A week later, in the Yuqing Psychological Clinic at 3 pm, there was a soothing tune.
Fang Jiayue was lying on the hospital bed, she had just finished her second treatment.
This time she was calmer and more familiar, not so nervous.
An Yuci was making medical records beside him. The nib of the pen rubbed against the surface of the paper, making a slight rustling sound, which was very pleasant.
Fang Jiayue opened her eyes and listened to the music, she felt like an ignorant deer, and like a child who was just sensible, all the troubles gradually drifted away from her.
Since the last consultation with Dr. An, she has started taking medicine, and her heart has become much calmer, and she has also begun to work hard to regulate her mood.
In this small consulting room, she could not think about the things that disturbed and bored her, like a snail hiding in its own shell.
She can confidently and boldly talk about her depression.
She has gradually fallen in love with the feeling of medical treatment.
Fang Jiayue looked at the galaxy on the ceiling. Each dot was a star. Those stars were scattered in the universe, and it was impossible to count how many there were. She couldn't figure out which of the little dots was the earth, and even the planet where human beings are so small, so what about everyone? Is it even more tiny to look like dust
An Yu's speech was recorded, and he asked her again, "Are you used to taking those drugs?"
He now prescribed two medicines to Fang Jiayue, a western medicine Fumingsha maleate, which treats depression, and a sweet dream oral liquid, which helps sleep.
Fang Jiayue whispered: "Well, I slept better. Also, taking the medicine will make me feel happy, it's a very happy, very happy feeling... "
It was like returning to her childhood, her parents were by her side, and all those troubles were gone.
Fang Jiayue felt like there was a switch in her head that could control happiness. Every time she took the medicine, she would feel happier. Once she didn't take the medicine, that happiness would be lost.
She wondered why drugs would have this effect.
"These drugs will stimulate the nerves in the brain and have a controlling effect. You can't stop the drug at will. If you stop the drug, it will cause the disease to recur." An Yuci asked again, "Then about my suggestion last time to let you go to boarding school. , how did you discuss with your mother?"
Fang Jiayue said: "My mother said that I am just in the third year of junior high school, and I have not graduated from junior high school. If I transfer schools, it will cost a lot of money. She said that she will work hard to let me go to the boarding high school next year."
An Yuci's hand paused and sighed silently. Now Fang Jiayue is going to the third year of junior high, it is indeed not easy to transfer at this time. Regarding things in life, this stepfather-daughter relationship seems to be temporarily unsolved.
Fang Jiayue blinked: "Doctor An, I'm on summer vacation recently, and I'm at home every day. My mother works as a cleaning helper in a small hotel outside. She's often away. I'm afraid to be alone with Zhang Fumin..."
She was really scared, so scared that her voice trembled.
Fang Jiayue is now at the age of beginning love. The more sensible she is and the more she knows something, the more afraid she is. She always feels like a taut string. Facing Zhang Fumin who is like a mountain, she has a deep sense of powerlessness and fear.
She seemed to be standing in front of a volcano that could erupt at any time, feeling that there would be danger at any time.
As long as she thought about the look in the eyes of the man looking at her, and the hand he stretched out to him, she felt sick.
"Then are you interested in calling your mother together for a family counseling session?" An Yuci suggested, he felt that it might be helpful to chat with the girl's mother, and he could take more measures.
Fang Jiayue shook her head: "Forget it, my mother... I haven't read a book for a few years, so it might be difficult to communicate."
An Yuci suggested: "Wear more clothes in front of your stepfather, don't talk back to him, avoid direct contact with him, and try to avoid being alone with him." Having said that, he said, "I'll give it to you. Leave a phone number, and if you encounter problems, you can contact me."
Fang Jiayue took out her mobile phone, and An Yuci gave her a number. The girl entered and said, "Thank you, Dr. An."
There are still many good people in this world. The last time the policeman gave her a business card, and Fang Jiayue saved it on her phone. Now she has saved Dr. An's phone number again, and she feels much safer.
