he killed himself

"You don't like living?". . ,,,,,,

"Pointless."

"Is death meaningful?"

"Death is meaningless." In the light blue room, the young man's eyes were unfocused, as if he was looking at heaven and hell. "It's better than living."

"It's really hard to live. It might be better without overtime."

"It's better without parents."

"What did your parents do?"

"They..." The young man fell silent suddenly, as if he had been frightened, but he was very used to it, "Here it is again."

Click, the room was instantly brightened, the curtains were gradually opened, and there was another click, the doctor in the blue uniform turned on the lighter, and the young man opened his eyes in a musing manner, his deer eyes were instantly brightened, it was really light, he He let out a long sigh of relief, "Today is over."

"Xiao Heng, you are rejecting hypnosis." Chu Yuan poured two cups of tea, the blue glass belonged to Xiao Heng, "Yi Zheng is very worried about you."

When Yi Zheng was mentioned, Xiao Heng frowned, with disgust in his eyes, he drank the water in one gulp, "I'll go back first, the next treatment will be cancelled."

"You have to communicate with Yi Zheng before deciding on the treatment." Doctor Chu in the white shirt seemed a little unkind at this time, "I signed the agreement with Yi Zheng, of course, if you are going to pay the fee..."

"Only Yi is your friend?"

"Yi Zheng pays the bill."

"Damn." Xiao Heng bit out these two words, put on his coat, and pushed the door to go out.

The boots kicked loudly all the way, and Chu Yuan could hear it in the diagnosis room. Fortunately, this one has a little temper, which is much easier to treat than the one without temper. "Send today's recording to Yi Zheng." Chu Yuan After completing the diagnostic medical records, he realized that the person standing opposite him was motionless, staring at him with a pair of black pupils, so he closed the computer and asked with a smile, "What's wrong, Feng Zhen?"

The 180-year-old youth has a pair of clear black pupils, and he is hesitating about something at this moment, but finally those black pupils are sure, and the same clear and gentle voice is as calm as a stream, "Teacher, about the patient you recommended to me... .”

"Joe?" The 4-year-old?

"Joe's uncle."

Oh, it's Zhou Chen, my friend who always needs to be beaten twice, Chu Yuan got up, led Feng Zhen to the sofa and sat down, "Zhou Chen made things difficult for you?"

Feng Zhen couldn't help but laugh at Dr. Chu's appearance of a master who was not afraid, "No, Mr. Zhou is still very polite, but he is a little too enthusiastic."

Dr. Chu is willing to hear the details.

At the end of each treatment, Mr. Zhou treats him to a meal.

Dr. Chu: Zhou Chen's way of thanking people has hardly changed in recent years.

The occasion is somewhat formal.

Dr. Chu: He is a person who enjoys life, not to mention that you have helped the Zhou family so much.

He will ask me out on Saturdays and Sundays.

Dr. Chu: You have been staying at home, and you should also go out for a walk. Making more friends like this will not do you any harm.

Perhaps everything was explained by Chu, and Feng Zhen didn't say too much about this person, "The contract with TML has been handed over to the Han Brothers, and we can give feedback the day after tomorrow."

"When you go to pick up the contract, call the person in charge of the project at TML, and solve any problems there directly."

"TML has a high degree of sincerity in cooperation, but it just doesn't like paying for it." As the second party, Feng Zhen actually doesn't really want to accept this kind of internal psychological training in the company and courses for teenagers' psychology. Excessive profit-making and commercialization have pros and cons. Regardless of how it is for the company, it will undoubtedly take a lot of psychological time for the two of them personally, "We may need to talk again about the price."

"There is a person who is really good at this. You can ask him for advice when you have time."

"Snow season?" The woman who now travels the world by driving a bar, buying a car, buying a house.

"Zhou Chen." Doctor Chu didn't need to say much, and Feng Zhen could understand why.

