This psychologist is weird

Chapter 38 The Trickster

Inside, the overhead lamps cast light and dispel the darkness.

But behind Chen Lun, some shadows were left behind the man in the wheelchair.

The head on the side of the waist is turned towards the top, avoiding the cover of his hanging arm. The eyes of the middle-aged man in the wheelchair seem to be in a daze, and the fundus of his eyes becomes more cloudy.

The smile on his face gradually faded away.

Sitting on the carpet not far in front of the man in the wheelchair, Chen Lun turned his gaze again and landed on the middle-aged man without saying a word.

"...Old Yang?"

At this time, a sound came from the communication device fixed on the side of the middle-aged man's head on the electric wheelchair.

"what happened?"

Hearing the sound, the middle-aged man paused first, then turned his head, and asked aloud.

"Old Yang... There is a call coming in here, do you want me to transfer it to you right now? It's from your home."

On the other end of the phone, the speaker shouted again, paused, and then spoke again.

When the middle-aged man heard the sound, he paused for a while this time. He looked at the communicator fixed on the armrest and remained silent.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't rush, but just waited.

It's a little quieter in this room.

Chen Lun's eyes fell on the middle-aged man, and he just sat quietly.

"Come here...thank you."

After another pause, the middle-aged man responded to the communication equipment, and then added a thank you,

"No. Then I'll connect it in for you."

The person on the other end of the communication equipment said something again, followed closely, and then quieted down,

Appears to be on the phone.

The middle-aged man turned his head downwards, facing the communicator on the wheelchair,
With some more effort, I moved my dislocated body on the wheelchair,
Leaning down towards the position of the communicator, it seems that he still feels that he is not close enough to the communication device.

Facing the communicator again, the middle-aged man gradually showed some smiles on his face,
"...Dad, Dad..."

But then, on the other end of the transferred phone, a boy's crisp voice came out,
The middle-aged man paused all his movements, trying to force a smile on his face, but stopped halfway through the squeeze, repeatedly trying to show some smile, but just opened his mouth slightly, and couldn't make any sound.

"...Your precious son misses you. I refused to listen to my persuasion and asked me to call you...Okay, the call has been connected, talk to your father."

"...Dad...I miss you..."

On the other end of the phone, a woman's voice rang out, explaining.

"...Hey...my baby son misses me...it's okay..."

After all, a smile appeared on his face. The middle-aged man first smiled and said a few words to his child on the other end of the phone, and then said aloud to his wife on the other end of the phone.

"...Dad, when will you come back... Last time I told Xu Zitong that my father is amazing, she still didn't believe it...Dad, you are back, send me to school..."

On the other end of the phone, the boy's voice sounded again, as if he was talking in front of the phone, the voice was still a little loud.

Listening to the voice of his child on the other end of the phone, the middle-aged man paused again, and repeatedly squeezed out a few smiles, and then smiled again in response to the words of the child and his wife on the other end of the phone,
"...Okay...At that time, I will take you to school...Dad will not come back for a while."

"it is good……"

"Old Yang, the military project you participated in is not over yet, how long will it take?"

On the other end of the phone, the child responded abruptly, and the woman asked again.

"...Yeah, it will take some time."

The middle-aged man paused, and responded with a smile on his face.

"...If it doesn't work, you can just come back... If you come back, just be a professor and our family is not that short of money. No matter how good your treatment is there, you haven't been back for so long..."

On the other end of the phone, the woman was silent for a while, and then spoke again.

"...Dad...Dad, I can eat less snacks and spend less money...Dad, can you come back sooner?"

On the other end of the phone, it seemed that the boy was also talking to the phone.

In the wheelchair, the middle-aged man listened, trying to squeeze out some smiles again and again, but he still couldn't.
"...Come back, Lao Yang..."

On the other end of the phone, the woman spoke again.

The middle-aged man paused again, and finally managed to force a smile,
Although the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see it, he still smiled and answered again,

"...That's okay, the military project, how can you participate if you say you will participate, or leave if you say you will not participate."

On the other end of the phone, the woman fell silent.

"...Then you try to come back as soon as possible...Old Yang, can you start a video...I haven't seen you for a long time...I want to see you..."

"I miss you too……"

After a pause, the woman spoke again on the other end of the phone.

The middle-aged man listened to the woman's words, turned his head, looked at his distorted body,

Turning back again, looking at the communication equipment, he opened his mouth repeatedly, just about to speak,

On the other end of the phone, his child's voice sounded again,

"...Dad, Dad... start the video, I want to see you..."

On the other end of the phone, the boy shouted happily.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound. Instead, there were tears in his eyes.

"... Xiaozheng, go to the bedroom and help mom get the charger. Mom's phone is almost out of battery."

"...But I want to see Dad..."

"...The battery is out, but I can't make calls."

"Ok."

On the other end of the phone, the woman paused again and pushed the child away.

"...Old Yang..."

"...Are you hurt..."

The woman paused again, and some trembling voices came from the communicator.

"Don't hide it from me, Lao Yang... Did you get injured in the army..."

After further questioning, the woman on the other end of the phone already had a weeping tone in her voice.

"No……"

"Lao Yang, don't lie to me, don't lie to me..."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, paused, and barely made a sound,

Immediately afterwards, a woman's crying voice came from the communicator,
"...Did you hurt Lao Yang..."

The middle-aged man was trembling slightly, with tears in his eyes.

He opened his mouth repeatedly, paused, and squeezed out a smile on his face.
"...It's okay...I just hurt my hand."

The middle-aged man squeezed out a smile and said, but the moment he spoke, his voice couldn't stop trembling.

He paused again, and squeezed out more smiles on his face, it seemed that he would speak more easily in this way,

"...Is it serious? Why don't you come back, Lao Yang..."

"...Lao Yang, don't lie to me, okay..."

"...Come back, Lao Yang...you are injured, why don't they let you go! Lao Yang, come back...let's go to Biede Hospital..."

It seems that the emotions accumulated for a long time can no longer be restrained, like a bank bursting, breaking down and venting,
The woman on the other end of the phone, almost crying, said aloud.

"...It's okay, it's not serious...how can it be serious? Now that the army is no longer fighting, I just accidentally fell down and fell off my hand. My hands are a bit inconvenient. I'm still a doctor right now. Hold your phone for me."

The smile on the face of the middle-aged man couldn't hold back any longer, he opened his mouth repeatedly, and then forced himself to say,

"...It's okay, it's okay...I'll be right back when this project is finished. When I have money, I'll give you some jewelry..."

"...I don't want...I don't want anything...Old Yang...Old Yang..."

On the other end of the phone, the woman couldn't stop her accumulated emotions, and cried again,

"...it's okay...it's okay...the child is still in the house..."

The middle-aged man spoke aloud, then turned his head and looked at Chen Lun with pleading eyes.

Looking at the middle-aged man, Chen Lun's face was still calm, and his eyes didn't change much.
"Brother Yang just broke his hand, he will recover after a while."

With a suitable tone, Chen Lun calmly said something.

The middle-aged man turned towards Chen Lun with gratitude in his eyes.

"...Did you hear that, the doctor said it's all right."

Turning back again, the middle-aged man looked at the communicator and squeezed out a smile on his face,
On the other end of the phone, his wife said aloud.

(End of this chapter)