[comprehensive] superior skills

After returning home from work in the middle of the night, he managed to get a good night's sleep. Song Ci thought he could stay in bed for a whole day, but before he had breakfast, he was woken up by the doorbell.

"Who else is it!"

Stepping on the slippers with sleepy eyes, she touched the anti-theft chain at the door. The girl who was still sleepy said in a daze, "Did I find the wrong person? I am a new resident who just moved in."

"Little sister Huang Jiamin, I'm a social worker from the Social Welfare Department, you can call me Mrs. Li." The middle-aged woman in a suit and skirt outside the door said kindly.

"Do you have anything to do with me, please?"

Since they were looking for him by name, Song Ci couldn't keep the guests out, so he could only invite Mrs. Li, who claimed to be a social worker, into the living room.

"Oh, it's like this." Mrs. Li took a sip of the fragrant tea, and lightly put the exquisite tea set painted with flowing ink and wash patterns back on the coffee table, "We all know that you have encountered misfortune recently. The SWD and your guardian are very worried that it will have a bad influence on you, so they specially arranged for a psychiatrist to provide counseling and correction."

"Wait a minute, my guardian?" Song Ci had to interrupt, "Isn't my adopter passed away?"

"Yes, I'm talking about your new guardian, Police Officer Huang Yaozu Huang."

Mrs. Li still smiled and said: "You are so young, how can you not have someone to take care of you?"

"Huang Yaozu?"

Song Ci gritted his teeth and squeezed out these three words, "It seems that besides the check, he still has a lot of things to hide from me!"

She knew that there would be no pies in the sky, so she suddenly gave herself 280 million yuan. It turned out that there were conditions attached.

As if she hadn’t expected that the adoption was done without telling the girl, Mrs. Li coughed awkwardly, trying to skip the topic, “The SWD arranged psychological counseling for three months, once a week, and today is the first day to make an appointment. According to the usual practice, I should be responsible for accompanying you there."

"It's because I'm afraid I won't go." Song Ci murmured silently in his heart, and the devil knew whether the higher-ups were afraid that Huang Jiamin would have a psychological shadow or more afraid that she would have bad tendencies.

Since he couldn't escape, Song Ci had no choice but to put on his clothes and go to the reserved psychological clinic with the social worker.

Since she went out without breakfast, her stomach was rumbling unbearably as soon as she sat down before the conversation began.

The gentlemanly and elegant male doctor smiled thoughtfully, "Didn't eat on time. This habit is very bad. I didn't eat breakfast for ten years, and I got a very serious stomach problem as a result."

He took out a box of cream sandwich biscuits from the desk and put it in the hands of the silent girl, "My name is Azhan, and I'm your counselor. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"I'm fine, I'm just a little hungry." Song Ci said looking at the beautifully packaged biscuit box spinelessly.

"Usually every person who comes to me will say the first three words," Azhan picked up the medical records on the table and looked through them. "Actually, many problems are not problems in themselves. How to look at them is what we really need to face. of."

Seeing that the girl kept staring at the box, he walked over to open the lid, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, "It's very fragrant, try it?"

Because Huang Jiamin's body has been in a state of hunger all year round, there is an urgent desire for food hidden in his bones, coupled with his underdeveloped brain, Song Ci's behavior has also been affected.

Although the pure original owner did not leave much negative emotions compared to the accumulation of resentment from the object of her life, her innate dullness remained like a tarsal maggot, and she did not know when it would be Jump out to brush up the sense of presence.

Just like facing the delicious oily biscuits at this moment, Song Ci actually stretched out his delicate fingers to pick up two pieces, and swallowed unconsciously.

When she really realized what she had done, she couldn't help being so ashamed that even the roots of her ears were stained with redness, and she really wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.

"Biscuits are for eating, not for looking at." A Zhan said and made a demonstration of chewing.

Anyway, it's already a shame, why bother to make my stomach suffer.

Song Ci, who comforted himself with the spirit of Ah Q, imitated his actions and ate the biscuits. He wanted to pick up the coffee cup on the table to clear his mouth, but when he lifted the lid of the cup, he found that it contained hot milk.

"It's really taking care of the children." The girl who continued to keep silent couldn't help complaining secretly.

"Since you don't like talking, let me ask questions."

A Zhan took off the cap of the pen and tapped on the medical record twice, "What was your favorite toy when you were in the orphanage? A wooden horse or a Barbie doll?"

"Can not remember."

"What about the first meal after moving to Lu's house, did you go out to celebrate?"

"Can not remember."

"You don't remember anything from the previous 12 years to the last month? Do you not remember or don't want to say?"

Some patients are resistant to revealing the secrets in their hearts, but they don't know that the more they want to forget, the more they remember.

A Zhan stroked heavily on the page, "Do you know when you started talking? Or who was the first person who made you want to talk?"

"It's been too long, I don't remember." No matter what the man opposite asked, Song Ci still used the same old saying.