Even though he saw that his life was normal and his son was not well-raised, after all, this person manages such a big family, conspiring and plotting all kinds of ways to make money and spend money, so he has not studied thoroughly, so Zhou Chen still has two problems. The most important thing is that there is not much conflict between Hailan and Zhou Chen who are doing the Internet. If AI technology develops in this area in the future, the two may still cooperate.

Feng Zhen didn't plan to avoid Zhou Chen's question. After finishing today's task with Joe, the three of them came back from the zoo together. It's unknown who started it first. Anyway, it came to the question of how to set the price.

"Where are the target users?"

"Teens in the rebellious period."

"That is to say, the payer is not a direct user. What about the estimated volume, course pricing and course cycle?"

"The volume is 15, but I can't remember the specifics. What is the price of the course? It is said to be fissile. It is 39 yuan per lecture. Our side should take 3 months back and forth. Given 10 courses and 1 online diagnosis."

"Who will deliver the materials."

"Hailan's side."

"3 months, during this period you

will allin. "The young man wearing brown sunglasses took off his glasses, his eyes with slightly dimpled double eyelids were pitch black, like stars, full of affection, which made that handsome face of somewhat mixed race even more three-dimensional and profound, his words were short and articulate. Clearly, it can be seen that he is a person who is good at pointing out pain points neatly, "The current price is 1 for a lecture, and the total is 6. When you get 17, you can continue to count down. "

These were indeed things that Feng Zhen hadn't thought about. Calculated in this way, the benefits brought to the department during the entire cooperation period were indeed not as impressive as previously expected.

He did the math, Zhou Chen didn't bother, and wiped Joe's hands with a wet towel, "Is Joe happy today?"

The little boy was biting the teddy bear's nose. Hearing this, his expression didn't change, and his similar pair of dimpled eyes didn't fluctuate. However, Zhou Chen thought he was happy because the child was looking up at him.

"If Joe is happy, can we come with Uncle Feng next time?"

The little boy's little head turned like a mechanism. He looked at Feng Zhen who was counting money with his mobile phone. After getting a nod full of smiles, he didn't have any expression, and continued to lower his head and bite the bear's nose.

"Joe likes you very much." Zhou Chen saw that Feng Zhen was about the same, so he asked him what he thinks now, and at the same time gave him a suggestion, "Nowadays, there are more people who pay for knowledge, and while reaching an agreement with the institution, you can follow along. This idea is to pay for knowledge.”

"The main reason is that the organization has a large number of target users." Feng Zhen calculated the completion of the book and the time, and also made some judgments in his heart, "It seems that we need to formulate a complete cost book and quotation."

This person's reaction is much faster now, and he is not as idealistic as he was at the beginning. Zhou Chen nodded with satisfaction, checked that it was almost evening, and invited Feng Zhen to have dinner together.

Thinking that the meal was one of those occasions, Feng Zhen originally wanted to refuse, but this time Zhou Chen actually proposed to eat at a restaurant he had recommended before, so he agreed—it just happened to be a return meal, thanks for the help.

Qixun Baxun is a Chinese restaurant located in a small white-walled building in Baixia District. It mainly serves Qinhuai cuisine, supplemented by Anhui cuisine. Up to the Nanjing ditty that is babbling near the high platform.

Feng Zhen called the number, and there were two more, so they sat with Zhou Chen and waited.

"Sorry, there are too many people here."

"It's okay, I haven't been to this kind of place for a long time, this should be regarded as an old shop."

"I heard that it has been more than 20 years, but I only tasted it last time when I came with Dr. Chu. Qinhuai Sanjue and Fish Head Rice are his family's recruitment dishes."

“Stir-fried dishes based on lotus root are also very good.”

"Mr. Zhou has been here?"

"I went back to Nanjing for two years as an exchange student. At that time, my friends liked to bring me here for dinner." Zhou Chen took Joe, who was playing with his mobile phone, to his arms so as not to be bumped into him. "I remember you were nearby. Work, didn't you come here before?"

