Watch him blot the water from his hair with a tissue while he sips his mint tea.
Lu Baizhou noticed his gaze, raised his eyelids to look at him, and said, "Who slapped you?"
Ling Chennan knew that there was a red mark on his face that was scratched by Bai Sheng's nails before — it wasn't deep enough to be seen, so he said casually, "Cat."
Lu Baizhou snorted, and asked again: "What did you say on the phone earlier? The person who asked me to check for you."
Ling Chennan knew him very well when he was in school. Although he was not the type of friend who had to be in touch with every day, he hit it off and felt at ease with each other, so he didn't bother to deal with him. He said frankly: "My name is Shen Yinchuan. He should have been in prison more than half a year ago. Yes, the charge was intentional injury, and he was sentenced to more than two years."
Lu Baizhou is a specially-appointed psychiatrist in the prison. He mainly provides psychological construction, preparation and evaluation for felons before they are released from prison, so as to help them re-adapt to the social environment step by step.
He asked, "What is he doing?"
Ling Chennan: "Check to see if he is really in your prison. If so, I want to talk to him."
Lu Baizhou was a little curious: "You even know the other details of his imprisonment, so don't you know which prison he is serving his sentence in?"
Ling Chennan thought for a while, but still said: "It's from hearsay, I'm not sure."
Lu Baizhou raised one eyebrow, with a "go on?" expression.
Ling Chennan took another sip from his cup, and then said: "How should I put it... It's related to one of my customers. His condition is mostly related to this Shen Yinchuan's inability to escape. Now the treatment is a bit of a bottleneck. I want to try to find out from other aspects to see if there are any clues. "
Lu Baizhou laughed and said, "Are you a private detective or a psychologist? You need to investigate this kind of thing? You are in charge of diagnosis and treatment to ease the mentality of patients, not to find out the truth." He put his hand on his chin and joked: "I thought your private clinic paid you well and you didn't have to work overtime."
Ling Chennan smiled wryly: "Senior..."
Lu Baizhou said: "Keep your distance, junior, what is the most important ability of a psychologist?"
Ling Chennan continued to smile wryly: "Restraint, I know..."
Lu Baizhou interrupted him: "Aren't you always super indifferent, why do you suddenly have the enthusiasm to investigate the patient's private life?"
Ling Chennan laughed and said: "Why am I so indifferent! I'm so easy-going! And... this is not a private life, how should I put it, it has a lot to do with his treatment, I... I'm not sure if he is delusional or something is real, hey, I’m ashamed to say that I can’t judge.”
Lu Baizhou raised his eyebrows and let out a soft "ha", Ling Chennan continued: "For example, he said that Shen Yinchuan called him several times a day in prison, but he had already changed his phone number. A prisoner has the resources to investigate A reclusive person's new number?"
Just as Lu Baizhou was about to say something, the waiter came in with the food, and the two drank water silently in tacit understanding, and only spoke again after the dish cloth was finished and the door was closed.
Lu Baizhou: "I can't tell... Some people have more serious delusions. They tell the story to themselves too many times in their minds. In the end, I believe it. In this case, the expression and body are more coordinated, which is not easy. Judge whether the other party is lying. What did you just say, he said that Shen called him every day?"
Ling Chennan nodded: "Two or three times a day, and he changed his number."
Lu Baizhou pursed his lips: "It's unlikely, first of all, not every prison in our country has this kind of outbound calling service, but it happens that our prison does, but the phone numbers dialed by prisoners need to be verified and verified first. Make sure you are a direct relative, and then add it to the list of 'family calls' before you can make a call. The whole process of the call is monitored, in case the prisoner discusses escape from prison. And as far as the quota is concerned, it is at most once a week. Your patient is probably watching too many American dramas. Alright, next time you ask him if he has seen "Orange Is the New Black"."
Ling Chennan frowned unconsciously: "You mean he's lying?"
Lu Baizhou clicked his tongue: "Don't be so serious, your face is too stinky!" He waved his hands, picked up his chopsticks and began to pick up vegetables, and said, "Don't jump to conclusions, anyway, I will go to work the day after tomorrow Let me ask you, what if... your patient received a phone call from a prison colleague who asked him to verify the phone number? It's hard to say."
Ling Chennan sighed, picked up his chopsticks, and said, "Thanks, I'm sorry to trouble you, let's eat, hey... the cake you want, while it's hot."
Lu Baizhou said, "You can eat it too", and brought the whole basket of scallion pancakes in front of him.
After eating for a while, the two chatted about other things, and updated each other on the current situation of themselves and their mutual friends. The atmosphere of the night market in front of the school was vaguely restored in the box, except that the two of them were already mature. Many social people.
"Senior..." Ling Chennan hesitated and said, "It's a good thing that the patient has empathy for you."
