Quick Transmigration: Losing All Standing and Reputation

Chapter 105: Born perverted (10)

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Zhang Yuanyuan is a well-connected person. After graduating from college, because she could not find a job, her mother forced her to work as the front desk of this psychological clinic. There is only one doctor in this clinic, and I heard he is the son of my mother’s classmate and friend.

Before Zhang Yuanyuan officially went to work, her mother took her shopping and bought her clothes and hair. She was as caring as Zhang Yuanyuan was when she was about to take the college entrance examination. From time to time, she looked at her and sighed, or smiled, which made Zhang Yuanyuan feel a little creepy, wondering what she was doing. Zhang's mother showed her true colors at the end and said to Zhang Yuanyuan: "Mom, the son of an old classmate is very handsome, well-educated, and polite. In short, he is good in all aspects. Mom will give you this first-come-first-served opportunity. Don't expect it." You can really pry a handsome guy into your home, but what if it happens? Who can say for sure about this kind of thing, right?"

Zhang Yuanyuan resisted the urge to sigh, and it turned out to be another invisible man. Her mother didn't know how worried she was that she wouldn't be able to get married. She wanted to introduce someone to her when she saw someone close to her age. He always told her that he looked handsome. As a result, many people had good facial features. Zhang Yuanyuan has rich experience in dating struggles. When Zhang's mother said this, she didn't refute her. She lowered her eyebrows and agreed. She had no expectations at all. She was afraid that she would lose her job because of this incident.

When Zhang Yuanyuan met Song Que for the first time, she knew that her mother was telling the truth this time. She was not exaggerating and was much more simple. Zhang Yuanyuan also understood what her mother meant when she hesitated to speak—Song had to be blind to fall in love with her, right

Zhang Yuanyuan was inevitably attracted by love, but she felt a little inferior in her heart and did not dare to show her feelings at all. Every day before going to bed, she repeatedly considered a hundred reasons why Song Ke would not like her, in order to forcibly suppress it. own emotions.

It was the same today. Zhang Yuanyuan arrived at the clinic fifteen minutes early. Even though she had already cleaned it when she got off work the day before, she would still come and clean it up again. There are a lot of documents on Song Que's desk, but they are all placed neatly, but I don't know when an extra photo frame appeared.

Even before she could see the front of the photo frame, Zhang Yuanyuan's heart beat suddenly faster due to a woman's intuition, as if something bad was about to happen. She reached out and picked up the picture frame, which contained a picture of a girl. The girl's skin was very white, and the tip of her nose was a little red. She looked extremely cute. The delicate look between her eyebrows made her somewhat similar to Song Que. They were the kind of couple who would make people feel like they were made in heaven when they stood together.

Zhang Yuanyuan put the photo frame back and hurriedly finished the rest of the cleaning.

When Song Que arrived, Zhang Yuanyuan was already sitting at the front desk, sorting out the guests who had made appointments today.

Song was wearing a light blue shirt and good-quality suit pants that fell straight down, highlighting the smooth lines of his legs. This outfit is extremely ordinary, but because it is worn on Song Que, it is simply ascetic and charming.

Song is not a talkative person. At least in Zhang Yuanyuan's eyes, although he is polite, he is a bit alienated from others. But she knew that was not how he treated his patients. Perhaps he was so exhausted from interacting with others because he exhausted all his strength in helping others.

Song Que, as usual, nodded to the baby-faced girl after entering, and then wanted to enter his office.

The girl who was careful and timid in his eyes took the initiative to stop him for the first time: "Doctor Song, is the photo on your desk your girlfriend?"

Song knew that the little girl would help him clean before and after work, so it was not surprising that she noticed the photo frame. Hearing Zhang Yuanyuan ask this, he couldn't help but think of Song Shibao, who was also slimy in the video. He smiled slightly, decided to grant her wish, and said, "She's a girlfriend."

Song Que didn't plan to have a girlfriend anyway, so he just used this little cousin to block his love.

Zhang Yuanyuan's heart felt sore and painful as if it had been squeezed hard by an unknown hand. But after that moment that was like a bolt from the blue passed, she seemed to be getting better again. Maybe it was because she was always doing this kind of mental construction for herself. After the incident happened, all that was left was the dense sadness, which made people unable to breathe smoothly, but not to the point of being unable to breathe.

Song noticed the change in Zhang Yuanyuan's expression, but did not connect this change with the question just now. This is no wonder Song Que, with his current ruthless temperament, it is easy to subconsciously ignore other people's emotions when he is not observing carefully.

He only thought that Zhang Yuanyuan was uncomfortable in some way.

But Song stopped and leaned over to observe Zhang Yuanyuan's face, which actually frightened him. Song Que stretched out his hand and said, "Put your hand up."

Zhang Yuanyuan's temperament was like this. When others gave orders, she couldn't help but follow them. She directly put her hand up. She didn't feel comfortable until she put it down.

Song Que felt her pulse with one hand, and felt the temperature on the back of her palm with the other hand. He observed Zhang Yuanyuan's expression with his eyes, and said softly with the attitude of treating a patient: "Come on, follow me and slow down your breathing."

Song Qing deliberately made the sound of his breathing louder, so that Zhang Yuanyuan could catch the pattern of his breathing and slow down his breathing along with him.

Zhang Yuanyuan is really a well-behaved and worry-free patient, but she does everything Song says. Judging from the pulse condition, they are all innocuous minor problems, so Zhang Yuanyuan's problem is likely to be psychological.

