Song Mingxue was a psychiatrist made by Shengchuan. Before that, she knew more or less about the Shen family, but there were too many dirty things in the back of the rich family, and she had seen a lot of them, so she was scolded. When Sheng Chuan took him upstairs, he was not too surprised to see the scene in front of him.
The room was very dark, and although it was cleaned, there was a rotten smell everywhere. The man's thin figure was shrunk on the sofa, and his clothes that fit together seemed a little empty. The profile of the profile is clearly defined, the tail of the eyes is raised, and it is faintly sharp, and you can see a bit of the original character, but at this time, she is just holding the pillow, and she tightens and loosens it a little nervously.
Shen Run was still in the room at this time, and when Sheng Chuan brought the doctor up, he was not seen by him.
Sheng Chuan found a stack of medical records that Shen Yu had checked in the hospital before, handed it to Song Mingxue, and said succinctly, "That's it after the car accident."
Song Mingxue looked through the medical records roughly: "Does the patient have any abnormal behavior, self-harm or screaming, and has cognitive impairment to himself?"
Shen Yu had been huddled in the room some time ago and refused to come out. It was no different from being insane, but recently, it has been much quieter. Except for occasionally talking about some things nervously, and banging his head against the cabinet that night, there is actually nothing. Abnormal behavior.
Sheng Chuan: "I used to have it, but it's gotten better recently, but I'm still easily frightened and my memory is confused."
Song Mingxue: "It may be because the brain was hit in the car accident."
In fact, in this case, you should be admitted to the hospital for a detailed examination, but Sheng Chuan could not take Shen Yu away from Shen Run's eyes now, and it was already under great pressure to be able to invite Song Mingxue over.
Sheng Chuan saw Song Mingxue looking at the medical record and didn't speak, and asked aloud, "Is it serious, do you want to go to the hospital?"
Song Mingxue shook his head: "Physical illnesses are easy to cure, but mental illnesses are not. Let me tell you the truth. In fact, going to the hospital doesn't help much. At best, prescribing some drugs to stabilize emotions won't cure the disease."
Song Mingxue is a graceful and graceful beauty with a soft voice, which makes it easy to let people off guard. She put the medical records aside, then walked to the sofa and leaned over, trying to keep her line of sight with Shen Yu.
Song Mingxue's voice was soft, her shoulder-length hair fell on the light beige coat, looking very gentle: "It's a little dark here, do you mind if I open the curtains?"
Shen Yu lowered his head and ignored her, Song Mingxue regarded it as a default, got up and walked to the window, and opened the curtains a little, but the distance was so small that it could only accommodate a ray of sunlight.
After doing all this, she sat down lightly opposite Shen Yu, took out a handful of colorful transparent fruit candies from her pocket, and smiled: "Choose a flavor you like, okay?"
Shen Yu finally moved, but he got off the sofa and hid directly behind Sheng Chuan, his whole body exuding resistance: "Bad woman... Bad woman..."
Sheng Chuan: "She is the doctor who treats you."
After speaking, he patted his shoulder and nudged: "Go and choose one."
Song Mingxue handed the candy to him at the right time, Shen Yu had no choice but to stretch out his hand hesitantly, took two orange-flavored candies, then clenched them in the palm of his hand, gave one to Sheng Chuan, and whispered: "A Chuan Yi One, I have one…”
Sheng Chuan looked down at the extra candy in the palm of his hand, and seemed to be stunned.
Song Mingxue took this scene into his eyes and said with a smile, "He seems to like you very much."
Sheng Chuan raised his eyes: "Really?"
Song Mingxue looked at Shen Yu: "Will you give me this candy?"
Shen Yu shook his head vigorously, turned sideways, and hid the sugar in his palm: "No..."
Song Mingxue pointed to Shengchuan again: "If he wants to eat two candies, will you give him this candy?"
Shen Yu paused when he heard the words, and looked at Sheng Chuan subconsciously, but saw that the latter did not respond, seemed to acquiesce to Song Mingxue's words, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly put the candy in his hand into Sheng Chuan's palm: "Here Ah Chuan… all for Ah Chuan…”
Shen Yu had no sugar, bit his sleeve unconsciously, and looked at him eagerly.
Song Mingxue seemed to prove his point: "Patients in a period of mental disorder generally have a strong desire for monopoly, and only those they like can make them share their own things."