"I used to spend a lot of time in clinics and schools, and it was only after I started running some business in the past two months that I started to come out."

"It's good to come out more and get in touch with the outside world." Zhou Chen seemed to be a senior at this time, giving some work advice to the newcomers, so when the three of them lined up and ordered dishes, they talked about things in life.

"Where does Feng Zhen live in Nanjing?"

"Over there at the Drum Tower."

"It's not very close from here."

"It's good to have a direct bus."

"Are you still used to working with Chu Yuan?" Zhou Chen jumped to the topic after serving the fish head rice. At this time, he served Joe and Feng Zhen each, without green beans and peas, "Chu Yuan Sometimes that person does things with his heart and doesn't follow the rules very much."

Feng Zhen didn't feel these things, after all, "The teacher pays very generously."

"He received more funds, and the name of the professor is not for nothing."

In fact, Zhou Chen is not too used to Chu Yuan's behavior, just like Chu Yuan is not used to him. Although these two people have nicknames, they are actually very opposite in many places. Feng Zhen Just ignore the mockery in Zhou Chen's tone, one is the master who gives the money, and the other is the master who pays the wages. I need money now, but I can't offend either one.

"Mr. Zhou and the teacher have a very good relationship."

"My sister and nephew are still counting on him for treatment." Zhou Chen's words were half-true, "To be honest, I was a little worried when I first said that you would take care of Joe's treatment."

Feng Zhen didn't mind. He had just graduated and now he was in business again. It's normal for people to question his professional ability. "Thank you Mr. Zhou for your trust." He toasted Zhou Chen with a glass of sweet-scented osmanthus wine. On the next winter solstice, Zhou Chen sent Zhou Chen to the clinic for Zhou Lin's younger sister, so she diverted the topic away from herself and talked about Zhou Lin.

After a car accident a few years ago, Zhou Lin injured her hippocampus and lost her short-term memory. She couldn't remember what happened in the previous minute, and she couldn't remember the new people she met. She was a little lucky , probably because I still remember everything before the car accident.

The treatment she came into contact with is memory rehabilitation on the one hand, and more psychological treatment.

She would be sent from the nursing home to the clinic for various reasons - suicidal, manic.....

"The psychiatric sanatorium here in Nanjing lacks professional doctors, and many situations are not dealt with in a timely manner. Mr. Zhou, you may consider sending Ms. Zhou Lin to a psychiatric rehabilitation center in Shanghai." Moreover, "Shanghai is not far from Nanjing. It’s also convenient to visit.”

"I don't want Xiaolin to feel abandoned."

Feng Zhen paused subconsciously. Seeing Joe's drink spilled, he helped him wipe the water off his body, "She is very lucky to have a brother like you."

"Maybe for some people, I am too unlucky."

Feng Zhen didn't answer. He was used to seeing Zhou Chen's fragility in a moment, and he often even had the illusion that this person wanted to show that the two of them had a story.

The three paid the bill, and Feng Zhen had to go back to the hospital over the Drum Tower to visit his mother. After putting on Joe's hat, he bid farewell to the pair of uncles and nephews.

It was actually not very late at this time, Nanjing City was just at the beginning of the lights, and the road was bustling and bustling, but the car was extremely quiet, and the small screen that was lit in front of everyone seemed to be the whole world of a person.

The world has changed so much, it seems to him that he just fell asleep.

Feng Zhen is not in the habit of detaining his mobile phone yet. He needs to think about how to negotiate the price with TML tomorrow, who he will find to discuss payment for knowledge, and how to make a plan. He is thinking about the end of the year, which is the cause of depression and adolescent mental illness. During the high-incidence period, Xia Wei needs to be asked to help recruit a few interns to do file organization and psychological assistance.

The young man in black cotton clothes let himself think about things like this, but when the bus called the stop, he immediately got up and got off. A gust of cold wind hit him, he tightened his clothes, and took Xiao Pao to the direction of the hospital.

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