Lu Baizhou was happily looking for diced chicken in a plate of red dried chilies, and said without raising his head: "Of course, the patient has a close relationship with you, and he is willing to show you the order in his heart. Only when the patient has established a therapeutic relationship." The basis of the relationship."
Ling Chennan said: "What if... this kind of empathy is more extreme?"
Lu Baizhou raised his eyes and looked at him: "How extreme? I had a patient before, who lived a double life. Every day, he frightenedly concealed the other half of himself from the outside world, causing huge conflicts with himself. Later, he began to use various Do you know how to investigate me in various ways, probably to let me feel the gaze of being probed by the outside world."
Ling Chennan was a little surprised: "You have also experienced this kind of thing? Then?"
Lu Baizhou grasped the key words: "Also? After that, of course, it is still how to treat and how to treat. You also know that to try your best to truly and accurately reflect the patient's emotions, you must remain objective, otherwise we did the same thing before entering the profession. What is the purpose of multiple self-experiences? Counter-transference is the most critical step in treatment. You must reflect the patient’s emotions to the greatest extent, but also be extremely restrained. After all, once this projection is distorted, it is easy to waste all previous efforts and cannot get back.”
Ling Chennan nodded, remembering what his teacher always said: "The greatest ability of a therapist is not how much knowledge he has, but how much he has solved his own problems."
Lu Baizhou also nodded.
The two were silent for a while, and the food and drinks were empty, Lu Baizhou asked: "Do you have patients who are investigating you in reverse?"
Ling Chennan sighed: "He should have been followed and closely monitored for a long time in the past, but... his investigation of me was far before the two of us began to have therapeutic contact. The fruits of successfully developing an empathetic relationship model...are a bit of a stretch."
Lu Baizhou thought for a while and said, "Not necessarily. If he has had this kind of experience, it will inevitably be difficult to establish a sense of trust with strangers. Since he wants to ask for help, but he has no idea, he may investigate you for the sake of Give yourself a sense of security and the courage to contact you."
Would he investigate that he couldn't help himself and stalked his every move morbidly
Ling Chennan asked: "You really think so?"
Lu Baizhou was serious for less than three seconds, and said with a smile: "Of course I am talking nonsense! I have never met him, and the station is not responsible for the above remarks."
Ling Chennan glared at him.
He went on to say: "What's the matter, junior, it's rare to see you look so distressed, can't you just tease you?"
Ling Chennan was extremely helpless, and said maliciously: "I forgot to tell you, Senior Sister Zhan is getting married, oh... Seeing how surprised you are, you didn't receive the invitation, right? You deserve it? Are you a bad mouth?"
Lu Baizhou screamed strangely a few times, and forced Ling Chennan to show him the wedding photos of the bride and groom, and lamented for a while about the changes in the world and the old love empathy, and the two of them never discussed work-related matters before saying goodbye.
[Ninth Week · Friday]
Ling Chennan started whirling around the front desk with the water glass again, seeing that Miss Zheng was dizzy, and had to stop it: "Doctor, sit!"
Ling Chennan glared at her, expressing dissatisfaction with her behavior of treating him like her own Teddy.
He simply leaned over and lay down on her cubicle, looking furtively at her computer: "Isn't the appointment canceled for a while?"
Miss Zheng raised her head: "What appointment, should I cancel it?"
Ling Chennan had an innocent face: "I don't know."
Miss Zheng ignored him.
Ling Chennan was bored, and went back to the office aggrieved.
Just two minutes after four o'clock, there was a knock on the door. He hurried back to his desk and pretended to sit calmly. The next moment, Bai Sheng's face poked out from behind the door.
Ling Chennan looked at him, a little surprised that he really came, and felt that it seemed reasonable.
The other party was still white and clean, wearing a thick army green overcoat, and his whole face was sunken in the fur around the edge of the big hat. He called out, "Doctor."
In just one second, Ling Chennan had countless words, many questions, and many inquiries in his mind, but he finally agreed with a blank face: "Yes."
Bai Sheng didn't notice anything strange, turned around and took off his coat and hung it up. The light gray sweater was empty, he put his hand on the scarf and paused, then took it off anyway.
After approaching and sitting down, Ling Chennan found that there were still bruise marks on his neck near his chin, and it was no accident that it was his own masterpiece.
Sensing his gaze, Bai Sheng covered it with his hands a little embarrassedly, and said, "I don't know what's going on, it hurts for several days."
Ling Chennan was expressionless: "I don't know what's going on?"
Bai Sheng: "Yeah, it seems to be done on Friday, and it hurts to swallow all day on Saturday." As if afraid of him worrying, he added: "But it's okay."
Ling Chennan raised his chin slightly, unconsciously