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Dense raindrops hit the window, Amelia, Amelia Browning, should I say Dr. Browning. After lengthy counseling sessions with others, she needed time to collect herself.
This is her professionalism. When the patient is there, she will be the most loyal listener and the most relaxing comforter. Here, this closed, comfortable office is the safest haven for patients. But when Emilia is the only one left here, well, she has the right to use the resources she says she has to provide herself with comfort.
"Take a deep breath." The psychiatrist said to the floor-to-ceiling windows that reflected his image darkly, "Emilia, take a deep breath."
"You are safe here, Emilia." She said to her image that was disrupted by the raindrops. "It's just you and me. You can say anything here. I'm here to help you."
The dark things outside the window were cut into countless fragments by the dense lines of rain. The disrupted image took a deep breath, "I'm scared, he makes me a stranger, I, I'm afraid he will hurt me! No, I..."
Emily, who was standing in front of the window, stretched out her hand and pressed the window so that her image overlapped with her palm, "It doesn't matter, you can tell me. Don't rush to conclusions yet, tell me first, why are you here?" "
As mentioned above, don’t jump to conclusions yet. This young and beautiful doctor is not crazy. She is, well, simulating. simulation. If she were a patient, what would it be like when seeing a psychiatrist
It was almost the scene now. She fearfully expressed the fear that she didn't even acknowledge, and then waited for the doctor who was supposed to give her a cure to penetrate into her heart little by little...
The simulation continues.
"He became agitated and irritable. He began to say to himself some words about 'no longer safe'... And, and I saw him, his face was rotting..." The dark glass image gradually opened up his heart. .
The office door was pushed open.
James held the doorknob and looked at the female doctor standing in front of the window, "Your assistant said I can come in directly."
The image shattered by raindrops on the floor-to-ceiling windows disappeared and was blocked by the drawn curtains. Emilia had a professional smile on her face, "Of course, Detective, Detective Lance, right." She walked towards this safe haven. center. He motioned to the detective, "Sit here."
James closed the door, brushed off the water stains on his shoulders, and took out a document from his arms. "Sorry I'm late." He walked towards the doctor who was already sitting on the very comfortable-looking sofa and handed over the document. He took the document and curled his lips, "Three hours have passed. Please sign. I will be on time next time."
Emilia looked at the document handed to her. This was the 'attendance sheet'. The police detective in front of her was forced to undergo psychological counseling, and what was handed to her now was the progress certificate of this counseling.
Amelia waited for a while, looked up at James, and realized that the young police detective was not joking, and persistently held the document in front of her. The pen with its cap removed was still pressed against his thumb.
Amelia sighed in her heart, why are the police like this? They always despise psychological counseling and treat the psychological shadow caused by trauma as child's play.
"Okay." Amelia took the document, held the pen on James' document, and opened the area where signatures were required. The writing is on.
James's eyes had turned away, and he was scanning the room casually. In his life, the son of a general has been in interrogation rooms, torture rooms, and physical examination rooms, all places that have a cold and hard metal feel. But he has never been to a psychological counseling, uh, room like the living room of an ordinary family.
The file is handed back. James took it, nodded to the female doctor, turned around and left. Well, this is as simple as what my partner Coulson said. Although James promised that he would definitely not eat it next time, do you think this is true or not
James stopped just as he reached the door. He flipped through the documents with one hand and stared at the signature at the bottom of the document with a frown, 'Doctor Pudding'.
James thought for a moment, opened the door, and looked at the nameplate on the door, 'Dr. Amelia Browning'. After closing the door, he turned towards the female doctor who was still sitting on the sofa and handed over the document again, "What is this?"
"Signature." Amelia looked up and looked at James with a smile, "You wanted an autograph, and I gave you one. Any questions?"
"Well." James frowned and looked at the female doctor with light makeup, "There's a problem. You signed the wrong one. It's Browning, not pudding."
"Wrong?" Emilia showed a surprised expression, took the document and looked at her signature. He seemed to be surprised by his clerical error. He pointed at his signature and smiled at the frowning James, "Haha, what was I thinking? Pudding, I'm sorry! Haha."
After laughing, Amelia closed the document, handed it back to James, lowered her head and began to flip through the information in her hand.
James was stunned, then hesitantly took the document still signed by 'Doctor Pudding', and asked tentatively, "Doctor Browning?"
"Huh?" Amelia tilted her head and continued her information, as if she didn't mean to look at James.
"Doctor Browning." James' face darkened and he called again in a low voice.
Amelia raised her head as if impatient, looked at James in confusion, and spread her hands, "What! Do you have anything else to do? Detective?"
