pay the fee at the self-service machines on the first floor. In addition, I suggest that you terminate your sister's study in the ordinary kindergarten and switch to a special education school for autistic children." .”

Jiang Chi took the medical card and rubbed it in his hand, "But, there are so many children with autism in special schools, what about the social interaction of poets?"

Song Pei rubbed his hands together, "I understand what you mean, you want my sister to accept some social influence in the group of ordinary people, so that she can gradually adapt to the normal social environment."

Jiang Chi nodded, "Yes."

Song Pei thought for a while: "Children with autism go to ordinary kindergartens and study together with children of the same age, which may also promote the relief of symptoms. But children with autism lack a sense of discipline, and it is difficult to fully understand the criticism and praise of teachers. , because of language barriers, there will be barriers to communication with children of the same age, and there may even be a certain sense of fear. Jiang Shitong is now 4 years old. If he can go to the autism special education school for timely behavior intervention and guidance, there is a great possibility It is possible to go to elementary school with normal children."

Jiang Chi hesitated. He didn't like to communicate with others since he was a child, and he didn't have many friends in the class. Yes, he was introverted and indifferent, which was fundamentally different from Shitong's autism. However, it was really hard for him to accept that The younger sister was sent to a special school.

Song Pei took out his mobile phone: "You can scan the QR code and add me on WeChat. My class needs to be communicated with parents at any time. I also have a suggestion for school matters. You can go back and think about it. If you have any questions, just contact me on WeChat."

Jiang Chi scanned the QR code and added Song Pei's WeChat, leading Shitong out of the hospital.

On the subway home, Shi Tong took out the comic books from his schoolbag and looked at them on his own. Jiang Chi saw his sister so quiet, and thought of what Dr. Song said, autistic children are very lonely, even if they are It is also difficult for relatives to enter their hearts, and Jiang Chi felt unspeakable discomfort in his heart.

Shi Tong loves reading since she was a child, and she will draw according to comic books as soon as she can hold a pen. Except for not talking, she is such a well-behaved little girl.

Jiang Chi raised his head, leaned against the hard back of the chair, closed his eyes, and remembered the last words his mother had said to him before she closed her eyes, after taking off the ventilator: "Xiao Chi, help mother to take good care of Shi Tong."

Jiang Chi took a deep breath, tried his best to adjust his emotions, and asked gently like Dr. Song: "Shitong, can my brother take you to the playground?"

The younger sister was still immersed in the comic book, Jiang Chi lightly touched his younger sister's arm, and said patiently, "Shitong, shall we go to the playground?"

Shi Tong looked at him for a while, as if he was trying to understand what he said, Jiang Chi kept his eyes on, and after a long while, his sister finally nodded. Jiang Chi breathed a sigh of relief, and took out his mobile phone to search for the transfer route to the playground.

After playing in the playground, Jiang Chi took his younger sister to eat her favorite beef hot pot. On the way back by subway, it was almost 6 o'clock, and Shi Tong was so tired that he fell asleep leaning on his arm.

Jiang Chi took out his mobile phone, looking for some information on autism, and suddenly saw 9 written in a small red circle in the upper right corner of the Black Tyrant app.

Jiang Chi suddenly remembered that he arrived at the station suddenly on the subway in the morning. He answered Aunt Zhao's call and then went to pick up his sister. He turned off the phone and put it away, forgetting about the little milk dumpling.

What did Xiaonaituanzi ask him at that time?It seems to be asking why you want to save him.

Jiang Chi clicked on the app, but before he could figure out how to answer his question, the system popped up prompts one after another: [6:31 Zhao Chen was puzzled: Why didn't you answer? 】

[6:32 Zhao Chen looked around: Are you still there? 】

[6:35 Zhao Chen is irritable: Are you gone? 】

【Heart-1】

[6:37 Zhao Chen threw down the brush and got up to look around: Are you gone? 】【Heart-1】

[6:39 Zhao Chen sat down, angry: why didn't you tell me when you left? 】【Heart-3】

[6:50 Zhao Chen's psychology: Did I annoy you by talking too much? 】【Heart-5】

[6:52 Zhao Chen's psychology: Will you come tomorrow? 】

【Heart-10】

Jiang Chi subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the heart-shaped bar in the upper left corner. The pink color turned gray again, and it split in the middle. The number behind the heart-shaped bar changed from 3 to -17!

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