Neverland

The aromatherapy spray in the nursing home definitely has ingredients to help sleep, Xu Muzhou thought.

Xu Muzhou slept very deeply that night, as if he didn't even dream, and his sleep quality was extremely high.When I opened my eyes in the morning, the time on the watch had passed nine o'clock.

He should have slept right past the morning rounds, because there was no schedule for taking medicine in the morning, so no one woke him up.

The three meals a day in the nursing home are nutritious meals with a good ratio in the cafeteria, and they are delivered on time by the nurse's station. Xu Muzhou didn't order yesterday, so today's breakfast is randomly assigned.

Xu Muzhou wasn't used to eating pasta, so he glanced at the dinner plate and yawned uninterestedly, then pulled on his slippers to wash up.

The single room in the nursing home has an independent bathroom, Xu Muzhou splashed cold water on his face, thinking about whether to find Yan Cen first with an excuse, or find a way to get in touch with Ji Yun first.

However, what Xu Muzhou didn't expect was that he didn't see anyone.

The semi-open area is quite lively during the day, and patients with mild symptoms often come and go in the corridor.

Perhaps it is to let people relax, the decoration in the nursing home is not as cold and rigid as that of the hospital. The walls in the corridor are pasted with soft light green wallpaper, and small nails are nailed to the wall every ten meters or so. The wire-shaped flower basket, the green radish is full of vitality, and there are crystal clear water droplets on the leaves, exuding vitality.

In order to facilitate the observation of the situation, a small piece of transparent glass is embedded on the door of the ward to see the scene in the room. Xu Muzhou wandered around in the corridor. The second time he pretended to pass by door No. [-] casually, Only then was it confirmed that Ji Yun was really not there.

Although the open area does not restrict the patients' personal freedom of movement, this time is too early. The autumn temperature in the north is already very cold, and no one probably goes out for a walk early in the morning.

What's more, according to Yan Cen's description yesterday, Ji Yun is not like the kind of easy-going personality with good popularity.

Xu Muzhou murmured in his heart, and simply thought of putting this matter aside for the time being and asking Yan Cen before making any plans.

——Who knows that Yan Cen is not in the office.

"Doctor Yan is not here." The little nurse stopped him in front of the doctor's office with a smile, and said with concern, "What can I do for you?"

Xu Muzhou looked into the room from the nurse's shoulder, and found that there was indeed no one else in the room except a strange doctor who was looking at the case.

Xu Muzhou looked away and asked politely, "Excuse me, where is Dr. Yan?"

"Doctor Yan has consultation arrangements this morning." The little nurse said with a smile, "It probably won't be back until noon."

The third floor of Block C of the nursing home is a special psychological consultation room.These rooms are built with a size of [-] square meters each, so that patients will not feel uneasy because the room is too large, nor will they feel stuffy because the room is too small.

The consulting room is decorated more like an ordinary living room, the desk is replaced by a transparent coffee table, the leather sofa is covered with soft fabric cushions, and a few round cat pillows are scattered on the sofa cushions, looking very casual.

There is a small fish tank on the counter on the left hand side of the entrance. The water in it is fresh, clear and transparent, and even the fine whiskers of aquatic plants are completely visible.With a flick of its tail, the two half-finger-long little red carps leisurely swam into the small arch made of water plants, and floated there without moving.

Next to the sofa is a small artificial ecological landscape in a pot. A thin water pipe is hidden in an old brown branch. Water drops drip from the spout and hit the lotus leaves in the pot drop by drop.

The young girl was reclining on the sofa, concentrating on a book.She held a black kitten pillow in her arms to cushion the spine of the book, and held the page loosely with one hand, while the other hand grabbed the cat's ear once and for all.

Ji Yun's long hair was tied behind her ears and spread softly on her shoulders. The slightly tight black hair circle left a slight strangle mark on her slender right wrist.

She read it carefully, and turned the pages very slowly. The sunlight came in through the half-floor windows, casting a soft halo on her body.The book in her hand exudes a faint fragrance of flowers and herbs, left by the magnolia flower bookmark.

At ten o'clock sharp, Yan Cen knocked on the door on time, and waited for another two seconds before pushing the door open and entering the consulting room.

He had already changed out of his white coat, and was only wearing a black shirt with a gold pin pinned to the neckline.

Ji Yun raised her head from between the books, she touched the withered magnolia flower on the coffee table, and sandwiched it between the pages of the book.

The sofa is modular, and there is a single sofa on the left and right sides of the long sofa. Yan Cen hung the coat in his arms on the coat rack at the door, turned his head and greeted Ji Yun with a smile.

"Good morning, Miss Ji." Yan Cen said.

Ji Yun closed the book, Yan Cen glanced at the cover, and found that it was an old version of "One Hundred Years of Solitude".

Ji Yun put the book on the coffee table with a calm expression, looked up at him, and nodded slightly at him as a greeting.

--aphasia.

