Hold on, you can't bend!

Early on Monday morning, Zhang Nan arrived at the consulting room of the Department of Psychiatry and Psychology on the Qinghai Floor as scheduled.

He didn't sleep well last night. Even though he pretended to be calm on the surface, his unfinished confession made him sleepless until late at night, so when he saw Dr. Lin Jie, he was the first to ask "Is your face not very good?" , Is your sleep quality poor?"

Zhang Nan sat down on the single sofa in the consultation room, replied "it's okay", then pulled the sofa pillow from behind and hugged it to his chest.

Lin Jie always had a warm and soothing smile on his face, looked at him calmly, and sat down on the sofa next to him.

Hugging a pillow is a small inadvertent gesture, but it is an intuitive reflection of a lack of psychological security.

The interior decoration design of the psychiatric clinic is very different from other departments.

The wall is painted with a light grass-green coating, and the white gauze curtain is hung with curtains of the same color as the wall. At this time, the morning sun is just right, and it flows in from between the curtains pulled to both sides without haste, pouring on the two sides. On the small wooden table in the single sofa room, there was a vase of flower arrangements on the table. Zhang Nan took a closer look and found that the flowers turned out to be fresh flowers. There were still a few moist and fresh drops of water hanging on the petals, reflecting the skylight and cloud shadows. , It is really dazzling and bright.

After all, Lin Jie is a professional doctor, and the consultation system is very professional. In order to minimize the psychological pressure of the other party, he didn't even take the evaluation and analysis form. The entire consultation process was conducted in the form of chatting.

At the last moment, Lin Jie got up and took out a small sand table from a side cabinet, and placed it on the coffee table between the two sofas. The small sand table contained a thick layer of fine sand and several small character models. , Lin Jie smiled and motioned to Zhang Nan and said, "Everyone who learns to paint is an artist. Come on, give full play to your artistic skills and play freely."

Zhang Nan pursed the corners of his mouth, feeling a sudden sense of tension.

After a while, he put down the last figure and said, "That's it."

"Very good." Lin Jie's eyes wandered over the sand table concept screen he created, with a smile on his face, he stood up, and nodded at Zhang Nan, "Okay, let's come here today, let's go .”

As Zhang Nan got up from the sofa and walked towards the door, an unconcealable sense of confusion emerged in his heart.

In fact, the content of the chat between Lin Jie and him was very simple. It was nothing more than simply asking some basic personal information about him, how he was feeling recently, how his daily life was, and asked a few small questions at times, all of which were similar to Zhang Nan answered one by one if there were any happy things that happened recently, or how he slept every day, etc., and the other party was listening with a smile that was not in a hurry, but the smile was not real. Let him relax.

During the whole process, inexplicable tension and anxiety lingered in my heart.

There is also a sense of weightlessness that cannot be explained clearly, and the reason is unknown.

Zhang Nan frowned slightly, and walked out the door of the consulting room. Before saying goodbye, he couldn't help asking, "Doctor Lin, is there any purpose or practical significance for our chat like this?"

"What about you?" Lin Jie didn't answer the question, but smiled lightly, "Talk with me, can you gain anything?"

Zhang Nan's eyes were calm, and after a while, he shook his head slightly.

"I don't think so."

Lin Jie didn't seem surprised by this answer, and still smiled, "It's okay, not once, we can talk a few more times, and I hope you won't be so nervous next time."

Zhang Nan was quite surprised, "You think I'm nervous?"

Lin Jie, "Except for the fact that you were answering the most happiest thing recently, that is, getting along well with Dr. Lu, you were not relaxed during the rest of the conversation."

Zhang Nan raised his eyebrows slightly, this was indeed a detail that he hadn't expected.

Lin Jie looked up at his wristwatch. At ten past ten, he asked, "It's still early. What's the plan for a while? Are you going to... see Dr. Lu? There is no clinic for him this morning, so he should be in the ward right now."

"...No more." Zhang Nan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "I disturb Dr. Lu every day, it should affect his evaluation of your hospital's work model, I'll go back first."

In fact, it was the shadow of that night that was still there, and it was just a lingering fear that made him face the object of his confession calmly again at this time.

After leaving the hospital, Zhang Nan drove back to his apartment.

I didn't sleep well last night, but now I don't have the idea of ​​catching up on sleep. Standing in the middle of the living room, the consciousness in my head suddenly became messy. It all turned into a weird sense of confusion.

A huge hole suddenly appeared in his heart, and he felt like he was in a parallel space that was completely merged with real life. In this world, the illusion is strong and the reality is far away.

Zhang Nan sighed heavily, went to the bathroom to wash his face, then turned around and entered the small studio at home.

His manuscripts are hung around the walls of the studio, and an easel and drawing board are placed near the window. On the white drawing paper is an unfinished sketch.

Zhang Nan stood quietly in front of the drawing board, staring at it, but suddenly found that he had no memory of when and under what circumstances the painting fell.

Not only that, calmly recalling all kinds of things during this period, it seems... his life was suddenly torn into two parts, and he actually had a shallow memory of what happened in the past.

Is this...was he stunned by the failure of his confession that night?

Zhang Nan laughed at himself, picked up the smock next to the easel, put it on, tied the knot at the back of the waist, and picked up the soft charcoal again.

At noon, when Fu Yuzheng came out of the ward and passed the nurse's station back to the office, he subconsciously glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it was 45:[-].

