His little coward

After hesitating in front of Lin Che-jun's ward door for a while, Gu An finally opened the door of the ward.The layout of the ward is the same as that of Gu An's ward, but the curtains are drawn tightly inside to block out all the sunlight.

In the ward, it was still a bit cold. Obviously, the air conditioner was turned on at night, and it was just turned off in the morning.

The nurse told him to let the patient rest at ease. His physical function has not yet returned to the ideal perfect value, and he is still very weak. It is best not to make noise to wake him up.

Gu Anjin pulled the patient-specific foam slippers provided by the hospital and came to Lin Chejun's bedside.

Mr. Lin Che's complexion was still a little pale, and his usually soft lips were also a little pale and peeling. Gu An couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart with such a fragile and desolate appearance.His fingers touched Lin Chejun's skin, and it was slightly cold.He quickly grabbed the corner of the quilt and pulled the quilt upwards.

His palms covered Lin Che-jun's, and he used his hands to deliver heat to him, or it should be said to give him strength.

He clearly knew that Mr. Lin Che was fine, but when he saw Mr. Lin Che, who had always been very strong, lying helplessly in the cold ward, and could let others ask for anything, he felt that he was very unlike Mr. Lin Che.

Mr. Lin Che is strong, always full of confidence, and a giant who will never fall down.Ever since they met again after being separated for ten years, when Gu An was with him, he never felt that Mr. Lin Che would fall down.

Because, the current Mr. Lin Che is too powerful, so powerful that he can't reach the height. Although until now he doesn't know who is behind Mr. Lin Che, obviously, even the Gu family behind him cannot be seen.

He lowered his eyes silently, and his eyes kept wandering over his face, engraving his forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, and lips one by one in his heart and mind.

His fingers were constantly rubbing against his cheeks, as if he was trying to let his fingers remember this feeling of touch, remember Lin Che-jun's facial lines.

Gu An curled his lips slightly, and suddenly said, "Mr. Lin Che, who are you?"

However, Mr. Lin Che has no way to answer this question right now.

Mr. Lin Che was still asleep, sleeping on the square white bed, like a piece of exquisitely carved artwork.

The door of the room was closed again, Gu An walked out of the room, and then he walked step by step along the marble passage of the hospital to Building B.

After about 10 minutes, Gu An finally found the psychological counseling room. He was lucky. There were not many people in the morning. After all, in country Z, most people still think that only psychopaths will go to psychological counseling. However, I don’t know that coming to psychological counseling from time to time is just to relax the body and mind and dispel excess and bad pressure.

He took a deep breath and finally opened the door.

This is a relatively warmly decorated room. The decoration is more like a fairy tale. The walls are painted sky blue and the floor is a light yellow wooden floor. A gentleman in a white coat and glasses sits in a On the red single sofa, beside him is a lovely table with a pot of bonsai plants on it.

The man showed a kind smile towards Gu An, pointed to the chair beside him, and said, "Please sit down."

Gu An nodded and sat next to the counselor.

"Hello, Mr. Gu." The young counselor had already learned all the basic information from the assistant's registration form. "May I ask what you need to consult?"

Since Gu An didn't show any refusal, the young counselor went straight to the point.

Gu An pursed his lips, and then said: "I always have a dream, in which I seem to be running away, but I don't know what that dream is, I only know that someone is calling for help."

"Dream?" The young psychological counselor wrote down the word in his notebook, and then said, "Can you explain it specifically? What does it feel like to you?"

Gu An, "I resist it very much. Recently, I have been thinking of something intermittently. The scene in the dream is becoming clearer and clearer, but the closer it is to the truth, the more frightened I am."

The consultant's eyes behind the glasses flickered slightly, and then he wrote a line of words smoothly in his notebook - psychogenic amnesia.

Consultant, "Initial judgment, you are psychogenic amnesia, which is a selective and abnormal forgetting phenomenon, referred to as amnesia (amnesia). Partial selective amnesia due to unbearable recall, or temporary (usually 1 to 2 days, or longer) dissociation of memory so that it does not appear in consciousness."

"But now you say that you are about to remember." The consultant frowned, "Generally speaking, if you want to remember, you will encounter some people or things related to the lost memory, who have you met again recently, or Did you encounter something that stimulated you more?"

Gu An raised his eyes, his expression was indifferent and alienated, not as approachable as usual, as if he was perfectly playing a patient. "I met my boyfriend from ten years ago."