At the end, I came to a conclusion: "He likes you very much."
Sheng Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly, but he was noncommittal about this. He glanced at the two candies in his palm, then tore the packaging bag of one of them and fed them into Shen Yu's mouth, while he ate the other, sweet and sour juice. The taste spreads on the tip of the tongue, and then slowly turns into sweetness.
It's the orange flavor he likes...
Later, Song Mingxue asked Shen Yu some more questions, but the latter asked and shook his head most of the time. He remembered his father and Shengchuan, but he seemed to have forgotten the cause and effect of the car accident.
Song Mingxue thought thoughtfully: "He is not mentally ill, but more like a mental disorder."
Sheng Chuan probably understood a little bit: "... Then should I change a psychiatrist?"
Song Mingxue said calmly: "It's okay, no need to change, I have taken psychology courses before."
That's pretty omnipotent.
Sheng Chuan paused: "Then how should his illness be treated?"
He actually wanted to say that when Song Mingxue was about to be cured, it was best to tell him a few days in advance so that he could pack up and run away.
Song Mingxue shook his head: "I have to go back and formulate a plan before I can determine the follow-up treatment."
After tossing back and forth for a whole morning, the condition was almost understood. Sheng Chuan got up and sent Song Mingxue out of the room. Who ever wanted to go downstairs but happened to bump into Shen Run.
It's really a narrow road for the enemy, Sheng Chuan lazily leaned against the handrail of the stairs, thinking so.
There is a strange woman in the family, which is a strange person, not to mention that Shen Run always felt that Sheng Chuan was playing tricks behind his back, squinted slightly, looked Song Mingxue up and down, and deliberately asked aloud: "This is... ?"
Shen Run has always been able to pretend in front of outsiders.
Song Mingxue was about to speak when she heard the words, and Sheng Chuan said, "Ayu's friend, know that he is ill, come and have a look."
After he finished speaking, he gave a look without a trace, and motioned Song Mingxue to leave first. The latter understood and smiled: "I won't disturb you, I will leave first."
Shen Run has been very anxious recently, the kind that has no reason. After all, it's the thorn in Shen Yu's eyes that has not been removed, but the old man Shen just died not long ago. If Shen Yu follows another incident, he will definitely be targeted by the police and can only be pinned down. The action remains motionless.
Seeing Song Mingxue leave, the hypocritical smile on Shen Run's face faded a little bit, he stared at Sheng Chuan coldly, and threatened word by word: "I don't care what tricks you want to play behind your back, but you remember it clearly for me, Don't touch what you shouldn't touch, be careful playing with fire."
Sheng Chuan thought about how to burn the law and frame him for murder like in his previous life? It’s okay to plant the same pit once, but it’s stupid to plant it twice: “Really, then I want to see who the fire will burn.”
Sheng Chuan looked at Shen Run now, and it was no different from looking at a dead person. He was all checked out, and he threatened others with arrogance. What was the difference between him and the clown who jumped on the beam? He was too lazy to continue fighting with him. Turned upstairs.
Shen Run's face was extremely ugly. When she returned to the room, she received a phone call from her biological mother, and she was in an extremely bad mood.
Jiang Yueqing seems to be quite familiar with this kind of thing: "Arun, mom has a little money recently, you can get some money, I like a bag, but it's a limited edition, you have to book it in Paris in advance, you Hurry up, you won't be able to book later."
The woman's blood leech-like behavior made Shen Run clench his fists. He took a deep breath and barely kept his calm: "Didn't I just give you a million hits last month? Why did it run out so quickly?"
It's okay not to say it, but Jiang Yueqing's tone became irritable: "You still said, it's not all your fault, you insisted that I find the woman in the Tian family to make a connection, and now I'm corrupted by her, and she comes to me every few minutes to ask for money, no I just cried and said that her family's man died tragically, and she had to go to the police. In addition, her daughter had an operation recently, and I posted another 200,000 yuan in it, and the gold and silver mountains couldn't help but spend so much money."
Shen Run heard the words and kicked the chair beside his feet far away, as if he had been stabbed in a sore spot: "Blame me? If you hadn't brought that wild man to ask me for money, would the old man find out that I'm not biological? Do you still need to find ways to let him die? You caused the disaster, and you still have the face to blame me?!"
