I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

Nine years later, Central Hospital, Department of Psychiatry.

"Doctor Wen, just now the patient called to say that he can't come today and wants to cancel the scheduled face-to-face consultation. Let me inform you." The nurse opened the door and said to the person sitting inside.

The person behind the desk was bending over to look for something in the drawer, and immediately raised his head when he heard this sentence, "Then can I get out early?"

"No, you have to stay on duty until the end of off-duty time." The nurse also said with a smile.

This new doctor doesn't like to obey the rules. He arrives late and leaves early. Occasionally, he disappears during working hours and can't find anyone. However, he is a talent hired by the dean himself. At most, he can only give an oral education.

"Oh, sister, you've already said that, then I'll just wait quietly." Wen Yu squeezed his sore waist, and leaned back feebly.

Seeing her lazy look, the nurse shook her head helplessly, and closed the door for her intimately when she exited.

The little prickly head back then has become a qualified and excellent psychiatrist. Although Wen Yu and Wen Ziyang are two sisters, they act in completely different styles. When Wen Yu first arrived, the nurses were even worried that her carefree personality would make some patients accept her. Incompetent, if it weren't for her beautiful resume and hand-picked by the dean, people would misunderstand that she went to the wrong department.

But after getting along with each other, you will find that Wen Yu looks at the tiger on the surface, but actually has a very delicate mind. He is good at capturing subtle and effective information in conversations so as to speed up his understanding of patients. Become a gentle and reliable big sister.

Wen Yu's confidant sister Fan is all under the tutelage of Wen Ziyang. It is a good idea to reduce her own aggressiveness and improve the patient's trust. It is commonly known as showing weakness, but this trick is obviously not easy for everyone.

It's like a certain kind of incomprehensible wood, which doesn't eat hard or soft.

There have been more than a dozen voice messages on WeChat, and Wen Yu has never dared to click on them. After a dazed effort, Song Qiulin finally found out that Wen Yu was hiding from him on purpose, so he directly made a voice call.

Wen Yu could fully imagine the cold questioning tone on the other side after he answered the phone, but if he didn't answer it now, he would probably be "beaten up" badly when he went back at night.

She cried and rubbed her sore waist again, and clicked on the connection.

"Can you explain who drank the red wine on the top shelf of my wine cabinet?" Sure enough, as Wen Yu expected, Song Qiulin's aggressive appearance made her mistakenly think that she was a prisoner locked in the interrogation room for questioning.

"I just took a sip because I was greedy..." Wen Yu said softly, "Just to taste, it's really not much, I won't dare to do it again next time."

"That's what you said last time." There was a noisy voice on the other end of the phone, probably Song Qiulin walked into the crowd from a confined space, "I got out of the elevator, are you off work yet?"

"Aren't you resting today?" Wen Yu stabilized his voice, clamped his head to the side of the phone, and began to tidy up the table with his free hands.

If Song Qiulin's semi-obsessive-compulsive disorder saw the messy pile of documents on her desk, he would definitely say nothing.

"Slow down, it's not time to get off work, why don't you go to the dessert shop downstairs and bring me a durian millefeuille, and I'll be off work after you buy it." The dessert shop downstairs is the family of a retired head nurse It's open, delicious and cheap, and the line can stretch ten meters long when commuting to and from work. Wen Yu is trying to buy time for himself.

"Well, I already bought it."

The nurses at the nurse station were familiar with Song Qiulin for a long time. The ace newcomer in the clinic next door was beautiful, caring, and practical. He heard that he was asked to help on the operating table after just one month of internship in the hospital.

Seeing her coming, the nurse hurriedly greeted her cordially, and Song Qiulin responded with a kind smile.

"Are you looking for Dr. Wen again?"

Song Qiulin nodded, "She said she hasn't got off work yet, so let me wait."

"The last patient canceled the appointment and said she couldn't come because she had something to do. She just sat and waited for get off work. It's okay for you to go in."

"Really." Song Qiulin raised his voice at the end, and said this sentence not to the nurse but to Wen Yu on the other end of the phone.

"Fuck! Are you here?" Wen Yu anxiously began to swear, "Don't, don't, don't come in first."

"It's late, open the door." Song Qiulin stood still at the door, and the moderate knocking sound was like the sound of a sentence before the approach of death.