A Zhan raised another folder, "According to the medical records provided by the orphanage, you never spoke a word before you were taken away by the former adopter, and no one in the neighbors of the Lu family heard your voice, that is to say It won't take you more than three days to recover your language ability, and you can't remember it in such a short period of time?"

The strangest thing is that a child who has not spoken for 12 years can speak so fluently and naturally, and there is no place where the words are inappropriate or difficult to pronounce.

It was as if she had been practicing muttering alone in an unknown place all year round, ready to deliver a shocking blow at any time.

"Maybe I'm a close relative of fish, and I also only have a seven-second memory." Song Ci said deliberately.

"Then do you still remember whether you walked with your left foot or your right foot when you entered the door just now?"

A Zhan carefully observed the girl's expression, saw her brows raised slightly, couldn't help but smiled and said: "Look, when you hear this question, you will think about it unconsciously, which means that your memory is definitely more than seven seconds .”

"Many times, the more we reject a problem, the more we will be troubled by it. Only by facing acceptance can we finally solve and let go of the imaginary enemy."

"Doctor, I don't know what you want to say, can you be more direct." Song Ci was almost hypnotized by this gentle and polite gentleman, and couldn't help asking back.

"I want to know what happened at Lu Zhenguang's house that day, and it will restore your perception in an instant."

As a qualified psychiatrist, understanding patients is far more important than understanding yourself.Especially the special case of Huang Jiamin aroused A Zhan's irresistible thirst for knowledge.

"You won't believe me when I tell you, why waste everyone's time." It was tiring to maintain one movement, Song Ci moved back and let his body lean on the soft sofa back.

"Tell me and see, maybe I will believe it." A Zhan leaned forward, assuming a posture of listening attentively.

Song Ci touched the gauze on his forehead and said with a strange smile: "Did you see this scar on me? It was deliberately gouged out with a paper knife by Lu Zhenguang who wanted to destroy my Heavenly Eye!"

"What happened later?" A Zhan wrote the words "paranoia" in the empty line of the case.

"Later?" Song Ci waved his hand lightly, "Just like the newspaper said, he was condemned by heaven and killed by evil spirits."

"Did you see a ghost catching him with your own eyes, or was it a hallucination you conjured up from too much fear?"

A Zhan found that the patient was particularly fond of those weird abilities that had no scientific basis, and it was easy to over-magnify a little thing and get closer to heresy, so that he could not extricate himself from it, which was a manifestation of extreme insecurity.

When mentioning the tragedy that day, the little girl looked horrified and recalled in a trance: "I saw it with my own eyes! That scoundrel was almost eaten by crows. If it wasn't for God's punishment, how could it be like this!"

She performed very hard. Compared with the indifferent and ruthless executioner who killed without blinking an eye, the higher-ups would definitely prefer to see panicked and sensitive children.

"Maybe one day, when I can't explain things with science, I may need religion to comfort myself."

A Zhan walked out of his seat again, trying to help the patient stabilize his mood, "It's already noon, why don't we make an appointment next time?"

Song Ci said with lingering fear: "Doctor, do you not believe my words?"

"I believe what you said is what you saw." A Zhan's words were reserved. Years of medical experience made him understand how difficult it is to let a person immersed in fantasy come out.

What's more, the patient in front of him is still a child with mental retardation, and the difficulty of treatment is increasing exponentially.

"I can attest that what I say is true!"

The little girl looked around nervously, as if there was a monster hiding in the air.

A Zhan followed her eyes in surprise, "What do you want to say?"

"Doctor, you have always only seen other people's problems, have you noticed any difference around you?" Song Ci whispered furtively as he took a few steps forward.

A Zhan smiled: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Song Ci hesitated again and again, and finally spit out a thunder, "I mean you are haunted by ghosts."

Ah Zhan rarely called out the patient's name seriously, "Huang Jiamin, there are no ghosts in this world!"

The pale-faced little girl suddenly raised her hand and pointed at his chest, "Something you haven't seen doesn't mean it doesn't exist. The ghost I mentioned lives in your heart..."

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely solemn, and the two people in the room seemed to be frozen in an instant.

"Doctor Luo, the reservation time for the restaurant is coming up soon, do you want me to reschedule for you?"

The secretary who knocked on the door awakened the trembling psychiatrist. He blinked vigorously to escape from the white phantom that appeared behind the door inexplicably just now.

"No, thank you, I'll be there right away." A Zhan rubbed his temples and said wearily.

Dr. Luo hastily set the time for follow-up consultation, and Dr. Luo, who was no longer in the mood to continue talking with the patient, hurried to the Spanish restaurant where he had prepared a feast, trying to dispel the dark side of passive acceptance in his heart by relying on the power of food.

Song Ci, who was still lingering at the door of the clinic, watched as the eerie aura gradually dissipated with the departure of the owner, but after a while, it regrouped and wandered in the wind like a shadow.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Respectfully invite your idol to make a cameo appearance, alas.

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