I live next door and my surname is Jiang

The design of Song Qiao’s business card for Jiang Mianchi is simple and elegant, and the content is very detailed. Not only does it include the hospital he belongs to, but also his personal address. Get to know this mysterious doctor.

Although the contract he signed with Yu's family did not stipulate his itinerary for these three months, he did not run out without saying a word, but went to ask Yu Jin for leave.

Jiang Mianchi stood in front of Yu Jin's desk, listening to his slowly turning the pages of the book, "Ask for leave?"

Thinking that it would be very abrupt to check the doctor by himself, so he didn't want to tell Yu Jin, so he said, "Well, a friend is sick, and I want to visit him," lying blushingly Not jumping.

Yu Jin paused, and glanced at him with a half-smile, "What about Yu Jin's courses?"

Jiang Mianchi was blunt and angry, "Yu Jin hasn't been in a good state these days, I think he also needs to take a vacation and have a good rest."

Yu Jin waved his hand, signaling him to hurry up.

Jiang Mianchi turned around and was about to leave when he heard Yu Jin calling him, "Wait a minute, let the driver Xiao Li take you there."

He glanced back secretly, and Yu Jin looked at the book pretendingly, without raising his head, he asked, "What's the matter? If you keep talking, I'm going to change my mind."

"It's okay, I just learned a new vocabulary recently."

"It's called Tsundere." Then she rolled away happily.

The driver, Xiao Li, really likes Mr. Jiang. He is good-looking, has a nice voice, and a gentle personality. He even dares to play tricks under the eyes of the president. It can be said that he is good everywhere, so he is very enthusiastic when he sees him. , "Ms. Jiang, what are you doing in the clinic? Are you sick? You have to go to a big hospital for this illness. Why do you go to such a small clinic?"

The hospital that Song Qiao belonged to was just a private psychological consultation clinic. It was not a small scale, but it was really not well-known in the capital.

Jiang Mianchi kept talking nonsense, "My friend is poor and cannot afford to go to a big hospital, so he can only go to this kind of private clinic."

Xiao Li chuckled, "Tell me, people nowadays can't think about it one by one. In my opinion, they are all fed up. If they didn't have enough food in the past, it wouldn't matter if they were mentally healthy or not."

Jiang Mianchi smiled gently, "You can't say that, everyone has their own difficulties, no matter when we don't have the right to judge them from the moral high ground, this kind of mentality is arrogant from the beginning. "

Xiao Li scratched his head in embarrassment, "I know I was wrong, although I didn't understand it very well, but this teacher's ideological consciousness is different."

After sending Jiang Mian to the door of the clinic, he waved vigorously at him, "Mr. Jiang, just call me when you want to come back, and I'll come pick you up."

Jiang Mianchi nodded, "Okay, thank you."

Watching the car drive away, he turned around and looked at the office building in front of him. This area is a commercial area, and the housing prices are frighteningly high. It is too powerful to open a private clinic here, and even though it is a private clinic, it already has a certain scale , can be compared with other public hospitals.

When he walked into the office building, he saw two young ladies in white at the front desk. In order not to attract attention, he asked in a low voice, "Hi, I'm looking for Dr. Song Qiao."

The young lady was surprised for a moment, but quickly managed her expression well with professionalism, showing a sweet and polite smile, "Hi sir, do you have an appointment?"

Jiang Mianchi smiled apologetically, "No."

"Sir, Dr. Song Qiao is quite special. If you want to see him, you need to make an appointment in advance. Do you want me to make an appointment for you?"

Jiang Mianchi pondered for a while, and said, "No need, may I ask if you have a doctor with more senior qualifications and is free now?"

"Wait a minute, let me check for you."

After a while, the young lady handed over a list, "This Dr. Zhang has three hours to spare, can I contact him for you?"

After a cursory glance, he nodded, "It's just him, thank you."

After filling in some basic information, the young lady took Jiang Mianchi upstairs to see Dr. Zhang. Dr. Zhang is over 40 years old, but he still looks personable and friendly. Seeing Jiang Mianchi, he warmly welcomes him into the room inside.

The two looked at each other, and Dr. Zhang spoke first, "Hello, my name is Zhang Jiu. You can call me Uncle Zhang. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Jiang Mianchi took off the mask, put his palms together apologetically, "I'm very sorry, I'm not looking for you for psychological consultation, but to ask about a doctor in your hospital, but I will pay according to the time of psychological consultation. "

Although this was the first time Dr. Zhang encountered such a situation, he still looked at him calmly and gently, "I can give you some basic information, but I'm sorry about some privacy..."

Jiang Mianchi nodded, "Some basic information is fine. I have a friend who wants to seek advice from him, so I want to know about this doctor in advance for him."

"Then which doctor is it?"

"It's Doctor Song Qiao."

After hearing Song Qiao's name, Dr. Zhang hesitated for a moment. This reaction was exactly the same as that of the lady at the front desk, which made people have to pay attention.

"Dr. Song Qiao...he has a high degree of education and has been doing psychological counseling for a long time. Although he is young, he has rich experience."

Jiang Mian shook her head, "You know, this is not what I want to hear."

Dr. Zhang smiled, and a few wrinkles emerged from the corners of his eyes. His calm tone made people feel relaxed, "You are very smart, have keen perception, and have great potential to be a psychiatrist."

"Actually, everyone in our hospital basically knows about it. If you ask anyone, he will tell you, so I don't need to hide it."

"Dr. Song Qiao has a very good personality. He used to do psychological counseling at a well-known university in the United States. After returning to China, he has been registered in our hospital. At the beginning, he had a good reputation, but gradually some family members of patients complained about him. Until he He took over a patient whose condition was not very serious, but a little depressed, as long as he did a good job of guidance, but after he talked with the patient a few times, the patient committed suicide.”

"The patient's family members insisted on saying that it was Dr. Song Qiao's fault. This incident became a big issue and it took a lot of money to suppress it. After that, no one consulted Dr. Song Qiao."

Having said so much, he added, "You know, people's psychological changes are difficult to control, and a small thing may stimulate a fragile patient, so I still believe in Dr. Song Qiao."

Jiang Mianchi nodded thoughtfully, then stood up and shook hands with Dr. Zhang gratefully, "Thank you for telling me this."

Doctor Zhang looked at him with a smile, "You're welcome, after all, you paid a high consultation fee."

The two looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

It had been several hours since Jiang Mianchi came down from upstairs. He had sworn to Yu Jin that he would go back early, so he wanted to go back home. When he was going out, he was called by the lady at the front desk. Stopped, her voice was a little hesitant, "Hi, actually I wanted to ask just now, are you Jiang Mianchi from "The Trainee"?"

Looking back in surprise, he saw two young and beautiful girls looking at him expectantly, which made him feel embarrassed, "It's me, what's the matter?"

One of the girls was so excited that she couldn't care less about her image, "Hi, I'm your fan, I've liked you for a long time, can you sign me?"

Jiang Mianchi nodded, "Of course."

He lay down on the front desk and wrote his name smartly, when he heard a familiar voice behind him, "Mr. Jiang!?"

Looking back, Song Qiao was standing at the door in a white coat, looking at him in surprise.

The author has something to say: Song Qiao: I'm not bragging, I can recognize him from the back.