"..."

Two minutes later, Song Qiulin, who didn't wait for Wen Yu to open the door, turned the doorknob by himself. His eyes scanned the small office, but he didn't see anyone.

She sat down at the table, put down the cake in her hand, and kicked the front door of the desk with her toes, "Come out."

After a long time, the embarrassed Wen Yu slowly stood up from under the table, met Song Qiulin's eyes, smiled very guiltyly, and said hello to her, "Hi...you are here."

Song Qiulin nodded slightly.

The white coat on Wen Yu's body hadn't been taken off yet, and she held some long sleeves in her hands and kept rubbing them, "Why don't you tell me in advance when you come here."

"Did I tell you to run away in advance?"

"Why did I run, and I didn't do anything wrong."

Song Qiulin glanced around the messy desk, pinched the bridge of his nose with some headaches, "Tell me what the doctor's order is for you."

The corners of Wen Yu's mouth drooped, and he began to point with his fingers obediently, "No drinking, no strenuous exercise, no staying up late, no touching..."

"Okay, now look into my eyes and tell me who drank the red wine last night."

"I..." Wen Yu spoke with a little confidence, "Then you said that strenuous exercise is not allowed. Who can torment people like you? I have been resting for a whole day and now my back is sore."

"Strictly speaking, I'm just satisfying your physical needs. There are advantages and no disadvantages." Song Qiulin pushed his glasses, with a serious expression on his face, as if he was really just stating his opinion on something very common.

"Then why didn't you meet my needs when I called to stop? You were just making excuses!" Wen Yu took a step back and gained some confidence after keeping a safe distance, "Song Qiulin, I can tell you that this is my territory. I am the doctor and you are the patient, you have to listen to me."

"Oh?" Song Qiulin suddenly stood up, walked around the desk, and approached Wen Yu with a slender body. She stretched out her hand and easily trapped him between herself and the window. Then she lowered her eyes and looked at Wen Yu, not missing any point in her eyes. Think carefully, "Do you look more and more like a doctor?"

Wen Yu rested his arms on his chest, and his posture was tense like a frightened bird, but he retorted stubbornly, "I am a doctor in the first place."

"Then, can Dr. Wen enlighten me? My partner and I have some problems in our sex life recently. How should we communicate to break the barrier and create a harmonious life together?" Song Qiulin said in a persuasive tone, holding Wen Yu's hand in Press on your chest.

"I'll go to your house to create a harmonious life together. The problem is all yours. Desires are on the brain and you don't know how to control them." Wen Yu wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't match Song Qiulin's strength.

"Really?" Song Qiulin smiled suddenly, and her raised eyebrows pierced the innate coldness of her face, adding a touch of confusion. She lowered her head and buried her head on Wen Yu's neck, "I obviously endured it very hard. , since you scolded all of them, why don't I show you one of them?"

Every time Song Qiulin showed such a smiley expression, Wen Yu would think that she was Qiu Ling's upper body, but the conclusion proved that it was not, so Wen Yu deduced that it was very likely that this person was like this in the first place. Blind and deceived without knowing it.

"...My sister called me home for dinner today." I'm sorry, sister, it's best to use you as a shield at the critical moment.

Song Qiulin's hot kiss went from Wen Yu's ear all the way down his neck, and he quickly unbuttoned his white coat with his nimble fingers. The scene once became unmanageable.

"Coincidentally, why did my sister tell me that she is going to take sister Ziyang on a date today?"

"Uh...their date was cancelled."

"Well, you don't have to do it at night." Song Qiulin brushed aside the obstructing hair, with a lazy and casual posture, "I found that I like you more in this white coat."

Wen Yu is not a fool, can she not understand what Song Qiulin said!

"Are you crazy? This is a hospital, and it's still working hours. You didn't even lock the door when you came in!"

"Ha ha……"

Song Qiulin chuckled close to Wen Yu's ear, sounding like he was in a very happy mood, "You mean it's fine as long as you go home after get off work?"

Wen Yu:? ? ?

"Your logic is too problematic. I think you are mentally ill and need to be cured."

Song Qiulin got up and pecked Wen Yu's lips lightly, "You're right, but you have to cure this disease for a lifetime."