I continued to rest at home for a few days, and then went to the clinic again. To be honest, this episode can make Xiaofeng exhausted. Seven or eight patients come to the house every day, and all of them come to see her, and sometimes they have to be busy until O Jiǔ o'clock in the evening!
However, this is also a rare exercise opportunity. Xiaofeng has gradually mastered the techniques of hypnotherapy, and now she is also beginning to use this therapy to diagnose and treat patients. In other words, her level is not much worse than mine, and many patients can be treated by her.
Life gradually returned to peace, but I was always suspicious. The black hands and criminal groups behind the scenes still hung over me like a lingering haze.
Because of the last incident, the behind-the-scenes criminals and the criminal group stopped all activities and seemed to be hidden. But this does not mean that I am safe, but from this calm, I smell a hint of danger!
During my stay in hospital, I thought about this issue carefully.
If I were the man behind the scenes, I might not have paid attention to this kid named Gao Xin at first, but thought that he might know something and might expose his crimes, so I sent Zhang Guofeng to destroy him. Mouth, I never thought that Zhang Guofeng didn't even succeed, and he took his life!
After that, the police seemed to know something, and opened a big net to crack down on their own criminal syndicate. All this seems to have something to do with the kid called Gaoxin. Then I will continue to despise him
In other words, the black hand behind the scenes did not take me as a dish originally, but after this series of changes happened, he must pay attention to it! He probably hates me very much now, right? I couldn't kill my mouth, but it caused him so much trouble. Does he wish he could get rid of me quickly
Don't look at him now, but there is a saying that he is not afraid of thieves, but he is afraid of thieves! Now he may be hiding his powers and bidding his time, or he may be planning and preparing secretly. Maybe when one move wins, it will directly kill me!
After being targeted by a criminal group leader, can I not feel a chill in my back!
There is another question. What does this criminal group's "own job" do? Like Yang Jingjing said, they can’t just do harm to a few little girls, or play with guns, let alone just stare at me as an ordinary doctor, such a group of criminals with huge energy. What is the ultimate goal? I am puzzled.
"Brother, there is a patient coming!" I was thinking, when my little conscience opened the door of the consulting room, probed in and said.
"Invite him in!" I also stood up, preparing to welcome the patient.
To be honest, I have been in the hospital for a long time, and my job is a bit rusty. This patient is still the first patient I greeted after I was discharged from the hospital!
Afterwards, the little conscience brought in an elderly man. This man is about 50 years old, almost 60 years old, dressed in ordinary clothes, his appearance is not good, and he can even be said to be a little wretched. He is also a little bit down. The local supports central hairstyles. He is a bit fat and has a big belly. Even though he is wearing a down jacket, I can still see it.
At this time, his face was full of sadness, as if his mentality was extremely bad, his brows were frowned, and he looked very depressed.
"Hello! Sir, please sit down!" I entered the state and greeted the patient quickly and sat on the sofa.
Later, Xiao Jianxin served him tea and went out.
"What do you call your sir?" I asked eagerly.
"My name is Cheng..." the old man replied in a low voice without lifting his head.
"Mr. Cheng, do you have anything to consult?" I asked habitually.
"Consultation? There is nothing to consult, I want to see a doctor!" The Mr. Cheng replied somewhat unceremoniously.
To be honest, I was choked! I asked this to avoid the claim of being ill, but he would rather not take this practice.
"Oh... well, what do you want to see?" I asked again.
"You are a doctor, I have any disease, can't you give me a diagnosis! If I know it myself, do I need to come to you!" This surnamed Cheng actually responded.
I rub... To be honest, the clinic has been open for almost a year, and this is the first time I have encountered such a patient!
"I mean, you think you have any problem and need me to help you!" I suppressed my anger and still asked with a smile on my face.
"I don't have any problems, I'm here to see a doctor, and I didn't ask a teacher to ask questions!" This Mr. Cheng is simply a master!
"Then... Why do you feel uncomfortable?" My tone has changed at this time, a bit stiff.
"I feel comfortable everywhere!" This surnamed Cheng answered unexpectedly!
I'll take it, you didn't come here to make trouble on purpose, right! At this time, I was already out of anger, and I could feel my face flushed! However, I can't get angry. That would be too unprofessional. No matter what kind of patient I am, I can't lose my temper!
I am a psychiatrist. Most of the patients I met were mentally unhealthy patients. Their performances were different, but in the end, they were all abnormal. I can't get angry because of such a small matter. Then I would be a psychiatrist.
"Well... Mr. Cheng, please tell me, what mental illness do you want to see today? Or, what kind of symptoms do you think you have in your psychological aspect?" I changed my professional tone. Explain this issue clearly.
"You finally got the idea!" Mr. Cheng
As soon as he raised his head, he glanced at me blankly, "I suspect that my child is not my own!"
With this sentence, I understood why he was so sad! Any man who discovers that the child is not his own will probably not be able to accept it. Indeed, many of the previous cases have suffered from various mental illnesses for this reason.
However, although the cause is important, I must now figure out what type of mental illness Mr. Cheng has, that is to say, he must be diagnosed before he can be treated. There is a direction.
But now, I haven't figured out what kind of illness he is. Is it anxiety disorder or delusion disorder, or bipolar disorder? Why don't I look alike
"Why are you so suspicious? Do you have any evidence?" I asked.
"There is no evidence, that's how I doubt it!" This Mr. Cheng actually replied.
After hearing his answer, I felt that this Mr. Cheng is more likely to suffer from delusions. I wanted to get a form for him to fill out. I didn’t expect his next words to surprise me even more!
"I often steal things and I can't control myself!" Mr. Cheng said so surprisingly.
What? Is he also suffering from theft? What are the symptoms? how…
Hey? No, why is the condition he described is so similar to the patients I have seen before
I suspect that the child is not my own. It is exactly what happened to my first patient, Mr. Wang, and the thievery is not exactly what happened to Mrs. Hao Zailai, the original waiter Xiaoxuan!
This... Isn't it weird? Is this a coincidence
Thinking of this, I took a good look at Mr. Cheng in front of me. Judging from his expression, it seemed to be true, but how could this be? Is there such a coincidence
Next, the description of Mr. Cheng is even more incredible. All the symptoms he described are almost astonishingly similar to the few patients I have contacted since I opened the clinic, and can even be said to be exactly the same!
This is unscientific and simply impossible! Mental illness, although there are syndromes, it is impossible to get so many kinds of mental illness at the same time! Every kind of mental illness has its original factors, and even the boundary is very clear. It is impossible to suffer from some mental illnesses at the same time!
Could it be that this surnamed Cheng is teasing me
However, I suddenly realized a crucial question, even if he was really teasing me, what kind of patients I had received, how did he know! Can you even say that you know it well
Judging from what he said, it seems that he really replaced all the patients I had received with his own experience and told me about it!
Suddenly, I had a slight doubt and looked at the cabinet on the side of my desk... (End of this chapter)