I live next door and my surname is Jiang

"Mr. Jiang, would you like something to drink?" Song Qiao got the menu from the waiter, and the gentleman handed it to Jiang Mianchi first.

Jiang Mianchi took it generously, "Then I won't be polite, a strawberry mousse, a cup of matcha milkshake, trouble."

Song Qiao returned the menu to the waiter, "Just give me a cup of coffee."

The waiter took back the menu, "Okay, please wait a moment, both of you."

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cubicle, Jiang Mianchi could see the billboard of the psychological clinic. Song Qiao followed his gaze and explained, "This is the dessert shop closest to our hospital. I often come here for coffee. , The environment here is very good, and the compartments are relatively hidden, so you won’t be disturbed by others.”

The layout of this dessert shop is also very elegant. There is a row of vibrant green plants beside the window sill. The warm sunlight can come in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, which makes people feel as happy as the desserts.

Jiang Mianchi smiled embarrassedly, "I didn't expect to meet Dr. Song, what a coincidence."

Song Qiao pushed the cake brought by the waiter in front of him, smiled and looked very happy, "Yeah, I also think it's a coincidence, if I'm one step late, I might not be able to meet Mr. Jiang."

The expression is rejoicing that can be seen at a glance, as if he is really feeling lucky that he didn't miss him.

Jiang Mian didn't speak for a long time, and silently dug a large spoonful of cake into his mouth, then narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, then licked his lips, and said to Song Qiao, "This cake is so delicious, I never used to Never been here."

Song Qiao took a sip of his coffee, put his hands on his chin and watched Jiang Mian eat late, his eyes were gentle and gentle, and after a while, he waited until he finished finishing the cake before asking, "What's the matter with you here today? "

After eating the cake, Jiang Mianchi rested one hand on the milkshake cup and rested his chin on the other, "Didn't I say that I wanted to consult with a friend of mine? I just wanted to visit you because I had nothing to do today. Who knew that you just weren't here. I made an appointment with another doctor."

Song Qiao nodded clearly, and asked with concern, "So is the problem solved?"

Jiang Mianchi shook his head regretfully, "No, I think it would be better for my friend to see a psychiatrist in person next time. I told the psychiatrist about my friend's basic situation, and he said that he would not talk face-to-face with the patient. approach hastily draw conclusions.”

"This kind of judgment is correct. As a doctor, caution is the principle we must abide by." Song Qiao also seemed to agree with Jiang Mianchi's nonsense. tone.

Jiang Mianchi took a sip of the milkshake to suppress her shock, and then remembered, isn't now the best time to ask Yu Jin about it!Instead of guessing it yourself, it is better to ask him directly.

Song Qiao thought for a while before speaking, "Yu Jin's situation is very complicated. When I first met him, he didn't say a word when I talked to him, so I had to resort to hypnosis and psychological suggestion. I didn't feel it at first. There was something wrong with his spirit, he had a clear mind and stable mentality, and he was not aggressive, but then his volatility became stronger and stronger."

When he was talking, Jiang Mianchi looked at him quietly and nodded from time to time.

He touched his pocket, rummaged through it, and then smiled apologetically at Jiang Mianchi, "I'm sorry, regarding the patient Yu Jin, I created a file for him, and saved many similar cases for reference. I saved it in a USB flash drive, but I didn’t bring it out today.”

Jiang Mianchi smiled, "It's okay, thank you for telling me so much."

Song Qiao is indeed a very responsible doctor, and he is very organized. He has already learned a lot about the situation.

Song Qiao took out a pocket watch and looked at the time, "It's still early, I don't have work today, why don't I take you to my apartment to have a look, my apartment is near here, I'll be there soon."

Jiang Mianchi hesitated for a moment, and Song Qiao saw his hesitation, and smiled reassuringly, "My car is driving around here, and I can send you back directly after I copy the document to you."

Being so considerate and thoughtful, and speaking in a gentle tone, he really couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he nodded and agreed.