When the consultant heard the word "boyfriend" this time, the tip of his pen suddenly stopped. He was stunned, but soon showed a soft smile, "It seems that it has something to do with your boyfriend, now you and your boyfriend Did something happen?"

Gu An, "We are together again."

Consultant, "Congratulations."

Gu An, "Thank you."

Consultant, "Although my next question may violate your privacy/privacy, can you tell me the reason for breaking up? I think it is very likely that the incident hit you too hard."

Gu An, "Actually, I don't know very well. I only know that I received a call from him and he said he wanted to break up with me, so I broke up with him. It should be said that that incident did not cause me any pain. , At that time, I didn't love him to the point where I would die if we broke up."

The amount of information in this sentence is too large, and as a consultant, I can't help but swallow my saliva.This means that now you love him so much that he will die as long as he breaks up?This is too extreme.

The consultant said, "Mr. Gu, love is not the only thing in life. You still have parents and friends. As long as you continue to live, you will definitely meet another person who loves you more."

Gu An finally showed his first smile after entering this consulting room. "We won't break up, so I won't die."

The consultant trembled, but he still forced himself to switch to the previous topic. "Then bless you first, then do you still remember the scene at that time? The memory of the breakup."

Gu An was slightly taken aback, and then said, "I passed out at the time, and I don't know why."

The consultant immediately wrote down the conclusion and informed him. "The specific reason is still uncertain, but it is certain that you must have encountered something when you broke up, and it was something that you tried to forget. If you can, maybe you can ask your partner."

Gu An frowned. "I don't want to ask him."

The consultant closed the notebook just now, and when he heard him say this, he immediately asked in doubt: "Don't you want to know what you forgot?"

Gu An shook his head, "I always feel that...he won't be willing to bring it up. Besides, I always feel that he is different from my boyfriend ten years ago."

The consultant, "Different?" He became curious, folded his hands, put them on his knees, and listened attentively.

Gu An, "I can't tell what's different. He looks the same, and he still has memories of being with me ten years ago. He can explain it clearly, but he looks like another person."

Gu An suddenly raised his head and asked the consultant: "Tell me, could he have a dual personality?"

"Dual personality?" The consultant raised his eyebrows, and then asked, "Can you tell me about his family?"

Gu An, "He came out of the orphanage just like me, but now his father seems to be very powerful."

This is somewhat possible, the consultant frowned, and for the sake of accuracy, he asked again. "So, what is his character like? Is he inferior? Is he vulnerable?"

Gu An couldn't help but sneered. "No, he's strong. Ten years later he's very strong."

Consultant, "What kind of person was he ten years ago?"

After thinking about it for a while, Gu An felt that the memory of Mr. Lin Che ten years ago was not particularly clear. He racked his brains and finally gave an answer. "Very cheerful and tenacious."

The consultant smiled, "Don't worry, your boyfriend shouldn't have a dual personality, but just to be on the safe side, you can consider asking him for a diagnosis."

As he said that, he was about to take a business card from the drawer beside him, but Gu An refused him. "No, I don't want him to know that I think he's abnormal, and I want to be with him now."

The consultant was taken aback. "This... If you really have a mental illness, it's better to see a doctor, otherwise it won't do you or your boyfriend any good."

Gu An was silent, then smiled again: "You said he was not."

The consultant suddenly felt that he was slapping himself.

Gu An said again: "We are not from W City, if that happens, I will also look for a psychological counselor in S City."

Now that this is all mentioned, the counselor has nothing to say. If the patient himself is unwilling to cooperate, or the patient's relatives and friends are also unwilling to cooperate, as a psychological counselor, he is not qualified to force him to receive treatment.

This is probably the tragedy of doctors.

Gu An came out of the psychological consultation room and let out a slow breath.

He frowned, thinking a little irritably, should he ask Mr. Lin Che this question?

Ask him—who the hell is he.

His mind is also very messed up now, the Lin Che-jun ten years ago and the current Lin Che-jun are intertwined with each other, he will feel that they are the same person for a while, but sometimes he feels that the difference is too big.

But the strange thing is that if Mr. Lin Che is divided into two different individuals, he can completely distinguish between these two people, and find the one he loves.

Could it be that you have a problem?

He loves Mr. Lin Che, but he doesn't love Mr. Lin Che that much?

I was going crazy by myself.

Then go crazy.

The author has something to say: emm, so my copywriting said that both of them are sick, I didn't lie to you, right!