After Fang Yun was taken away by the police, Wen Qiao also began to investigate Lin Lang's psychologist, and Fu Chuan provided her with the address.
The psychologist's clinic is not far from her home, only half an hour's drive away.
There is a white two-story building facing the street. The building is beautifully built and there is a small bamboo forest behind it. I heard that this psychological clinic is very famous.
Wen Qiao entered the clinic and told the receptionist that she wanted to see Dr. Zhu.
Zhu Yuanying is the owner and chief psychologist of this clinic.
The receptionist glanced at her and asked, "Do you have an appointment?"
Wen Qiao leaned on the front desk and smiled slightly: "Just say I'm here for Miss Lin Langlin's matter, and call."
The receptionist felt that the beautiful eyes of the girl in front of her seemed to be able to bewitch people, so she actually picked up the phone and dialed.
After a while, she hung up the phone and said, "I'll take you upstairs."
Outside the innermost office on the second floor, the receptionist knocked on the door, and a middle-aged man's deep voice came from inside: "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and the decoration style inside was very bright, mainly in white. There was also a small tea room, mainly in gray. A well-maintained man in his forties was sitting behind the desk. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and a white coat. He was smiling slightly, but his smile could not be felt. It was a very formal smile, which made people feel a little chill from behind for no reason.
The front desk closed the door for them. Doctor Zhu stood up and looked Wen Qiao up and down: "I wonder if you are..."
Wen Qiao smiled slightly: "My last name is Wen, and I am a good friend of Lin Lang's cousin Du Weiyang."
She did not reveal her medical skills in order to avoid making Dr. Zhu wary of her.
"Hello, hello. What can I do for you?"
"Is Lin Lang's depression serious?"
Doctor Zhu pushed up his glasses and said, "It's serious. When she came to see me, she was already suffering from severe depression."
"Then what?"
"After a period of treatment, she got better. Unfortunately, I couldn't watch her 24 hours a day. She was in a lot of pain when she was fighting the disease. In the end, she couldn't bear it. Just like that... I only found out about it recently. I feel very sad."
Dr. Zhu's acting skills are not as good as Fang Yun's. When he said he was sad, his eyes didn't look that sad.
"Can I know what medicines Dr. Zhu gave Lin Lang?"
Doctor Zhu saw that the girl was young, but he still kept her in mind: "Are you a college student?"
Wen Qiao looked a little confused and ignorant: "Well, I'm at the Central Conservatory of Music, studying pipa."
Doctor Zhu smiled slightly. People who study music usually don't have such a good brain. If she studied mathematics or physics, or even medicine, he would have to be more wary of her.
He waved to Wen Qiao: "Come here."
Wen Qiao walked up to him and he turned the computer to the side: "The medicines I prescribed for each patient are all recorded in this system. Take a look."
He adjusted the system to five years ago and found Lin Lang's file, which was filled with medical terms, which he felt Wen Qiao could not understand.
Wen Qiao took a quick glance and wrote down all the professional names of the medicines.
Doctor Zhu was very cautious and he slid the mouse and turned the pages quickly. Even so, Wen Qiao had memorized all the drug names on the three pages.
Dr. Zhu quickly closed the system page: "Do you have any other questions?"
(End of this chapter)