Dr. Song's apartment is in a high-end residential area nearby. Although the house is not big, it has a simple and elegant style, which makes people look very comfortable. There is only a pair of slippers and a few pairs of spare slippers in the entrance. It looks like a single man's residence.

After entering the door, Song Qiao took off his coat, took out a pocket watch and put it on the table in the living room, pointing to the sofa, "Sit down for a while, I'll go to the room to find a USB flash drive."

Jiang Mianchi sat obediently on the sofa, her gaze fell on the pocket watch.

In this era, there are very few people who still carry pocket watches, and the Chinese do not have such a habit. Remembering that Dr. Zhang said that Song Qiao was doing psychological counseling in the United States, he would rather believe that he stayed in the UK for a few years.

The appearance of this pocket watch is very ordinary, unlike the exquisitely designed works of art he has seen before, this one looks like a daily necessities for simple use, and even the copper surface on the outside has begun to oxidize, and it is a bit mottled and embarrassing.

After a while, Song Qiao came out holding a USB flash drive, and Jiang Mianchi asked him curiously, "Why does Doctor Song carry a pocket watch with him? I've watched a lot of TV dramas, are pocket watches used for hypnosis like in TV dramas? Did you shake the watch in front of others and he fell asleep?"

Hearing his question, Song Qiao let out a chuckle. He pressed the corner of his mouth with his hand, and then said, "It's not that magical. My mother gave me this pocket watch, but I'm just used to carrying it with me."

Then sit next to Jiang Mianchi and patiently explain to him, "Hypnosis is just a kind of relaxation therapy. It uses systematic desensitization to let the help-seeker enter a relaxed state, and then uses voice to guide imagination and create artistic conception to find the source of the help-seeker's pain. This process requires the cooperation of both the doctor and the patient, and it cannot be done by the doctor alone."

Jiang Mianchi nodded half-understood, did not expect to learn so much today, and asked excitedly, "Then can I be hypnotized?"

Song Qiao froze for a moment, then nodded, "Of course, as long as you cooperate."

Jiang Mianchi somewhat regretted his impulsiveness, but curiosity killed the cat. He had never been exposed to this aspect before, so he was really curious, "Did I fall asleep after being hypnotized?"

Song Qiao shook his head amusedly, "No, hypnosis is to put a person into a state of half-asleep and half-awake, at this time, if something happens in the outside world, you can still feel it."

Jiang Mianchi nodded reassuringly, and then asked bluntly, "Then can you try to hypnotize me?"

Song Qiao was stunned, staring blankly at his simple and curious face.

He thought for a while, as if he was engaged in some fierce ideological struggle.

Jiang Mianchi looked at him apprehensively, retreating in her heart, feeling that she had really made up her mind, and was about to retract what she had said when she heard Song Qiao's deep voice.

"of course can."

Here, Yu Jin was rummaging through a book irritably. He stood in front of the study ladder, his eyes flicked over a book, but he couldn't find what he wanted, and then he came out of the study. He happened to be watering the flowers and plants. Tao Yin, "Tao Yin, where is my "Western Piano History"?"

Tao Yin was absent-minded, the water in the kettle almost flowed to the floor, he pulled Hun back when he heard Yu Jin's words, and thought for a while, "It seems that I put it in Mr. Jiang's room during tidying up."

Yu Jin nodded, went upstairs and went straight to Jiang Mianchi's room, without any sense of privacy, directly opened his room with the key.

Or he wanted to visit his room a long time ago, but he never found a reason.

After Jiang Mianchi moved in, he didn't change the layout of the room, but there were a lot of his personal items on the bed, tables and chairs, and Yu Jin took a glance at them and remembered these things in his heart.

He accurately took the book he was looking for from the bookshelf, and just as he was about to leave, he saw a business card on Jiang Mianchi's bedside table. He picked it up, glanced at it, and then his face sank.

He strode downstairs, found the driver Xiao Li in the garage and asked him, "Where did Jiang Mianchi go today?"

Xiao Li shivered at the president's unhappy expression, and replied in a low voice, "xxxx clinic."

"..." Hearing these words, his face darkened even more, and he sneered, "You're quite courageous."

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