General

At this time, Zhang Nan was already waiting in his office.

Walking to the door of the office, I met Xiaoliang, an intern doctor. Since entering the hospital, Xiaoliang has been taken care of by him, so the conversation became a little more familiar and casual. Seeing Fu Yuzheng, he asked casually, "Teacher Fu , to the cafeteria?"

Fu Yuzheng's footsteps paused slightly, and he was stunned for a rare moment before saying, "I'm not going."

During this period of time, Zhang Nan has reported on time at noon every day, and it seems that he has not stepped into the gate of the cafeteria for a long time.

Xiao Liang saw that his brows were a little tired, and he couldn't help asking, "Is the patient's condition not well?"

Last week, a patient with cerebral hemorrhage was admitted. The bleeding volume was very large. When he was sent to the hospital, a brain herniation formed and he was completely comatose. After emergency surgery, although his life was saved, the situation has not been stable, and a vein appeared in his left leg. Thrombosis, consultation in the department this morning, the result is still not optimistic, at present must be completely bedridden, and the drug drips slowly to dissolve the thrombosis.

Fu Yuzheng shook his head, and unbuttoned his white coat, adding a touch of chicness to his usual sharp demeanor. He just said, "Come to my office in the afternoon, and I will analyze the current treatment plan for you based on the patient's current situation."

Xiaoliang nodded immediately, and said yes happily, before leaving, he asked specifically, "Teacher Fu, are you in the office this afternoon? Do I need to order a meal for you?"

The whole department knew that Zhang Nan came to "feed" Fu Yuzheng on time every day, but today, the intern assistant mentioned two lunches... Fu Yuzheng's heart moved slightly, and he said, "Don't bother ", went straight to the door of the office.

The door was slightly closed, and he pushed it open——

The midday sun was shining through the windows, and the room was full of light, but there was no one there.

He stood still, dazzled by the sunlight in this room, and there was a knock on the door right behind him.

Fu Yuzheng turned around, Lin Jie leaned on the door frame, smiled, and said, "Oh, it's so rare, I'm on an order today, huh?"

Fu Yuzheng took off his white coat and hung it on the hook on the wall, ignoring the malicious smile, straight to the point, and asked, "How was the result?"

This morning was Zhang Nan's first psychological counseling day. He couldn't get away from the ward, but he kept it in his heart.

"The first time usually doesn't have much effect. Psychotherapy is about long-term persistence and gradual progress." Lin Jie walked into the office, pulled out the chair in front of the desk and sat down, "But it's a bit of a windfall, listen?"

Fu Yuzheng had been busy all morning, and after being exhausted, he suddenly missed lunch, and his face was a little uglier than usual, "Do I have to beg you?"

"That's not enough." Lin Jie swayed, smiling like a spring breeze, "I should say congratulations to you first."

Fu Yuzheng stretched out an alcohol wipe to wipe, raised his eyelids and looked at the person opposite, "What do you mean?"

"Hey, how did you sing that song?" Lin Jie smiled mysteriously, and said in a nonchalant way, "It's not easy to have someone who loves you, how could you break his heart like this..."

Fu Yuzheng "..."

Lin Jie closed his voice with a smile, and then said seriously, "The content of this conversation is mainly about his current state. During the process, I made an assessment according to the delusion and mental scale, and the result is gratifying——"

Fu Yuzheng frowned slightly, interrupted him directly, and asked, "How many points?"

Lin Jie didn't say the score, but told him the judgment range as "significantly abnormal."

The alcohol wipes crumpled in his heart, Fu Yuzheng lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"And, the biggest problem is..." Lin Jie completely restrained his jokes, and said cautiously, "His delusions and sources of split information all revolve around you."

"Do you know what his happiest thing is recently?" Lin Jie leaned forward slightly, sighing, "It's getting along well with 'Dr. Lu', and the date on Saturday."

Fu Yuzheng raised his head, pursed his lips tightly, and after a long while, under the burning eyes of the other party, rubbed between his brows and said, "I didn't regard that as a date."

"That's for sure. How can you, a high-altitude flower who lives on the top of the iceberg all the year round, know what dating is, and how can you understand the feelings of us ordinary people?"

"You guys?" Fu Yuzheng said coldly, "Are you gay too?"

"...You really have a pair of eyes to discover the beauty." Lin Jie said speechlessly, "Analog, do you understand analogy?!"

"Understood." Fu Yuzheng didn't change his face, "Is there anything else, let's continue."

Chatting with Dr. Fu was as tiring as giving psychotherapy to five patients at the same time. Lin Jie sighed and continued, "He is quite honest and there is no trace of intentional concealment, so I asked him if he was unhappy. When it happened, he said..."

"say what?"

Lin Jie narrowed his eyes, "tsk tsk" twice, "Did you reject him that night?"

Fu Yuzheng "..."

Although, he really didn't expect that Zhang Nan would tell the whole story.

And that's true, quite frankly.

The author has something to say, Zhang Xiaonan, don't panic, I will find the place myself.

On the first day of Fu Xiaozheng's lunch without love, he missed him a little bit.

Cough~ Little angels, the "Manga" article will be renamed "Straight Man, You Can't Bend!" ", little angels, Hui Cun, don't get lost after chasing~ Nineteen bows and compares hearts!

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