The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

The one who came in was an old man, who was about to retire, with a chubby figure a bit like Xie Ju. When Bian Jing saw him, he immediately felt a sense of intimacy.

When the psychiatrist arrived at the hall, he greeted Bian Jing first: "Hi~"

Bian Jing stood up a little nervously and responded, "Hello."

"Kids, don't be nervous, just sit down."

The old man affectionately called Bian Jing a child.

After greeting Bian Jing, the psychiatrist looked at Secretary Yu, who had already stood up and shook hands with him.

Unexpectedly, the old man warmly gave Secretary Yu a hug: "Yu, long time no see."

Secretary Yu smiled and said, "That's right, you have been abroad all this time, and you finally came back."

"It didn't come to work for you as soon as you came back."

Looking at the interaction between the two people in the side view, they guessed that they already knew each other.

The old man saw the young man who opened the door for him looking at him hostilely, and asked, "Is this your son?"

Secretary Yu pulled Xie Ting over and said, "It's my son, my son, his name is Uncle Li."

Xie Ting reluctantly shouted: "Hello, Uncle Li."

Dr. Li responded with a smile. After drinking tea in the living room and getting to know each other well, Dr. Li asked, "Which kid wants to talk to me?"

Bian Jing saw him smiling, and thought that this psychiatrist had stayed abroad and had seen a wide range of worlds, so he could solve his doubts.

"It's me." Bian Jing raised his hand.

Dr. Li looked at him with a clear look of encouragement: "Good boy, choose a room in this room, and we will have a brief chat."

According to common sense, it is generally the help-seekers and visitors who go to the psychological studio or hospital to actively seek medical treatment, rather than the psychologist.

Because the sofas and chairs in the consultation room, decoration style, etc., can make visitors relax.

Dr. Li asked Bian Jing to take the initiative to choose a room, in order to let him choose a place that he felt most relaxed.

Both Xie Ting and Secretary Yu looked at him, and Dr. Li was still smiling.

Everyone was waiting for Bian Jing's answer. Knowing Bian Jing was struggling a little, he pointed to a room facing south on the second floor and said, "That one."

Xie Ting was a little proud.

Secretary Yu was puzzled: "That's Xie Ting's room. It's usually quite messy. Aunt Gui isn't here, so it probably hasn't been cleaned up..."

In front of the person he likes, Xie Ting still wanted to save face, and resisted his mother: "Mom, how can you belittle your son like this?"

Secretary Yu asked him, "Then have you cleaned up your room?"

Xie Ting thought about it, when Bian Jing and Bian Jing left home to take pictures, both of them left in a hurry, and no one thought that Secretary Yu would come back early.

"Also, okay?" Xie Xiaoba was a little uncertain, should the paper in the trash can be dumped?

Those are the children and grandchildren he earned by shooting hard.

Before Secretary Yu could answer, Xie Ting ran upstairs by himself and checked the room. The sheets in the room were crumpled. Xie Ting hurriedly made the bed, and the paper in the trash can was not emptied.

Xie Xiaoba tied up the garbage belt, and he couldn't take it downstairs and throw it away at this moment. The three of them were watching helplessly downstairs, so Xie Xiaoba hid his children and grandchildren in the closet.

After looking around carefully, after seeing nothing wrong, he moved a stool from the guest bedroom next door, together with the one in his room, there are only two stools in total.

Enough for a psychiatrist.

When Bian Jing followed Dr. Li upstairs, Xie Ting and Secretary Yu followed them with worried eyes.

It wasn't until the doors of the room were closed that Xie Ting looked away and said to his mother: "Mom, no matter what the result is, don't scold him."

Secretary Yu naturally knew that she had been engaged in education for many years, initially as a people's teacher.

What children with psychological depression need most is the care, understanding and help of their elders.

"Why would my mother scold Xiaojing? My mother only hopes that he will get better, and he will be fine if he is free from any illness."

Xie Ting swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and thought: "He has no diseases, so I told you not to blame him."

After Bian Jing entered the door, Dr. Li told him to open the door if he felt insecure, but Bian Jing closed the door.

Dr. Li has seen many visitors, and many of them are closed for consultation.

There are two chairs in the room, one against the wall and one under the desk. Dr. Li asked the side scene to be chosen first.

Bian Jing first chose the one under the desk. The desk was Xie Ting's review materials. He had sat on this desk several times.

Dr. Li was surprised, raised his eyebrows, and sat on the one next to the wall.

Dr. Li took out a few scales and agreements from his briefcase, put them on the table, smiled, and said to the side scene: "First of all, what you say to me, kid, is guaranteed by this confidentiality agreement. We respect every word of your opinion, and we will not disclose it to a third person without your own approval."

"This is a confidentiality agreement, you can take a look."

Bian Jing picked up a piece of paper he handed over, which clearly stated the terms of confidentiality. After reading it, he gradually gained a sense of security, built up trust in the psychiatrist, and signed with a pen.

After signing the non-disclosure agreement, Bian Jing filled out a few more scales. Dr. Li frowned after reading his score results, but he relaxed quickly.

Laughing: "Then we can start."

Looking at him from the side, her brown eyes are as bright as crystal amber.

He confessed: "Actually, you can tell that I don't have a mental illness."

Dr. Li didn't expect him to be so honest. The values ​​of those scales just now were far from the standard of abnormal psychology, but Dr. Li still smiled and said to him: "Yes, your mentality is very healthy."

Bian Jing also said: "Actually, I lied, I lied to Aunt Yu."