you are unspeakable

Chen Min hung up the phone first, Wang Qi didn't know if she calmed down in the end, he could only bear Chen Min's accusation silently, holding the phone with a black screen, Wang Qi lowered his head and pulled his hair fiercely with his hands.

Pain came from the broken palms from the exertion, and the sockets of the eyes were sore. Wang Qi wanted to cry again, but this time the tears couldn't come down.Just flustered, very, very flustered.

He came to the hospital. Three hours ago, he called a psychiatrist and made an appointment for a consultation at three o'clock in the afternoon.

There are not many psychological counselors and psychiatrists in Xuancheng, and half of them, Wang Qi, have been registered and seen a doctor, but he cannot evaluate the quality of these counselors and doctors. The feeling after the consultation, because he has good times and bad times, maybe the abilities of those doctors are very good, but he is too difficult to save.

This is the first time I saw this doctor Wang Qi today. His surname is Liu. He is a young male doctor in his 20s. He wears a pair of rimless glasses and looks gentle and gentle. His consultation fee is 400 yuan an hour.

The nurse led Wang Qi into the consultation room. Dr. Liu was wearing a white coat and smiled and led Wang Qi to sit on the warm yellow sofa. The nurse poured him a glass of warm water and went out. Dr. Liu sat on him with a notebook and a pen. On the opposite side, Wang Qi was gently asking for advice: "Hi, my surname is Liu, and you can call me Dr. Liu. Is it okay for our consultation to officially start in 2 minutes? Before that, I would like to ask for your opinion. Can I take notes with a pen?"

Wang Qi looked up at him, and Liu Wen saw a pair of lifeless eyes.

Wang Qi's face is pale, and there are dark circles under his eyes that cannot be ignored. His hair is greasy and wet, there is a trace of sewage drying on one sleeve, there are traces of friction on his trousers, and there are serious abrasions on the palms of his hands.

"Did you try to commit suicide today?" Liu Wen asked him.

Wang Qi shook her head slowly, and said: "No, I just had a car accident." After thinking for a while, Wang Qi added: "It's not serious, the person who hit me lost money."

He spoke very slowly and his voice was very low. Liu Wen listened carefully, and he was relieved when the man on the other side said that he did not commit suicide. After all, Wang Qi really looks like an attempted suicide now. of visitors.

"Although it is your right to choose death, as a doctor, I still hope that you can live," Liu Wen said, "Maybe you can't live well, but at least you can live on. Let's start today. Do you think it's okay?"

Wang Qi nodded, and he took out his case from the inside of the bag, and he put the miscellaneous ones on the long table in front of him: "This is, mine, the case," Wang Qi withdrew her hand: "I I'm a little tired, I don't really want to talk, Doctor Liu, you should look at it first."

Liu Wen was not very interested in these cases, but he still looked through them one by one, and then said: "These cases are very clearly written, and I also know that you have a medical history of about five years and intermittent medication for about four years. Shi, but these are you in the past, at least..." Liu Wen glanced at the time on the most recent case book: "You were half a year ago, and what I want to discuss with you now is the you now, the you today ,May I?"

Wang Qi was stunned for a moment.

He has done many consultations, and most doctors will look back at his past from now on, and even take him back to his childhood. They try to explain his current situation with childhood grief and misfortune, to correct his cognition, Or to find a scapegoat for all the misfortunes he's been through.

Wang Qi is used to this kind of consultation. Although most of the consultation process tends to be homogeneous, he will have a little expectation before each consultation. Maybe this time the doctor can be different and can save me. ...So whenever he feels that he can't hold the reins of his emotions, he still subconsciously seeks out a psychiatrist. This is not because he is praying for psychological counseling to completely save him. Signals can be perceived by humans.

But the difference between Liu Wen and other psychiatrists made Wang Qi suddenly curious.

"Today's me?" Wang Qi asked suspiciously, "Today's me, what's wrong?"

"Talk about who you are today, who you are today, why did you choose to register for consultation? Why not yesterday, why not tomorrow?"

Liu Wen stopped him from asking, and he began to think slowly, trying to find the reason, and then organize his words, but the moment he was about to answer, these preparations suddenly felt meaningless, and he slowly felt tired from the bottom of his heart , the exported words also become short three words.

"do not know."

"It's okay," Liu Wen comforted him in a timely manner: "We can talk about other things, can you tell me why I didn't bandage the wound?"

Wang Qi looked down at the horrific wound on his hand, and said routinely: "It hurts, it will be comfortable, I will, self-mutilation."

Liu Wen was not surprised by Wang Qi's answer: "What is the frequency of self-harm this month?"

"No," Wang Qi thought for a while: "I want to be good. This month, I will go to work very regularly, regularly, like a robot, and will not harm myself."