An Yuci told her again: "Our policy is that you can't contact patients privately during non-working hours, so you have to keep it a secret."
It is difficult for psychological counselors to control the distance between them and patients. After many patients become dependent on the counselor, they will misinterpret their feelings as love or other feelings, resulting in unnecessary entanglement.
Moreover, among those mentally abnormal people, many people are invisible lunatics, they will do shocking and unreasonable things at any time, and even threaten the lives of those counselors, so many psychological counselors will choose to talk to their patients. Separate your private life.
But An Yuci believes that those patients do not live in a vacuum, and they are only treated in the consultation room, and the problem cannot be solved without a deep understanding of the patients. He will try his best to help those people.
Fang Jiayue snorted and marked the number as An, and the name was ranked first in her mobile phone address book.
"Last week, I picked up a bird that hit the glass." An Yuci suddenly said to the girl, "At that time, everyone thought it might not be saved, but I took it home. , gave it water, and fed it a little bird food. At the beginning, it was basically unconscious. After two days, it began to respond, blinking, and whispering. Now, a week has passed, although It can't fly yet, but it can eat by itself."
An Yuci happily shared her experience with her.
Fang Jiayue listened intently and looked longingly: "It's good..."
"So, you will get better too." Dr. An said to her with a smile, "Today's treatment is over."
Fang Jiayue got up from the seat, still reluctant to part. She clenched her phone tightly and walked out of the clinic.
When the door of the consultation room was closed, An Yuci took out his mobile phone from the drawer and opened it to look at the uploaded information.
He browsed, and suddenly an answer sheet came into his sight. He sent it to the group: "Contact this person."
Someone in the group immediately replied "OK".
Then An Yuci put down the phone, he inadvertently looked at the table, there were two little black things on it, An Yuci got up and chased after him: "Fang Jiayue, you forgot your hair rope."
Fang Jiayue had just finished taking the medicine for the week with her mother, and then she remembered that her hair had grown a little bit lately, so she combed a small braid. Just now, because her hair was in the way, she was lying on the medical chair, so she took off the hair rope. .
She turned around and took the hair rope from Doctor An's hand, which was warm.
Then An Yuci smiled and waved at her: "See you next week."
Fang Jiayue whispered, "Goodbye Doctor An."
Liao Qinghe was already waiting for her outside the door. When she saw her coming out, she stood up and asked Fang Jiayue, "Is that the doctor who saw you just now? Why is he a male doctor? Still so young?"
She believes that Fang Jiayue's psychology has something to do with Zhang Fumin, and it is obviously more suitable for a female doctor to listen to those things that are difficult to talk about.
Moreover, she felt that An Yuci was too young, and she must not have the experience of an old doctor, so she arranged for a young and handsome male doctor for the little girl, which felt a little inappropriate in Liao Qinghe's conservative concept.
Fang Jiayue said with a cold face, "Doctor An is very good."
Liao Qinghe pressed her: "What did the doctor tell you? Did he say when you will be better?"
"Mom, I'm depressed, and it's not that easy to heal." Fang Jiayue walked in front, the good mood of the conversation just now was greatly reduced by her problems.
Since Fang Jiayue ran away from home the last time, Zhang Fumin seems to be afraid recently, and has restrained a little, Liao Qinghe seems to have forgotten those dangerous things.
She followed Fang Jiayue with her bag, and babbled that although the diagnosis and treatment were free, the medicines were expensive.
Liao Qinghe also said that she didn't think Fang Jiayue had any serious problems, but sometimes she just got emotional, and the side effects of taking the medicine might be even greater. She was so young, so she was used to what to do.
Liao Qinghe also reminded Fang Jiayue not to let her classmates and teachers know about it.
Liao Qinghe didn't pay attention to depression, didn't understand it, but was afraid, making Fang Jiayue feel a little irritable.
These daily trivial nagging almost canceled the effect of that hour of diagnosis and treatment.