James was stunned again, then frowned and looked directly into the other person's eyes, "Aren't you going to change your ways? Browning?"
"Change what?" Amelia seemed to be really confused.
James stared at Amelia, as if to find out what the woman was thinking. He took a deep breath, spread out the document, pointed to the wrong signature, and explained in a straight and clear manner, "You signed the wrong one, please change it."
"Oh!" Emilia blinked, as if she had been reminded, "That's what you said." She raised her outstretched hand halfway, shrugged, and took back the hand that was about to touch the file, "Well—" She lengthened her voice and lowered her head. He waved his hands as if he didn't care, "Forget it, it's so troublesome. No one will see it anyway."
James looked at the female doctor in surprise and blinked unconsciously.
After being silent for half a minute, James directly placed the open document in Amelia's hand and said gloomily. "Dr. Browning, please don't joke about this, it will go into my file."
Emilia looked at the document that was forcibly put in front of her and put it aside calmly, "Are you kidding me?" She stood up, walked to her desk, smiled and shook her head, "Detective, a wrong signature is the worst thing you can do. Don’t worry about leaving stains on your file.”
James frowned. Staring at the female doctor, "What do you mean?"
Emilia pointed to the clock on the wall, "You were three hours late and 'very conveniently' missed your treatment time." Emilia made quotation marks, "This is irresponsible performance." Then he continued calmly, "And he lied in front of me, saying that you will be on time next time."
James already had a premonition. He won't like where this conversation is going.
Amelia took out a piece of information from the drawer and shook it at James. "Unlike you." She shrugged, "I will handle my own affairs very seriously. I read your information." She flipped through James' information casually, "I have been a police detective since I came to Barton. You are the general's only son. In fact, I admire you very much." Emilia pursed her lips. In order to increase the persuasiveness, he nodded slightly.
"But." Of course there will be buts, "I think." Emilia shook her head regretfully, "You are about to say goodbye to your career as a police detective and casually let down your famous father. Hmm. I guess. "Amelia looked at James with a searching look.
Naturally, he was exploring. The female doctor didn't know what James cared about yet. Yes, the psychiatrist's psychological analysis of James Lance has now begun.
James's expression obviously moved. He crossed his thick arms across his chest and stared at Amelia.
"Woo." Amelia raised an eyebrow as she watched James, the elongated notes turned, and a slender finger pointed at James' body and turned several times, "Reflexive self-protection mode. , wanting to put herself in the position of a bystander. When I said something important, she tried to rationally analyze whether what I said was correct in a detached way." She had a slight smile on her face, "You don't believe me. It could cost you your job, right?”
James frowned and put down his hands, feeling uncomfortable because he didn't know where to put his hands.
Emilia smiled and shook her head, "You should believe me." She tilted her head, as if she was impatient to explain, stopped smiling, and looked at James again seriously, "You are the worst type. , you have violent tendencies."
She flipped through the information on her desk and clicked somewhere, "This is why you were forced to be admitted to the hospital. You have shown a threat to the life safety of others as an ordinary citizen. Think about it as a person holding weapons." What kind of damage can you do to the police?"
Amelia closed the document, "So as a doctor, whether you admit it or not." She stared into James' eyes with self-mockery, "You are not the first police officer to come in, so I know you, Police. Do you think we psychiatrists are all a bunch of bastards?"
Emilia shrugged, "Don't be embarrassed, it's the same for you as well for me." Emilia chuckled lightly, "Lance."
James' eye twitched.
"I don't care about treating you." Emilia continued, "I don't think you think you are sick either. So my goal is just to prevent you from causing harm to others." Emilia paused for a moment. "If you don't cooperate with me to achieve the goal I want, I'm sorry, but I will definitely make you lose your status as a police officer."
Emilia lowered her head and began to write something on a piece of paper.
"What else are you writing?" James frowned and moved forward unconsciously, trying to see clearly.
"You." Amelia answered without any concealment, "You are irresponsible, lying, and how uncooperative you are in my treatment. As the security defender of Barton City, considering the bad impact you will cause, I My assessment is that you are no longer fit to take on the responsibility..."
"Three hours." James had already sat on the soft sofa, adjusted his clothes, and interrupted Amelia with an expressionless expression, "Let's get started. And, again, I'm sorry for being late."
Emilia raised her eyebrows and threw the scrawled draft into the trash can, "Let me get started, Detective Lance..." (A great pie-in-the-sky activity, cool mobile phones are waiting for you! Follow~ Click /Official account (Add friends on WeChat-Add official account-Enter dd), participate now! Everyone will win a prize, follow the dd WeChat official account now!) (..)