step by step addiction

On the sixth floor of Tenn Psychology, the door of the chief physician's office was pushed open. Zheng Hui, who was about to take off his white coat, stopped, looked at the door, and put his clothes back on again.

"I thought you wouldn't come here again, you haven't been here for a long time." He pondered for a while, "I haven't seen you for more than three months."

Zhuang Yan sat down and said in a calm tone, "Come here and prescribe some medicine."

Zheng Hui stared at him for a while before sitting back in his seat. While turning on the computer again, he asked, "Did you not sleep well recently?"

"Ah."

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

The office was quiet for a long time before hearing a low-pitched voice with obvious impatience.

"I can't sleep, I wake up easily."

Zheng Hui nodded slightly, "How many hours can I sleep every day now?"

Zhuang Yan frowned, his tone was cold and distant, "I'm just here to prescribe medicine."

While prescribing the prescription, Zheng Hui said, "I need to prescribe it according to your condition. Can't you sleep for four hours a day now?"

Zhuang Yan looked down at the phone, "I'm too busy with work."

Zheng Hui typed on the keyboard while saying: "You haven't come here a few months ago, your sleep should have improved, has there been any change in the environment around you recently?"

"Changed jobs."

Zheng Hui knew that he was just perfunctory, but also knew that it was more difficult for him to open his heart. He was too calm and emotionally indifferent. This kind of people were very wary of psychiatrists.

Zheng Hui didn't ask any more questions, just said: "Your condition is much more serious now than it was a few months ago, and you have stopped taking the medicine for a long time, so this time I will give you a slightly higher dose, which will be accompanied by slight drowsiness Symptoms, don't worry, try not to sleep during the day, stay to sleep at night."

"Ah."

Zheng Hui suggested again slowly, "If you can, try to get in touch with someone you are interested in. You can try to have dinner together first, and talk about hobbies together. You don't need to deliberately develop a relationship. Choose someone who makes you comfortable. It’s a good way to get along.”

Zhuang Yan's eyes were fixed, and his voice was a little hoarse, "What will happen if you do this?"

Zheng Hui looked at his eyebrows and eyes, surprised in his heart, but said calmly on his face: "You may feel happiness, peace of mind, or anger, nervousness, these emotions that you did not have before, you may be able to feel them."

After a pause, he tentatively asked, "Is there anything that made you happy recently?"

Happy... Zhuang Yan subconsciously thought of the scene, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc unconsciously.

He hugged her soft body and sat in the co-pilot. The small and cramped space brought the distance between the two of them infinitely closer.

Her delicate breath sprayed on his face, so soft that he couldn't hold it back, but he stopped at the last moment.He suddenly remembered that she hadn't menstruated for a while.

At that moment, he forgot everything, he only remembered that it was very sweet, like eating sugar.

"Has there ever been anything that made you angry?" Zheng Hui continued to ask persuasively.

Angry... It was like flashing in my mind for a moment, and various images kept flashing, when she was tied up, looked at him with tears on her face, when she was hit by a car, when she looked at him in despair, when she applied for resignation, When she said that the child was aborted, when she was almost raped by Xie Cheng, when she said she was going to leave, when she was confessed, when she was with Li Mobai...

Zhuang Yan's eyes became more and more hostile, and anger flashed on his usually indifferent and emotionless face, as if he was about to explode in the next moment.

Zheng Hui had a complete understanding in his heart, and stopped him at the right time: "Being angry means caring, means going against your own wishes, and this is where your heart is hidden. This person is very special to you, you can tell me.. .”

"Diagnostic form." Zhuang Yan suddenly said indifferently.

Zheng Hui smiled regretfully, handed him the printed list, and reminded: "The harder the spring is pressed, the harder it will bounce back, and the same is true for human emotions. You must vent and relax properly, hold back your emotions, Too long, and the body will get sick, because emotions are the masters of our bodies."

......

On the twentieth floor of the Imperial Law Firm, the huge space was so quiet that there was no sound, only the smell of food in the restaurant seemed to be a bit popular here.

Zhuang Yan took off the mosquito cover, and the pungent smell came to his nostrils, irritating the nasal mucosa, which made him sneezed uncontrollably.

He slowly opened the stool, sat down, and picked up a fresh and spicy frog, the tender meat was wrapped in red oil, and the bone could be peeled off with a light suck, and the choking spicy taste also wafted down the throat .

"Ahem...cough..." Zhuang Yan coughed while eating, and took another sip of water from time to time, but the expression on his face became more and more serious.

He quickly put down his chopsticks and called the housewife with a cold tone, "Today's taste is not enough."

The housewife had left by then.Since Ji Yunsu left, although she still cooks here, Zhuang Yan doesn't let her stay in the room, and doesn't let her clean it, even the sheets and bedding are not allowed to be changed, and the food must be cooked spicy.

After eating the light taste for more than [-] years, I suddenly couldn't bear this spicy taste every day.She also felt distressed, so after persisting for a while, she tried to make only slightly spicy today.

As a result, she was noticed immediately, and the housewife couldn't help but sigh: she is still a person who cannot be fooled.

Although she wanted to persuade her, she felt that it was useless to say anything now, so she could only find an excuse, "Today is not enough seasoning, I will buy it again tomorrow."

Looking at the empty bowl opposite, Zhuang Yan was a little distracted. He was stunned for a moment, then hung up the phone, picked up the bowl opposite, added two spoonfuls of rice, and picked up some of the vegetables, filling up the bowl.

He picked up the chopsticks again, slowly finished the rice in his own bowl, and then brought the bowl opposite to him, eating cleanly.

It was five in the morning again, Zhuang Yan opened his eyes and looked at the stars in the night sky.

He sat up and drank half of the glass of wine next to him in one gulp. The ice-cold wine flowed down his throat all the way into his stomach. It was hot and cold. His body seemed to be in two extreme environments, and he sweated coldly from time to time. , sometimes hot sweat.

The world seems to be spinning.

......

Cheng Zhao arrived at the company on time at 08:30, but when he walked into the office, he was surprised to see that Zhuang Yan's office door was not open.

This situation has never been seen since coming here.

"Hey, what happened to Zhuang Jian today? For the first time, he didn't arrive early." Wei Hong's assistant Tian Kuo asked standing at the door.

Cheng Zhao got up quickly, "Is there anything I need to do?"

"No, I just came to chat with my junior brother. No one talked to me before. After you came, my days are not so boring."

Cheng Zhao laughed, "You should call me by my name. Many people said I was an airborne soldier. If they knew that I was a schoolmate ten years younger than you, you would probably be talked about by them too."

It is not easy to enter the unit, even if it is just cleaning. Many people fight for a position, and even look for connections everywhere. People like Cheng Zhao who have no work experience on their resumes, in everyone's eyes, just go through the back door.

Tian Kuo said affirmatively: "I've seen how powerful Zhuang Jian is, and now no one dares to gossip about you. After all, there is no need to doubt the strength of the person who can be selected by him."

Cheng Zhao smiled politely.

"Do you want to call Zhuang Jian? He usually arrives early, and maybe something happens to him." Tian Kuo casually glanced at the office inside.