Fang Jiayue felt that it was not worth it for Dr. An. As a doctor, he didn't charge a triage fee. He was just a stranger who met her by chance, but wanted to cure her.
However, as his biological mother, Liao Qinghe always wanted to push her into the abyss.
Listening to Liao Qinghe's chatter, Fang Jiayue finally couldn't bear it anymore, and turned around and interrupted her mother: "Mom, I'm just sick. The root of my illness is Zhang Fumin. If you say that about me, it's better to take care of your husband."
After saying this, she turned around and walked quickly. If she could, she wanted to leave her mother, her stepfather, and the whole world behind.
In the Nancheng Bureau, it is now five o'clock in the afternoon, and several members of the serious crime team are working overtime. This week, Xia Mingxi has added detailed comments to all previous cases and marked all suspicious points. , and then played the record back to the various precincts.
Qu Ming was responsible for sending a personal information to the website. He was afraid that he would not be able to attract the attention of the other party, so he forged two other information and uploaded it.
Qu Ming conducted research on each of the above problems, contained the depression he wanted to express, and racked his brains so that people could see that this was a person who had a psychological problem and was asking for help.
But the other party has never contacted him.
Several people in the group were discussing and making out their ideas, Lu Junchi walked into the office, followed by Su Hui.
During this time, the team members were used to the inseparability of Captain Lu and Consultant Su.
Qu Ming said: "Lu Team, that... I haven't received a reply from the other party."
Lu Jun said lately: "Don't bother, we have already contacted the sleeper."
"Contacted?" Qiao Ze raised his head curiously and asked, "How did you get in touch?"
Lu Junchi briefly introduced: "Mr. Su uploaded an answer."
Qu Ming hurried over and said, "Let me see what Teacher Su has filled in!"
Lu Jun turned to look at Su Hui, but Su Hui didn't reject it. He gave them the phone, but Qu Ming couldn't figure it out: "It doesn't look like it's peaceful... There's no depression at all, so why did they get in touch? "
But it turned out that the other bait they prepared did not catch any fish, but Su Hui succeeded.
At the beginning, Lu Junchi thought it was metaphysics or a coincidence, but later he read all the content of Su Hui's post together, and felt that what Su Hui said was right.
He couldn't tell how this answer was different from what Qu Ming had prepared, but he felt that every single one of them was touching, and his chest was filled with panic.
In contrast, the content Qu Ming posted before was indeed a little sad on the surface.
Probably this is the world in which the depressed person lives, and people who have entered it or who understand psychology can tell it at a glance. People standing outside could not see more clues.
Qiao Ze also picked it up and looked at it, adding another point to his admiration for Su Hui: "Anyway, it's a good thing that the fish is hooked. Is the other party a man or a woman? When are you scheduled to meet?"
Lu Jun said lately: "The other party called was a woman. She used a protected number, and the number displayed on her mobile phone was a blocked number. The appointment was at the 7-11 convenience store next to the city garden at ten o'clock tonight."
Qiao Ze glanced at it and knew that the mobile phone number was encrypted. No wonder the abnormal number could not be found by retrieving the call records of the other party. It looked like a harassing call that was displayed immediately.
Several people here at City Garden know that it is located in the south center of Huadu, not too far from the General Office. The 7-11 convenience store over there is relatively large, with a total of 300 square meters and a row of transparent floor-to-ceiling windows.
Lu Junchi knew that it was because of Lu Haochu's work-study program that he had worked in that store before. Lu Junchi drove him twice, and every time he passed by, he felt that it was very quiet. So the other party proposed to meet there, and he agreed.
Qiao Ze asked, "then how do we arrange the night?"
After a few people read it, they returned the phone to Su Hui. Su Hui's eyelashes drooped, and he sat quietly, waiting for Lu Junchi to make a decision.
Lu Junchi made arrangements: "We will install a monitor on Mr. Su and let him see each other. Others are ambushing and fortifying outside."