Song Qiu lowered his voice softly and slowly, which was different from pure gentleness. The strength contained in it made people unable to help but listen: "Think of those unhappy things as a cloud of smoke. The smoke gathers slowly, slowly. Together, as you breathe, be spit out together.”

Zhang Yuanyuan followed Song Que unconsciously throughout the whole process, and until she exhaled her last breath, she actually felt much more comfortable. When he looked up at Song Que, he didn't feel so heavy anymore. Zhang Yuanyuan smiled at him.

Song Que also curled his lips slightly and said: "There is nothing wrong with your health, but don't stay up late in the future."

As soon as Song Que put away his hand, Zhang Yuanyuan felt a little disappointed, subconsciously nostalgic for the warmth on his hand. But Song Que's guidance just now was not in vain. Zhang Yuanyuan patted her face and woke up quickly. She looked at Song Que's back as he walked into the office, and thought that she would not have insomnia again tonight because of thinking about Dr. Song. .

Song did not take this episode to heart and walked into his office, waiting for the first patient of the day. The patient's surname is Zhang. He is a young man who has just graduated from college and is working. He is still very young.

Mr. Zhang arrived five minutes late. While he was still in the corridor, Song heard his breathing. It was obvious that he had come here at short notice.

Zhang Yuanyuan took him to Song Que's office. As soon as the door opened, the picture seemed to be temporarily frozen in Song Que's mind. He could easily read out any useful details.

Mr. Zhang's hair is messy, but it can be seen that it was carefully taken care of and styled before, but now one side is still trimmed, and the other side is messy. There is a traditional watch on his right hand, which is not expensive. The sleeves are rolled up a little to reveal the watch. Looking at his clothes again, they looked a little wrinkled due to the rush. Maybe they were pulled in front of the mirror outside the door. They were not too sloppy, but it was obvious that the clothes on the other side's right side needed more attention and appeared to be more straight. Mr. Zhang had a disharmonious feeling all over his body, so Zhang Yuanyuan next to him couldn't help but look at him with a puzzled look.

Almost as soon as they met face to face, Song Qing had a guess in his heart.

After Mr. Zhang came in, he first apologized for being late. As he spoke, he broke down emotionally. This was not the first time. His life was affected in every aspect, and he didn't even know the reason. .

Song was not in a hurry to confirm his judgment. He knew that venting was a very important thing, so he listened to Mr. Zhang's words with a gentle and encouraging expression.

Mr. Zhang did draw strength from Song Que's attitude, and his voice became less trembling: "Dr. Song, I really don't know where the problem lies. Now that I think about it, it may be because of the work that was just completed last month. That project put me under too much pressure, and then my whole mental state was not right. I felt that there was something wrong with the whole world I saw now, but I didn’t know what was wrong. Others looked at me as if I He is a psychopath. I often misjudge the time and miss many things. Doctor Song, you must help me, otherwise I will not be able to live my life anymore."

Mr. Zhang's statement is completely consistent with the details observed by Song Que. Now Song Que only needs a few small experiments to confirm his guess.

Song remembered that Zhang Yuanyuan was wearing a skirt today with a large eye-catching embroidery on the right shoulder. He called someone into the office and asked Mr. Zhang: "Wen Zhi, describe her skirt in as much detail as possible."

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Mr. Zhang was a little confused about this request, and Zhang Yuanyuan was even more confused. However, she was used to Song Que's various magical operations when diagnosing patients, so she stood there upright and let Mr. Zhang look at her.

As Mr. Zhang described it, even Zhang Yuanyuan felt that something was wrong. With such a large piece of embroidery on her right shoulder, Mr. Zhang seemed not to see it at all and had no intention of describing it.

Zhang Yuanyuan looked at Song Que, who nodded towards her and said, "Yuanyuan, take Mr. Zhang to the mirror and stand on his right side."

This time, Mr. Zhang saw the exquisite embroidery on Zhang Yuanyuan's right shoulder in the mirror at a glance. He was very surprised and didn't understand why he didn't notice it just now.

Song Que said to Mr. Zhang: "There is good news. There is no mental problem with you. The recent confusion is not a mental illness. Of course, there is also bad news. There is damage to the superior parietal gyrus of your right hemisphere. I suggest You go to the hospital and take a look."

Until Mr. Zhang was sent away, Zhang Yuanyuan didn't know how Song Que discovered the cause of the disease in such a short period of time.

Song Que said: "Damage to the superior parietal gyrus of the right hemisphere will cause people to ignore the perceptual world on the left side. If you look at Mr. Zhang's clothes, it is obvious that the right side is neater, because he only paid attention to the right side. The clothes on his hand The watch is not expensive, and excluding the factor of showing off, then the sleeves are folded up for the convenience of reading the watch. Therefore, the reason why he cannot tell the time is because he ignores half of the world and cannot see the watch, which is consistent with damage to the superior parietal lobe. Judging from his hairstyle, we can tell that this situation occurred suddenly. If we ask him if he has fallen or hit his head recently, we can come up with this bold guess. Finally, we can confirm it with the embroidery on your clothes. In order to make this guess, there is actually a simpler way, draw a circle on the paper and ask the gentleman to fill in the numbers, making sure that all twelve numbers he fills in are on the right clock face."

Zhang Yuanyuan asked subconsciously: "Then why not use this method?"

Song Que said: "With this method, he cannot realize the problem himself."

Zhang Yuanyuan felt ashamed for her excessive thoughts in that second, and soon she simply admired Song Que.