Revenge can't be counterattacked

The whole morning, Zhuang Yan had been counseling Xie Lanying, and Xie Lanying's situation was more serious than she imagined.

She tried to hypnotize her to relieve her inner anxiety, but as soon as she mentioned her scumbag husband, Xie Lanying obviously became short of breath, and kept groping her body with her hands, and soon woke up from hypnosis.

Zhuang Yan asked her what she was touching just now, she stared blankly at the ceiling, and it took a long time before she murmured: "Knife, I'm touching the knife, I want to stab him to death as soon as I see him now."

Now Xie Lanying not only has a manic tendency, but also has obvious symptoms of paranoia, which has reached the point where she is about to drive herself crazy, and she is still unwilling to give up that half of the house.

And, never tell the truth.

Zhuang Yan felt that her daughter might be a breakthrough.

"Have you been in touch with your daughter recently?"

Xie Lanying sat up slowly, nodded her head slightly, but tears welled up before she could speak.

"Before stabbing him yesterday, he made a video for me to watch Tiantian, saying that if I don't give up the house, he will never let me see Tiantian again. What should I do? What should I do, Dr. Zhuang? "

Zhuang Yan pondered for a while, and asked, "Have you contacted the lawyer I introduced to you?"

Xie Lanying shook her head slowly, "No, I have no money, and if I lose the case, I can't afford the lawyer's fee."

Zhuang Yan subconsciously pushed the frame of the mirror, but found nothing. Not to mention the blurred vision without glasses, it is really inconvenient not to be able to directly observe the subtle expressions and movements of the patient.

"If you are telling the truth, I guarantee that you will win this lawsuit 90.00% of the time."

Xie Lanying opened her eyes slightly, and clenched her hands tightly on her knees, "Really?"

"True, but it must be the truth."

Xie Lanying stood up abruptly, her hands clenched tightly on her chest and trembling slightly, as if she was afraid that she would not believe her, and her voice was raised several notches.

"I'm telling the truth! Really! Dr. Zhuang! I didn't lie to you!"

Zhuang Yan rubbed her temples, she couldn't get used to the high decibels.

"Okay, then tell me, your daughter was abused, why didn't you contact the local police station? Even the Village Committee of the Women's Federation can do it anywhere."

Xie Lanying shook for a while, closed her eyes, tears rolled down her cheeks.

"My father-in-law is the secretary of the village party committee, and he is very close to the head of the police station in the town. Besides, beating children is very common in rural areas. No one cares about such trivial matters. I am an outsider, and no one will stand up for me. Zhuang The doctor grew up in a big city, probably never been to that kind of ignorant, backward and feudal village, if you see it, you will definitely understand."

Xie Lanying's answer was very reasonable, but it was unreasonable. A mother who was about to be driven crazy, and she was also a highly educated mother. Even if she used the most clumsy method of Internet exposure to ask for help, she might save her daughter, but she did nothing.

Whether Xie Lanying deliberately concealed the facts, or something else, Zhuang Yan couldn't judge for a while.

But one thing is certain, Xie Lanying loves her daughter no doubt, and it is also a fact that her husband detains the child.

Zhuang Yan is a psychiatrist, not a criminal police officer. She has only one mission - to cure her patients. As for the so-called truth, she doesn't care at all unless it is necessary for treatment.

To cure Xie Lanying, the only way is to help her win the custody of her daughter and pay off her debts.

Zhuang Yan pondered for a while, and asked, "Where is your husband's hometown?"

"Village G, City C, Province F."

Province F...

Zhuang Yan knew it well, except for a few counties and towns that mainly grow tea in that area, the degree of patriarchal preference is second to none in the whole country.

"Well, when my waist is better, let's go and have a look together."

"We're together?" Xie Lanying immediately shook her head, choked up and said: "No! If I go there rashly, not only will I not be able to take Tiantian away, but I may also anger his family and hide Tiantian for me! What should I do then? "

Zhuang Yan looked at Xie Lanying who was blurred into a ball in the morning light, and said calmly: "You just need to bring me nearby, I will find a reason to go there, you don't have to worry."

Xie Yinglan breathed a sigh of relief, and was naturally grateful for her agreement.

Zhuang Yan helped her calm down for a while, and before she finished, she also told her some small ways to calm down at home, such as listening to some soothing music, taking a hot bath and so on.

He also specifically told her to stare at the picture of that scumbag for 10 minutes every two to three hours, in order to numb the nerve endings and try to see his face without any emotional fluctuations.

You Qi specially reminded her that all the knives in the house must be thrown away.

……

It took two days for Zhuang Yan's waist to recover, and Guo Qi didn't know how to cook, so the so-called arduous task of getting a half pot of water on time at six o'clock could only be postponed for now.

Zhuang Yan ate takeaway for two days.

The glasses have never been matched, and I have been blind for two whole days with my eyes open.

She would do this little crime, but it was Guo Qi's fault. Guo Qi felt a little guilty, and sold medicinal oil to give her a massage, but she refused mercilessly. In desperation, Guo Qi had no choice but to retreat. next best.

"Doctor Zhuang, why don't I ask for leave to stay with you at home? At least I can serve some tea and open the door for the delivery boy or something."

Zhuang Yan was lying on the bed in the bedroom with her eyes closed and covered with a thin blanket. Guo Qi's voice was weakened a lot through the bedroom door, but she could still hear it clearly.

"Ask for leave? Yes, but not now, next Monday."

Guo Qi paused for a second before replying: "Next Monday? Why? You will be fine next Monday."

"Saturday to Monday, three days, let's go on a trip."

"Travel?" Guo Qi was dumbfounded, "Why do you want to travel? Besides, I don't have any money..."

Zhuang Yan didn't even open her eyes, even if she lied, she was always so calm and composed, her integrity was so upright that no one could bear a trace of doubt.

"The money is deducted from your salary, so you don't have to worry about it. This is the first step in treatment. Traveling can relax your mind and help relieve stress."

Guo Qi suddenly realized, so he patted the door lightly, and said, "But, I've been feeling better recently, maybe the source of my stress is that apartment, and I'll be fine after I leave. As for the travel therapy, I still won't go. I know my salary, you have helped me so much, I can't let you spend any more."

Solemnly noncommittal.

It seems that she has healed the scar and forgot the pain, it's time to remind her again.

On the third day after the waist sprain, Zhuang Yan rested at home for a day, and went to work the night shift at night, deliberately leaving Guo Qi at home alone.

At [-]:[-] in the evening, she turned on her laptop in the duty room, and called up the circuit remote control that Qi Lei helped her modify, as well as... the pinhole camera.

With two clicks of the mouse, two rows of camera images were quickly displayed on the computer screen.

Select Guo Qi's bedroom to maximize.

In the picture, we can clearly see that the lights in the bedroom are shining brightly. Guo Qi is lying on the bed and playing with her mobile phone. If she doesn’t cover her well with a good blanket, she insists on clumps between her legs. Her legs are white and long. , the arc of the arch is elegant, and it can be seen clearly through the camera.

Guo Qi was looking at something with his mobile phone in his arms, and his eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile.

Zhuang Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, and clicked the mouse lightly.

It was dark and the lights in the bedroom were off.

A little more, and it's on again.

On the screen, Guo Qi looked up at the ceiling lamp, feeling slightly frightened.

Zhuang Yan couldn't help clicking the mouse, and the warm lights flickered on and off, and the mottled screen light reflected on her newly equipped lenses, covering her cold eyes behind the lenses.