Dr. Warren is a little busy

John Watson stared at the white business card in his hand, stared at the black print on it for the umpteenth time, and pursed his lips.

"Elsie Warren

356 Hill Street, City of London

Contact Number: xxxxxxxxxxxx

E-mail: [email protected]”

Ash Warren was a therapist, and John didn't think she would be any different from the other therapists he'd been dealing with, but Mrs. Hudson insisted that he give it a try.

"My dear John, how will you know if you don't try? Dr. Warren is the best psychiatrist in London, I say, and she has helped me beyond compare."

He recalled the happy expression on the landlady's face when she mentioned the therapist, and thought that perhaps the two-hour journey would not be in vain.

When he gradually approached his destination, he realized that it was very close to Baker Street, where he had lived for several years, and the distance would not exceed 10 minutes even if he walked.

Since his roommate passed away, he had moved away from the house that held too many memories, and he couldn't bear the fullness of Sherlock there.

Of course, he's really not gay.If he hadn't met the woman he liked, he might not have come to seek the help of a psychologist.He wished he could propose to her in full health, which might improve his chances a bit.

Standing in front of No. 356 Hill Street, John took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked on the somewhat old wooden door.

The door was quickly opened, and the door was answered by a young girl, blond and blue-eyed, full of life, Watson did not think she was more than twenty-three years old.

"Is that Mr. John Watson?"

Goldilocks smiled too brightly, and Watson's hope was gradually dashed.

"Yes, this is John Watson. I have an appointment to see you this afternoon at three o'clock, and I think the time is just right."

The blonde girl blinked and said with a smile, "Oh, no, I'm not the one you want to meet. Dr. Warren is waiting for you on the second floor, and I'll take you there."

"Sorry, I thought you were Dr. Warren." Almost relieved, John smiled apologetically and followed her up the wooden stairs.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. My name is Laura, Laura Joyce, and I'm still a college student. Dr. Warren is very busy, and I'll help her with some chores, such as scheduling visits, and of course, bringing tea and water. In addition to getting some pocket money, you can also ask Dr. Warren some academic questions, which is much more effective than spending time in the library. Oh, here we are."

Luo La knocked on a door on the second floor, and after a voice of "please come in" came from inside, Luo La pushed the door open and said, "Dr. Warren, Mr. John Watson, who has an appointment at three o'clock, has arrived."

This is a very bright room. There are beige printed curtains hanging in front of the large glass windows. The wallpaper and furniture of the same color make people feel relaxed and comfortable for no reason.A brown-haired lady sat behind the desk on the left side of the room. After seeing Laura and Watson in front of the door, she stood up and walked towards the door.

"Thank you, Laura. Good afternoon, Mr. Watson, please come with me."

Lola Goldilocks exited the room and closed the door.Watson was a little embarrassed. He shook his right hand at the side of his body and then released it. He stretched it out and said with a polite smile, "Good afternoon, Dr. Warren. I'm John Watson. You can call I'm John."

The brown-haired lady held out her right hand to shake him and said to John in a soft voice: "Good afternoon, John. My name is Ash Warren, and I hope you can call me by my first name, but many people insist on calling me Wo Ren. Doctor Lun."

"Ash, a very good name."

Ashe made John sit in the armchair by the window, then brought him a glass of water.

"Now you can tell me about your troubles."

Ashe was wearing a white shirt, a black skirt, and a beige sweater. Her long brown hair hung down her back, and her eyes of the same color looked at John tenderly.

John began to agree with Mrs. Hudson somewhat.This psychiatrist seemed to be really different from the ones I had encountered in the past. She didn't give him a set of questionnaires or a bunch of questions right away, but gave him the right to speak.He feels that he can tell her his problems without reservation, without being shy or secretive, and she seems to understand everything you tell her.

"I used to have a roommate who, uh, passed away."

As John began to tell his story, Ashe listened intently, without any special expression on his face, even in the places that John found most difficult to say.This made John quietly relieved.

"That's it. I came today to ask you to help me let go of the past. I want to face my new life, propose to my girlfriend, and start a family together."

John finally ended with this sentence, and at the same time many emotions dissipated from his heart.He took a sip of water from the cup and breathed a sigh of relief.For the first time, he experienced the benefits of talking, and it seemed that many negative things flowed out of his body with his words.

Ashe leaned forward and leaned back, and said softly: "Facing the death of relatives and friends is very painful, I can understand your feelings. Death is an insurmountable obstacle for human beings. We all have to face it. The pain it brings to us will always be in our hearts. We have to bear it, but we can't pass it on or relieve it. I don't think you need to completely forget your friend's death in order to start a new life. As long as If you make up your mind, your new life will embrace you, which may sound too idealistic, but I think everyone has this ability, and you just need to discover it yourself."

John didn't expect to get such a remark. He was a little overwhelmed, opened his mouth, organized his words before saying, "That's it? I thought you would give me some medicine, or something else."

"I don't give drugs to anyone lightly, although I have the right to do so. You are a doctor and you should know that all drugs have the potential to have side effects. And many drugs commonly used to treat mental illness can even lead to dependence." Ashe smiled, which made John's heart relax a little, "Your condition is not serious, I can see that you have a strong heart, and you can overcome difficulties by yourself without the help of drugs. For everyone Again, I tend to use a softer approach, with the exception of very serious cases. But you've been in tougher situations before, haven't you?"

John recalled the years when he had just left the battlefield. Maybe it was meeting Sherlock that brought some vitality to his life.But now that Sherlock is gone, his heart is heavy again.

"What do you think of now, can you tell me?"

John pursed his lips, and it took a long time before he said: "I used to be a military doctor, and I was discharged after being injured on the battlefield. I mentioned this. In addition to physical trauma, my psychological trauma is also indelible. Until Met Sherlock. I became his roommate and started a, uh, thrilling life. But now Sherlock is gone."

The detective's death was a painful memory for John that he will never forget.Every time I mention him, I feel extremely sad and depressed.

After a long time, Ashe opened her mouth: "Let's talk about Mary, how about it? You just said, your girlfriend Mary, you want to propose to her."

Mary's name pulled John out of his pain, and he felt hope, warmth, and happiness that seemed to be within reach right in front of him.The memory of Sherlock didn't disappear all at once, but right now he wanted to grasp the feelings Mary brought him.

The conversation with Ashe lasted for nearly two hours, and John felt that his emotions gradually stabilized from the ups and downs at the beginning, and finally maintained a state that was only a little worse than good.Ashe spoke very little, and it didn't sound special, but it seemed to give him a lot of energy invisibly.He understood Mrs. Hudson, the psychiatrist was indeed different, and his emotions were soothed subtly and gently by her.

"I suggest you come again in a week. Of course, if you feel that you no longer need my help, that's the best. Finally, I wish you a successful marriage proposal."

"Thank you, Dr. Warren. Thank you very much."

Ashe finally shakes John's hand before sending him out the door.Feeling the peace in his heart that hasn't appeared in a long time, John slowly walked down the stairs.

The blonde girl was sitting on the first floor, frowning and looking at a book. After hearing John's footsteps, she put down the book and stood up.

"Do you feel all right, Mr. Watson?"

John gave her a genuine smile: "Very good, probably the best I've felt in months."

Laura smiled happily, as if she was the one who helped John: "This is the most wonderful thing about Dr. Warren. She is even more effective than a whole bottle of tranquilizers. So, I wish you a good mood, goodbye. "

"Thank you, good bye."

After John walked out, he decided to take a detour to Baker Street, which he hadn't been to for a long time.He needed to thank Mrs. Hudson.And now he had some courage to face the fact that Sherlock was dead seriously.