It seemed that it took a lot of effort to open his eyes, the first thing Yan Qingshan saw was Tang Xiping's face above.
For a moment, he could only see the other person's lips opening and closing, his ears were full of buzzing tinnitus, and he couldn't hear any sound.
Looking down slightly, there is no gap in the chest pierced by a sharp object, but the aftertaste of that pain still lingers on the nerve endings, and the shirt is soaked in cold sweat and sticks tightly to the back.
In the next second, he heard Tang Xiping let out a slight sigh of relief: "Finally woke up."
The five senses finally returned to the body.
His breathing was still a little short, and he closed his eyelashes to calm down for a while, then sat up and rubbed his brows. He didn't speak to Tang Xiping either, and got up and went into the shower.
Tang Xiping watched his movements silently the whole time, and heard the sound of water, and saw him come out of the shower room half a minute later, with a few drops of water remaining on his cheeks, black hair on his forehead wet and sticking to his cool white complexion, handsome eyebrows and eyes Softened by the water and softened the indifference—it looks a bit lively and fragrant.
At this point, Mr. Tang Xiping couldn't help raising his eyebrows and sighing: "Comrade Yan Qingshan, why didn't I know before that you still have such a dramatic side..."
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Tang Xiping and Yan Qingshan work as teachers at the same university, but their career experiences are not similar. Yan Qingshan stayed in school directly after finishing his graduate studies, while Tang Xiping had three years of experience abroad for further study.
This is also related to the major he chose. He majored in psychology, and the development of related employment in China is still not perfect. His tutor suggested that he should go abroad as much as possible when he was a graduate student.
According to the weight he gave to his resume during the study abroad, after returning to China, he first got the position of a physician in the mental health department of a tertiary hospital. Over the past few years, he worked hard to climb to the position of attending doctor. Earlier this month, he received an olive branch from his alma mater. Part-time job as a university tutor.
It can be said that Comrade Tang Xiping has lived a fulfilling life in the past seven years.
As a psychiatrist, he has always had the habit of recording the development and treatment of the disease in detail in his private medical records for every case he comes into contact with clinically, so he should use it for introspection.
Today is no exception.
The living room was very quiet, under the soft yellowish light, except for the faint sound of the tip of the pen touching the paper, there was almost no second sound.
After a long time, this silence was broken by a sudden and rapid gasp from the sofa, and then the man turned over from the sofa and sat up.
Tang Xi didn't stop writing in his hand, and said without raising his head: "Are you awake? How is it? Do you feel uncomfortable?"
The other party was silent for a while, as if he was still trying to understand the current situation, and when he came to his senses, he hurried over here, speaking in a condescending and concise voice, with a sense of danger and compulsion that cannot be ignored:
"What about people?"
The handwriting paused slightly.
Tang Xiping looked up at the man in front of him with dark eyes and a dangerous expression, but smiled very easily, picked up the file bag on the side, and handed it to him:
"Well, he has already signed the name. Let me tell you that you will have nothing to do with each other from now on."
Han Ning's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the document as if poisoned. He pulled it over and tore it to shreds. His tone of voice was almost bloodthirsty and frightening. He paused every word:
"Hugh, think!"
…
Watching the other party slam the door and leave, Tang Xiping twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. No matter how aggressive he is, in his own eyes at the moment, he is just a lost dog.
He shook his head, looked back, and continued to complete the matter at hand.
When he finally finished it meticulously, he closed the case book, and before receiving it in the file bag, he finally filled in the brief information summary on the title page—
Patient name: Han Ning
Primary Diagnosis: Paranoid psychotic disorder/paranoid delusions
Treatment options: hypnotic psychological induction, mental stabilization drugs. Continue to watch.
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Yan Qingshan hadn't finished his meal when he received Tang Xiping's call. Letting the phone vibrate beside him, he ignored it with automatic chopsticks.
When he was 70% full, he put down his chopsticks, took a napkin and wiped his fingertips at the corners of his mouth, then slowly took his mobile phone and connected the persistent fifth call.
Hearing it over the phone, Tang Xiping's voice couldn't hide the sigh: "...so blatantly bullying a mental patient, Mr. Yan, won't your conscience ache?"
Facing the questioning, Teacher Yan poured himself a glass of water gracefully and calmly, and said softly, "Why did I bully him? Didn't he want a divorce himself? I'm just helping him."
Tang Xiping sneered: "Hehe. I've never seen a seven-year itch who would voluntarily leave the house after getting a divorce... Don't you know what he's up to?"
Recalling the value of the asset quota that he saw in the agreement earlier, he couldn't help but tsk-tsk: "Anyway, you won't suffer at all - get rich overnight after getting married, and you can enter the city's top ten gold medals on the same day." Wouldn't it be nice to be at the top of the list of bachelors, and looking for the next spring is just a matter of hooking your hands casually?"
Yan Qingshan was noncommittal and did not respond.
Both parties on the phone were suddenly silent for a few seconds. Tang Xiping looked at the scattered paper on the ground in front of him, and suddenly felt heavy fatigue in his heart for no reason.
He sighed silently, turned his head back and leaned against the back of the chair, resting the back of his hand on his forehead, closing his eyes to hide the complex and indescribable expression in his eyes.
He spoke softly, with a touch of delusion-like warmth and softness in his tone: "I clearly love you to the bottom of my heart...how can you do it, huh?"
Yan Qingshan put down the water glass in his hand, and was silent for a moment.
The author has something to say:
This disease is pure nonsense, and the theoretical basis for treatment is zero, so please don’t delve into it…