He patted the table here, and Jiang Yueqing was also frightened, and he said falteringly: "What a savage man, don't talk so badly, it's your own father anyway, you are the eldest young master in the Shen family comfortably. , I can't watch my parents go out and can't even eat. It's really not good. You try to get that woman to shut up. She completely takes me as a slap in the face. Out."
The words are nothing more than crying poor.
Shen Run heard that his chest was ups and downs, but his anger remained undisturbed: "Tell her to shut up? You put it simply, are the police all idiots?! The last time the old man had a car accident, I was investigated for more than half a month, this time I don't care what you use. No matter what, you must clean up the tail for me, or else you will be imprisoned with me!"
After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone and threw the phone on the table with a bang. He didn't realize that he had already been checked by Sheng Chuan.
At the same time, Song Mingxue also formulated a preliminary treatment plan, and soon contacted Sheng Chuan and asked him to bring Shen Yu out and meet at a nearby park.
Sheng Chuan... Sheng Chuan is not a doctor anyway. Song Mingxue said so, so he had no choice but to do it. Just when Shen Run went to the company, he drove Shen Yu out. The latter seemed to adapt well, neither noisy nor noisy, just lying on the car window, looking out at the rapidly receding green plants.
Song Mingxue was waiting for them on the stone bench beside the road in the park, with a blue folder beside him, Sheng Chuan parked the car, pulled Shen Yu and walked over: "Doctor Song."
Song Mingxue saw them coming, and stood up with a smile: "You are here."
To be honest, Sheng Chuan has never seen a doctor treat a patient in the park: "Is it going to your clinic, or is it just here?"
In fact, Song Mingxue always felt that Shen Yu's condition was a bit strange. He was not crazy like other mental patients, and everyone who should recognize him recognized it. : "Let's be outside. In fact, it's good for him to come out for a walk occasionally and breathe fresh air. It's not good for him to stay in a cramped environment for a long time."
Shen Yu was wearing casual clothes and a black baseball cap. He hid behind Sheng Chuan and didn't move. He looked like a normal person. I don't know if it was because there were pedestrians watching in the public. He didn't even bite his sleeves. Under the shadow of the hat brim, his brows furrowed imperceptibly for a moment.
Seeing this, Song Mingxue thoughtful and smiled: "Mr. Shen's illness may be lighter than I thought, and it may be cured soon."
Sheng Chuan didn't know how she came to this conclusion, Wen Yan looked at Shen Yu subconsciously, but the latter just lowered his head and whispered, counting the ants on the side of the road.
Song Mingxue said: "Mr. Shen may not remember the past clearly. I personally suggest that you try to help him restore his memory first. Do you have any places you often go to, or places with deep impressions?"
Sheng Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why does it have to be a place he and I often go to?"
Song Mingxue looked at him: "As far as I know, Mr. Shen seems to be the only one who is close to you at the moment? Then, of course, the follow-up treatment needs your help."
Even when I think about it now, it is still embarrassing. Overnight, there is only one depression left in the huge Shen family.
Sheng Chuan used to think that being poor was the worst thing to do, but now, he doesn't seem to be very happy with money, so he pressed down his gloomy hat: "There is a western restaurant where we often go."
Then I went to a luxury hotel to roll the sheets, but Shengchuan didn't say anything in the second half of the sentence, shouldn't it be useful to restore memory
Song Mingxue glanced at the time: "It's already afternoon, I just didn't have lunch, so let's stop by for a meal."
She was in charge of recording and observing Shen Yu's situation, and let Sheng Chuan leave her alone, just be a transparent person.
Sheng Chuan had no choice but to drive them to the western restaurant, um, the one that Shen Yu found unpalatable, but Sheng Chuan thought the taste was okay, so he ordered a private box as usual, and then sat down to order.
Shen Yu and Sheng Chuan sat next to each other. He fiddled with the knives and forks on the table, and then folded the napkins. He always liked to do some strange things. Sheng Chuan handed the menu to Song Mingxue: "Ma'am first, you order. ."
Song Mingxue did not refuse: "You are quite a gentleman."
To be honest, Sheng Chuan's appearance is very deceptive, but perhaps it is out of female intuition, she always feels that the other party is not as harmless as it seems on the surface.
They all ordered their own meals, and Shen Yu's share of Sheng Chuan directly helped to order. The main meal took some time, and the fruit salad and dessert came first. Sheng Chuan reached out and moved the matcha cake to Shen Yu and poured it lazily. The back of the chair, enjoying the quiet atmosphere of the restaurant: "Let's eat."
