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"Uh, this." The clerk looked at Lengqing embarrassedly, and then at the person who asked for payment.Before he could react, the man paid the money.Lengqing took the cigarette casually, said "thank you" to the clerk, and chased him out.

"Letter!" Lengqing grabbed the man, pulled him over, and hugged him tightly.

"Xin, you're not dead, you're really not dead, I knew you'd be fine." Leng Qing hugged her tighter and tighter, as if she wanted to rub someone into her body.He kept muttering in his mouth: "It's fine if you're fine, it's fine if you're fine."

But the man pushed him away inexplicably: "I think you have misunderstood the person, I am not the person you are looking for." The man also gave Lengqing a very strange look.He wanted to leave, but coldly pulled him back, saying that he was really wrong, he shouldn't be with Lu, and he shouldn't keep that child.

In the end, the man couldn't bear it any longer. He punched Lengqing, spat, and cursed: "Damn it, I'll do good things with good intentions, but I'm being entangled by a fag, get out! I won't be polite if I cling any more."

"Letter, letter, don't go, letter." Lengqing was punched to the ground, and there was no one at night, so no one noticed the situation here.The man just ran away.Lengqing couldn't catch up, so he lay down on the side of the road tired.

After resting for a while, he regained his strength, saw the cigarette in his hand, stood up, lit a cigarette, and went back while smoking.

In the past two days, Yang Feng listened to the novel {m}.{qule}du.{com} of "No&Wrong" Wen Hao said that cold work always makes mistakes, and Lin Mobai caught it several times when he went to inspect it.Although the emotional mind is not enough, but for the work, it is absolutely serious.He didn't believe it at first, but after getting the exact news from Lin Mobai, he felt that there was something wrong with the coldness.

I made a phone call to call out Lengqing, and found that he was haggard, his face was still swollen, and his eyes were dark circles, so deep that people wondered how long he hadn't slept.

"What's the matter with you? I heard people say that you didn't do a good job in the company at all, and you lost your temper with your subordinates at every turn." Yang Feng asked coldly across from him.Finding Lengqing's indifferent look, he felt even more unreasonable. He tapped the table with the knuckle of his middle finger and said, "Lengqing! I'm your boss now, so be serious!"

Leng Qing was taken aback by Yang Feng, stood up all of a sudden, and poured the coffee on the table onto Yang Feng.The waiter next to him saw it, and hurried over and asked, "Sir, is it okay?" Helping Yang Feng wipe it at a loss.

Yang Feng waved his hand, saying it's all right, let him leave it alone.The coffee was still hot, and the coffee that was spilled just now was more or less splashed on the face. If it wasn't hot, it would be a lie.Yang Feng glanced at Leng Qing, and saw him standing there with a blank expression, as if he had realized something, he kept apologizing to Yang Feng.

"You sit down."

"Yang Feng, I really didn't mean it, I, I can't control myself."

"Sit down!" Yang Feng's tone became heavy, and he sat down obediently because of his coldness.

"How long have you been in this situation?" Yang Feng asked, looking at him coldly but with a strange look, "Huh? " After a sound, Yang Feng saw that he didn't understand what he was going to say, and explained again: "Let me ask you, how long have you maintained this uncontrollable behavior? "

After thinking about it coldly, he said, "Xin, when Xin dies."

"So, it's been more than two months for you? Didn't you go to the hospital?" Yang Feng asked.

Leng Qing looked at her hands, shook her head, and said, "I, I don't know." Leng Qing suddenly remembered that day, the person she met in the supermarket, mistook him for a letter, and then returned home inexplicably.It was very slow before he realized that Ah Shu didn't go home.

Yang Feng gave him a business card and said: "I know this doctor, you can find him at this address. Don't go to the company now, if you need money, you can call me."

He coldly took the business card, said thank you, saw the coffee stains on Yang Feng's body, and asked, "You, how about I take it to the dry cleaner for you to wash."

"No need, I have something else to do. Lengqing, I don't have extra time to manage you, so, take care of your emotional problems by yourself." After Yang Feng said this, he paid the bill, swiped his card, and left people.

Holding the business card in Lengqing's hand, she walked out of the coffee shop.The business card was pinched and crumpled. After leaving the store, he leaned against the street corner, looked at the crumpled business card, and stopped a taxi.

"Hello, my surname is Wang, Mr. Leng, right? Mr. Yang has already contacted me, may I help you." The host who entertained Leng Qing was a man in his 30s, with ordinary appearance and nothing special in the same old white doctor's uniform, shaking hands with Grim.

"Hello, I want to know what kind of disease I have."

The man smiled when he heard this. There are really not many patients who directly admit that they have some kind of disease.In an instant, his impression of Leng Qing improved a lot, and he was asked to sit down.

"Mr. Leng, please talk about your situation in detail." Dr. Wang took a notebook and a pen and planned to record it.

"Since my lover had an accident about two months ago, I suddenly lost control of my emotions. Some thoughts and actions were always out of sync. Recently, my temper has become more and more serious. I am irritable, I can't control myself. I want to hit people, and I will have some hallucinations from time to time, and the length of time is inconsistent."

"Besides that, what else? For example, the living habits are different from before."

After thinking about it coldly, he looked at Dr. Wang, touched the lighter in his pocket, and said, "I have a habit of smoking recently, and the more I smoke, the more I don't do it before."

"Mr. Leng, I want to know, besides these situations, do you still think about some unhappy things from time to time? For example, your lover died, or something else?" The man wrote a long paragraph in his notebook. Looking at the text coldly, I don't know what it is written in, it should be the words just said or something.

"Actually, as far as Mr. Leng's situation is concerned, he should be suffering from depression and intermittent bipolar disorder. From my point of view, I also hope that Mr. Leng can receive appropriate physical and mental treatment. If you If you don't mind, I will prescribe some medicine, and I hope you will come to receive treatment on time." Dr. Wang is very straightforward, and treats the patient's condition without any ambiguity.

He asked coldly, "Then, can I go to work normally?"

"This is okay, as long as there are drugs to control it, it will not cause much harm to others. However, during this period, you may not be able to make normal judgments on some things. Therefore, the best way is to hope that you will take care of yourself. Record those things in a notebook, and then make a judgment when the mood is stable." Doctor Wang explained very carefully, trying to provide Leng Qing with the simplest and most effective method possible.