The winery colleagues think I'm smart

Autumn leaves fall, the temperature is just right, it is a good time to go out.

Yuan Asuka stepped into the elevator of Mihua Hospital's building, found a place to stand, and realized that someone was staring at him from behind.

So he took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and looked down, only to find that it was a little boy wearing glasses.

He was shorter than ordinary primary school students, with black hair and black-rimmed glasses, and a pair of eyes that looked at him inquiringly, and couldn't hide his curious gaze.

Yuan Asuka asked: "Little friend, what are you looking at?"

The boy was taken aback, he didn't expect Yuan Asuka to be so sensitive, he noticed his gaze.

Seeing this, the girl beside him knelt down and asked, "Conan, what's wrong?"

It turns out that the boy's name is Conan, and he is indeed like the detective described by Conan Doyle, who is curious about everything.

Yuan Asuka thought to himself, and was about to put the sunglasses back on again.

Under the gaze of the girl, Conan explained a few words in a panic: "Sister Lan, it's nothing, I'm just curious about what this brother wants to do when he comes to the hospital."

Xiaolan was stunned: "Huh?" She just noticed a handsome face in front of her.

The white skin is not pale and weak, but more like the texture of white porcelain that has not been exposed to the sun for many years. Viewed from the side, the delicate cheek contour lines, coupled with the slightly protruding phoenix eyes, silently reveal nobleness.

He was wearing a white shirt with a black tie, and a long black cape. The black and white classic combination made this person simple and stylish, and even the value of the sunglasses in the opponent's hand soared a hundred times.

"Because you see, this brother moves freely. He doesn't look like he's injured or sick. He doesn't have anything to visit, and he doesn't look like he's here to visit acquaintances, so I'm curious." Conan said more and more vigorously. , the speed of speech is faster.

Also because he was immersed in his own words, he didn't notice that Mao Lilan's face was getting uglier.

"Conan, what nonsense are you talking about, hurry up and apologize to the other party!"

Seeing Yuan Asuka's thoughtful expression, Mao Lilan blushed with shame, and pressed Conan's head in the direction of Yuan Asuka.

Conan didn't think he was in trouble again, but under Mao Lilan's authority, he scratched his head and said nothing.

Yuan Asuka didn't care about what he said, and smiled slightly: "Your reasoning is wrong, kid, I'm here to see a doctor."

Conan's eyes widened, not believing that his reasoning was wrong.

Yuan Asuka said: "All reasoning is based on having enough information to get the real result."

With a beep, the elevator stopped, and Yuan Asuka pointed to the big characters on the door with his sunglasses: "You may not know that Mihua Hospital has opened a new department."

Conan opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at the department of psychology and psychiatry in front of him.

So that person really came to see a doctor.

The elevator door closed slowly, and Xiaolan covered her mouth and couldn't help but say: "I never thought that such a handsome and normal person would have such a disease."

For the first time, Conan did not refute Xiaolan's point of view, because he was still immersed in the feeling that his reasoning failed.

When Yuan Asuka walked into the psychiatric department, he saw a man in hospital clothes running towards him.

"I'm not sick! I'm going home!"

"Don't try to keep me here!"

The man followed a group of people, including family members and nurses.

Yuan Asuka turned sideways and saw the man chasing the elevator that had just been closed, seeing that he couldn't get on the elevator, he climbed onto the window beside him, making a gesture to jump downstairs.

The family members and nurses who followed him did not dare to provoke him, so they could only talk in a low voice.

"He was severely irritated. It seems that he will really stay in the hospital for a while."

"It's still too stressful."

Yuan Asuka left from the side indifferently.

Faced with this kind of thing, he has long been very familiar with it.

After arriving at a psychiatric hospital, the more you tell others that you are not sick, the more people here will think you are sick, and the more you need medical treatment.

So according to his experience, as long as he obediently obeys the psychiatrist's advice and receives treatment, he can escape from the psychiatric hospital smoothly.

The only problem with this approach is that he still needs to see a psychiatrist for rechecks now and then.

Hara Asuka pushed open the office with Fudo Kyosuke's name on it familiarly, and had been waiting for him for a long time to see the handsome young psychiatrist.

"Long time no see, Mr. Yuan, how are you doing recently?"

Yuan Asuka pulled away the chair specially prepared for him and sat down with no expression on his face: "Not bad."

Fudo Kyosuke asked while recording: "How is your sleep recently? Have you had any nightmares?"

"Fortunately, no."

"Did anything weird happen?"

"No, I think it's quite normal."

The pen in Fudo Kyosuke's hand paused for a moment: "Is there no memory gap?"

Hara Asuka knew what Fudo Kyosuke wanted to ask. For patients with split personality, they usually have more than two personalities in their bodies. When the secondary personality occupies the body, the main personality will not have this memory during the period.

From this, Fudo Kyosuke judged the condition of Hara Asuka's split personality.

Yuan Asuka put an end to his conjecture with affirmative words: "There is no problem."