Shen Yu played with the fork for a while before starting to eat clumsily. Song Mingxue had a tablet in his hand and was using the touch screen pen to quickly record something: "Is he always like this?"
Sheng Chuan crossed his legs and rubbed his chin: "What do you mean?"
Song Mingxue said, "What was his previous personality like?"
Hearing this, Sheng Chuan glanced gloomily, and saw that the other party was burying his head in eating cake, he pondered for a moment, and said the truth: "I have a bad temper, I like to put on airs, my young master has a problem, and I have a lot of things..."
Before he finished speaking, Shen Yu suddenly poked the cake hard, and a piece of cream crumb wrapped in matcha powder splashed directly onto Sheng Chuan's suit jacket, which looked very eye-catching.
Sheng Chuan calmly wiped it with a piece of paper: "Look, his temper used to be as stinky as he is now."
Song Mingxue glanced at Gloomy without a trace, the latter lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, but the hand holding the fork was faintly blue. Gotta mess up.
Song Mingxue seemed to think things were a bit interesting: "Well... is there no other advantage?"
advantage
Does it count for money
Sheng Chuan took a sip of lemonade, and a little poisonous tongue sprung out from under his graceful skin. He raised his eyebrows uncertainly and said, "Maybe there is."
Song Mingxue: "For example?"
Sheng Chuan thought about it carefully: "It's very simple." It's still naive.
This word is very subtle, and it can be praised or criticized. It is probably the first time that he has been so blatantly depressed. After speaking, the corner of his lips ticked slightly, with such a mischievous meaning.
Shen Yu ate the smashed cake on the plate little by little. For some reason, the hand holding the fork shook a little, but when Sheng Chuan looked at him sideways, he still looked ignorant, and there was cream on his lips. .
Sheng Chuan rubbed his finger on his lips, then wiped it off with a paper towel. When the steak was served, he cut it into small pieces and put it on his plate. Accompanied by the melodious and soothing piano music, the nerves in his mind were tense. Also relaxed a little bit.
Sheng Chuan has always thought that eating is a very enjoyable thing, but eating with Shen Yu is not a pleasant thing. No matter how top-level materials and top-level chefs, this young master can always pick out a bunch of unpleasant ones. The place is harder to serve than the emperor.
Today was an exception. Sheng Chuan had a rare meal in peace, and his mood improved a lot.
Song Mingxue stopped the recorded speed, saw Shen Yu drinking fruit drink, and asked him softly, "Do you remember that you came here before?"
Shen Yu first shook his head, and for some reason, nodded again.
Song Mingxue asked again, "Do you remember who you came with?"
Shen Yu held the cup and took a sip of strawberry bud, and whispered: "Achuan..."
Song Mingxue asked, "Do you remember everything about him?"
Shen Yu didn't speak.
Song Mingxue probably felt that this question was a bit broad, so he broke it down and asked, "Where did you meet him for the first time?"
The Shen family's reception.
Before Shen Yu could answer, Sheng Chuan automatically came up with this answer. He was brought in privately by Shen Run at the time. It was the first time he saw such a big villa and manor, and he would not even walk away, let alone talk to Shen Yu. The temperament of the other party is flamboyant and arrogant. At first glance, he looks like the kind of noble boy who feeds him with pearls. Ordinary things are hard to catch his eyes.
Shen Yu pinched the tablecloth: "My house..."
Song Mingxue asked like a friend chatting, "You two got together later, right?"
Shen Yu nodded, Sheng Chuan propped his chin, wondering what he was thinking.
Song Mingxue continued to ask questions without a trace, and he answered all of them, including Sheng Chuan's liking to read books, his favorite food, and the places he likes to go. Basically, he could tell the story. It wasn't until the eve of the car accident that the memory chain appeared. a brief blank.
Song Mingxue finally looked at Shengchuan and asked him for confirmation: "Is there any deviation?"
Sheng Chuan probably didn't expect that Shen Yu could remember all his preferences, and after a short pause, he couldn't hear the emotion, and adjusted his sitting position uncomfortably.
Song Mingxue thought that the root cause was the car accident, but she rashly mentioned it and worried that it would be too exciting for Shen Yu, so she typed something in the folder on the tablet, looked at Shen Yu and asked, "Who do you like the most? "
Shen Yu said: "Dad..."