One hour is very fast. For Liu Wen, seeing Wang Qi for the first time, one hour was not even enough for him to make an assessment of Wang Qi. On the surface, Wang Qi obeyed the consulting room very well. But in fact, he has experience in many psychological consultations, and he even led the entire consultation several times during the consultation process. He is very skilled and has a deep understanding of his own situation.

It is not only about physical diseases, but also about psychological diseases.

If you want to talk about the difference, it is probably the same as doctors who treat physical diseases. Patients who become doctors from their own illnesses often lack systematic connectivity. Good doctors see comprehensively and deeply, but they only grasp one point and one aspect.

Liu Wen is still a psychiatrist. After the consultation, he prescribed Wang Qi medicine and asked him to take the medicine on time.

The medicines are still the same. Wang Qi nodded and promised the doctor to take the medicine well.

Liu Wen personally sent Wang Qi out of the hospital. When he was in the corridor, the sun at four o'clock in the afternoon made the clouds in the sky glow golden yellow, as beautiful as fried eggs for breakfast.

Liu Wen looked up and suddenly felt a little hungry. He paused, pointed to the sky outside the window, and asked Wang Qi, "Does it look good?"

Wang Qi turned her head and looked at it for a long time, but did not answer.

He doesn't know if it's good or not, maybe with the eyes of ordinary people, with the eyes of discovering beauty, it's very good-looking, beautiful, and... a small fortune in life, but in Wang Qi's eyes, such a scenery But it doesn't make any sense.

So he was silent, he didn't know what language to use to answer Liu Wen.

Although Liu Wen asked such a question, he didn't expect Wang Qi's answer. He smiled and said, "I can understand that you can't feel the beauty of life in this state, but since you are looking for a doctor, it is I still have a glimmer of hope in life, Wang Qi, if you have time, let's have a relationship, maybe it will be useful."

Wang Qi opened her mouth, but also did not answer.

After Wang Qi left, Liu Wen prescribed medicine for several other mental patients, and then the phone rang.

"Come out for a drink," Li Xinglu said in a relaxed voice, "It used to be that bar next to your house."

"Are you done?" Liu Wen asked him while tidying up the desk.

"The project is over. I just sent the people from the headquarters away at noon. I think I will be free for a few weeks." Li Xinglu walked into the garage: "It's been a long time since you returned to China? Why don't we give our old classmates face?"

"No," Liu Wen replied with a smile, "I'll go there after get off work."

When Liu Wen heard about it, Li Xinglu had already had a drink with some good-looking boys. Liu Wen shook his head, walked to their table, and patted Li Xinglu on the shoulder.

Li Xinglu shook his wine glass, turned around to see him, and smiled and closed his long legs: "Hurry up, come in and sit down."

Li Xinglu was wearing a black silk shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, revealing a beautiful collarbone and a little pectoral muscle. He matched it with a pair of black cropped slacks of the same color, and a pair of gray sneakers on his feet. It looks very attractive, the sleeves are rolled up, the muscles of the forearm are smooth and beautiful, wearing an expensive watch, all the hair is combed back, revealing a smooth forehead, Liu Wen approached him, and he could still smell a faint men's perfume the taste of.

Sexy and charming.

No wonder there are several good-looking little brothers around their seat.

And Liu Wen and Li Xinglu are completely different types. Li Xinglu is both wild and sexy, and when he is serious, he looks a bit domineering, while Liu Wen is an elite model who carves gentleness into his bones. , He is also wearing a shirt and trousers, but it is in a frigid style, and the buttons are all buttoned up neatly, which looks out of place in this wine-filled place.

But he skillfully sat down and poured the wine, and then clinked glasses with Li Xinglu. The two of them didn't talk much. One drank while flirting with the little boys around, and the other drank silently, fingers following the frequency of the music on the glass table. lightly on.

The wine was almost drunk, Li Xinglu patted Liu Wen on the shoulder, and the two left the bar one after the other.

As soon as he left the bar, Liu Wen felt that his ears were much clearer. He let out a long sigh of relief, unbuttoned a button on his neck, and said, "It's so noisy."

Li Xinglu chuckled, the temperature in the bar was high, his hairstyle was messed up a bit, and a few strands of hair hung down from his forehead, adding a bit of laziness and casualness to him. He put one hand in his pocket and walked in the Beside Liu Wen, he glanced at the blush in the corners of his eyes after drinking, and said with a smile: "Look at you, you have become a gentleman after only a few years abroad, how can I remember when you were in college, you liked clubbing the most? Dee, among our brothers, you are the most excited at night."

"Really?" Liu Wen thought of something, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth: "This is not a job anymore, you have to be more serious."