Aphasia is divided into two types: pathological and mental. Ji Yun's self-reported condition is mental aphasia, which usually occurs after severe mental stimulation.But Ji Yun herself is not. She does not have any memory faults, which means that her subconscious mind does not have any evasion of memory.When communicating with the patient's family members, he did not obtain any clues about "major mental trauma".

Ji Yun took out a small notebook from his side, unscrewed the pen deftly, wrote a line very quickly, and then handed the notebook to Yan Cen.

【What treatment do you want today? 】

"Just chatting casually." Yan Cen said, "You don't have to be nervous."

The air conditioner in the room was fully turned on, Yan Cen said as he walked to the side sofa and sat down, unbuttoned his cuffs casually, rolled up his shirt sleeves, exposing a section of his arm.

[Everyone said so. 】

Ji Yun wrote again in his notebook.

[But it’s nothing, you can follow your own pace, Doctor Yan. 】

[I will try my best to cooperate with you. 】

If Yan Cen hadn't watched the video of Ji Yun talking to himself in the middle of the night in advance, he would have almost believed the phrase "cooperation".

The young girl seemed to have finished writing what she wanted to say, the tip of the pen left the paper for a while, and tilted slightly inward, a posture ready to go at any time.

"Miss Ji." Yan Cen said suddenly, "Don't you think writing is a very inefficient communication method?"

Ji Yun was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't expect him to use this sentence as an opening remark, tilted his head, and looked at him suspiciously.

"I have no malice." Yan Cen smiled sincerely: "I just think that if you have been unable to recover, maybe learning sign language is also a good idea... After all, the limitations of pen and paper communication are too great."

Ji Yun was obviously taken aback by his words, her pen tip hung and hung on the paper, and she hesitated for a long time before she made the first stroke.

【Doctor Yan, you are not the same as before. 】

[All the doctors are telling me that I will be cured, only you say such things. 】

[Doctors can't say such things, right.Although we all know this may be true, but to say it so bluntly does not seem to be in line with your doctor's treatment goal of "shaping a positive attitude in patients". 】

Probably because she has been communicating with people in this way for a long time, she writes very fast. Yan Cen sat patiently on the sofa, leaning forward slightly, quietly watching her handwriting across the blank paper .

It wasn't until Ji Yun stopped writing completely that Yan Cen leaned back in his chair.

"It's a fact, there's nothing wrong with it." Yan Cen pushed his glasses, and said, "Actually, sometimes, I can understand this kind of situation very well. People's self-protection mechanism is very subtle, and it will automatically recognize the things that make people collapse. Memory nodes and shielding them to keep the brain functioning well."

"So, in a sense..." Yan Cen paused before continuing: "'Forgetting' is a very lucky thing."

Ji Yun moved her fingers, trying to write something in the notebook, but was interrupted by Yan Cen.

Yan Cen made a gesture of pressing down, and he could not refuse the topic: "It's getting far, let's go back to the topic just now."

Ji Yun paused her hand and looked at him again.

Interrupting a patient's self-narrative in psychotherapy is a big no-no, and it can cause the therapist to miss out on a lot of information.But Yan Cen obviously didn't care about this, he crossed his fingers on his knees and shrugged at Ji Yun.

"I don't think you are suitable for talking therapy right now, so since the effect of the therapy cannot be guaranteed, we might as well chat about some relaxing things. Wouldn't it be better to spend this hour peacefully?"

Ji Yun subconsciously looked back at the surveillance camera with a red light flashing in the corner, then turned to look at Yan Cen, nodded hesitantly, and agreed.

Yan Cen opened his hand to her: "Why don't you come and learn sign language, how about it?"

Ji Yun probably hasn't seen such an unreasonable treatment method for a long time. She put the cap on the pen and nodded again.

"Then let's start with the numbers." Yan Cen spread out his right hand in front of Ji Yun, straightened and closed his fingers.

Yan Cen's movement was extremely slow, his little finger was slightly curved, and the other four fingers were randomly drawn together in an arc.

"It's very simple. You should have seen this way of expression before." Yan Cen's voice was also elongated, and his breath seemed to follow the movements of his fingers to reach the same frequency.

tick-

Ji Yun's eyes fell on Yan Cen's slender fingertips, watching him make a "1" gesture.

"It's very simple." Yan Cen repeated: "You should be very familiar with this feeling."

He moved his finger slightly as he spoke, and raised his middle finger again, and the expression in sign language became "2".

tick-

Yan Cen seemed to be afraid that Ji Yun would not be able to see clearly, so he did it very carefully.Ji Yun's eyes were fixed on his palm, and he nodded slowly following his voice.

"Three." Yan Cen said.

But his ring finger didn't stretch out at the same time as the words. Ji Yun subconsciously looked at his slightly curved fingertips, but Yan Cen's hand had already been drawn inward, and he snapped his fingers crisply in front of her eyes.

tick-

The ecological landscape next to the sofa has a third drop of water.

——Hypnotherapy is not allowed without the patient's consent, Yan Cen sneered in his heart, he didn't care about these management regulations.