Song Mingxue had also lost his father since he was a child. Hearing this, he paused for a while, then came back to his senses, and then asked again, "Apart from my father?"
It took a long time for Shen Yu to say two words: "A Chuan..."
Seeing that Sheng Chuan was not looking this way, Song Mingxue faintly felt that their way of getting along was a little strange: "Then does Achuan like you?"
Unexpectedly, Shen Yu shook his head, lay on the table and said, "I don't like it..."
Sheng Chuan looked over.
Song Mingxue's voice softened: "Then who does he like?"
Shen Yu whispered a word: "Money."
As soon as the voice fell, Sheng Chuan's figure paused.
The piano music in the restaurant was still melodious and soothing, but the atmosphere was not as relaxed and comfortable as before. Sheng Chuan subconsciously looked at Shen Yu and then at Song Mingxue, always feeling that the other party's gaze was no different from that of a scumbag.
At this time, Sheng Chuan should have smiled and rubbed his gloomy head, saying that he was joking, but for some reason, he didn't say a word for a long time. Had such a weird feeling.
In the second half, no one said anything, and Song Mingxue didn't ask any more questions. Still, she still felt that the depression was quite strange, and she had never encountered such a case before: "If you have time, I think I still need to make a trip to my clinic and treat it alone."
The implication is that Sheng Chuan does not need to be present at that time.
Sheng Chuan frowned slightly: "Why?"
Song Mingxue said: "I don't think Mr. Shen's mental problems are serious at the moment. On the contrary, the psychological barriers are somewhat serious. You know, psychology is generally a very private matter, and you don't need too many people for treatment."
Sheng Chuan could only agree. He looked at the dimming sky outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and then set a time for the next consultation with Song Mingxue, and left with Shen Yu.
There is a star-rated hotel nearby. Sheng Chuan simply did not go back to Shen's house, but opened a two-person senior suite. When he went back to meet Shen Run, he had to look at his bastard face.
In the restaurant just now, it was inconvenient to ask Song Mingxue something in front of Song Mingxue. Now in the luxuriously decorated room, there is not only a person who pretends to understand, but also a person who pretends to be confused.
The white bed sheet was covered with rose petals in the shape of a heart, and Shen Yu lay on it, counting the pieces, until the position beside him suddenly collapsed, and then he raised his head and glanced.
Sheng Chuan looked at him quietly, his brown pupils were incomprehensible: "Who told you that I like reading books?"
Shen Yu bit his sleeve and shook his head softly: "I don't know..."
Sheng Chuan: "Who told you that I like oranges?"
Shen Yu shook his head vigorously, then crawled into the bed, as if trying to avoid him: "I don't know..."
Sheng Chuan grabbed his ankle, dragged the person back with a slight force, let Shen Yu struggle and roll, and asked in a low voice, "Who told you that I like money?"
In addition to shaking his head, Shen Yu shook his head, kicking his legs and trying to throw his hand off, but the hand didn't move at all, and he couldn't shake it off. Shen Yu simply got into the quilt and shrank himself into a ball.
Sheng Chuan involuntarily let go...
He always thinks that Shen Yu is a young master who doesn't worry about everything. He goes his own way and never pays attention to other people's feelings. How can he know his preferences? That's something even Sheng Chuan's parents don't care about.
Sheng Chuan sat beside the bed and didn't move for a long time. After a while, he slowly reached out and untied his tie, then got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Shen Yu seemed to hear the movement, and finally stuck his head out of the quilt and glanced at the bathroom door. , and then continue to tear your own roses to play.
Sheng Chuan didn't bring any change of clothes, he directly wore the bathrobe prepared by the hotel, his hair fell wet on his forehead, his skin was clean, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and his temperament was always more precipitation than others.
Seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed, Shen Yu slid off the bed with a squeak, and then ran to the bay window to watch the night view of the high-rise buildings outside. The body suddenly froze.
Sheng Chuan's voice was warm, but at this moment, it was low and low, and he was covered with a layer of ambiguity. He narrowed his eyes, as if he was recalling something: "Do you remember what we did last time..."
He only said a few words, and the voice behind him gradually disappeared.
What can the two men do in the hotel, apart from rolling the sheets, of course, and Shen Yu's natural and bold nature to walk sideways, the two of them have basically played most of the tricks, on the bed, on the floor, on the sofa...
Oh, and the current location.