That being the case, Fudo Kyosuke continued with a smile on his face: "Have you insisted on taking medicine? Do you need me to prescribe some more medicine?"

Yuan Asuka said without hesitation: "Take it, there are two last pills left, you can take it."

Seeing that there was no problem with the amount of medicine left over from what he had calculated, Fudo Kyosuke took out the prescription and said while writing, "Recently, the situation has been stable and maintained well. One last question, what day is tomorrow?"

Yuan Asuka replied: "Wednesday."

Fudo Kyosuke nodded in satisfaction, and then handed him the prescription: "Let's stop here for today's review. I will send the results to the mailbox. Remember to take these medicines."

Yuan Asuka took a look at the prescription, stuffed it into the pocket of the windbreaker, and said goodbye to the psychiatrist politely.

Walking out of the office door, Hara Asuka couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he stopped a passerby before coming, and asked about yesterday, today, and tomorrow's date, and he didn't make a mistake when answering Futo Kyosuke.

For Yuan Asuka, this reexamination is unnecessary at all, as he doesn't have split personality at all.

More than a decade ago, he found himself dressed as a child in a single-parent family.

Because of time travel and unfamiliarity with the language, Yuan Asuka became a silent autistic patient.

If he has the guidance of his parents, he may grow up well.

But he was originally a single-parent family and his incompetent father was packed up and sent to a psychiatric hospital. He stayed there for 12 years and his condition worsened.

From autism to split personality, in recent years, the sequelae of split personality, time dislocation disorder, have also appeared.

This symptom originated from a sudden day when Hara Asuka began to be unable to tell the date, and the reversed time caused a huge change in his whole being.

This symptom led the psychiatrist to judge that his schizophrenia was getting worse.

More importantly, Yuan Asuka's guardian also thinks so.

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Back in his car, Yuan Asuka first sent a text message to the guardian.

[The review has been completed, and the report will be sent to the mailbox later.Golden Rhyme]

[Well done, Gin's task is a bit troublesome, I need your strength. 】

The phone quickly received a reply, even though the person who replied did not sign the payment, Yuan Asuka knew that his guardian must have assigned him a task again.

Turned on the phone to see, sure enough.

Knowing that his adopted son is sick, but still arranging tasks constantly, is there only such a guardian in the world who would be so foolish?

Even though he was complaining in his heart, Yuan Asuka still called Gin Jiu.

The phone rang twice and the other party connected, but there was no reply. There were only two people breathing intertwined on the phone.

Yuan Asuka asked directly, "Where are you?"

Only then did Gin's cold voice come over: "Golden Rhyme?"

Yuan Asuka: "It's me, the boss asked me to assist you, where is it?"

Gin gave an address, and Yuan Asuka had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and drive there.

In a dark and remote alley, a black Porsche had been parked for a long time, and another ordinary Beetle slowly parked beside the Porsche.

The windows of the two cars were rolled down at the same time, revealing the gin chewing on a cigarette and Yuan Asuka staring straight ahead.

Qin Jiu frowned the first time he saw Yuan Asuka and asked, "Why are you?"

Seeing that Gin Jiu was still disgusted, Yuan Asuka was a little unhappy: "I just went to the hospital for a review and received a message from BOSS, so I had to rush here first."

Gin was silent with a cigarette in his mouth, Yuan Asuka continued: "What task, let's talk about it first."

A week ago, an undercover agent next to a certain politician discovered that the politician's attitude had suddenly changed and he refused to continue to cooperate with the organization. In order to avoid retaliation from the organization, he also planned to leak the organization's information to the police, so that the police would wipe out the organization.

This is a typical politician's behavior. The organization has done things for him, and he has benefited, but he doesn't want to pay the price, so he beats him up.

This is not how business is done these days. The boss who heard the news asked Qin Jiu to confirm the truth. If it was true, he would get rid of the other party and destroy the information related to the organization, so as not to let the police seize the handle.

Gin is here today for this purpose.

"Understood, you are in charge of commanding and clearing all possible remaining information, and someone else needs to be responsible for the assassination?" Yuan Asuka said simply and rudely.

Gin nodded, and then lit the cigarette on his mouth.

Yuan Feiniao left a sentence and drove away again: "Understood, people will come later."

Vodka, who was helping to drive, couldn't understand this scene, and asked weakly, "Brother, what's going on? Who is that?"

Gin lit a cigarette out of the window, nodded and said, "Jin Laim, he has organized since he was very young, and he was not given a code name until recently. It's normal that you didn't know it before."

Vodka had heard this code name a long time ago, and suddenly realized: "So he is Gold Rhyme."

While the two were talking, another person came in from outside.

It was a man wearing a peaked cap. The cap covered most of his face, making it difficult to see his appearance. The man was slowly approaching the side of the car with a cello case.

Vodka saw a stranger coming, and wanted to call out to stop him, but Gin raised his hand to stop him.

Under Vodka's gaze, the man familiarly opened the rear door of the Porsche, put the cello case into the back seat, and then sat on it.

The man said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go."