Reincarnated as a god of reasoning

Ji Yuanqing looked at the weather outside, fortunately, today is considered mild.

She will never go to the bus alone again!

She is now on guard!

"After graduating from high school, I must go to get my driver's license."

I booked a car online and arrived at the hospital smoothly.

The appointment was at 2 pm, now it is 1:46, and there will be a while, Ji Yuanqing is sitting on a chair outside the door and waiting.

There are not many people waiting here, at least, there are fewer people than in the previous life.

There are really many young people who saw a psychiatrist in the previous life, and there are also many students, including Ji Yuanqing who is also a student.

There are not so many people in this world. Although there are still many people who have more or less psychological problems, they are indeed better than the previous life.

Perhaps because the world no longer shy away from mental illness?

After thinking about it for a while, it was her turn.

Ji Yuanqing opened the door and walked in. There was only a doctor inside, and the last patient had already left.

Having to talk face to face with someone alone, even if this person is a doctor who is already a little familiar, Ji Yuanqing still inevitably feels nervous.

She didn't dare to look directly at the doctor's face, and sat on the sofa aside with restraint.

The doctor is a big sister who looks between maturity and youth, but Ji Yuanqing knows that the other party is married and has a child, and she may be older than she thinks.

"Why are you still so nervous after meeting so many times?"

The doctor's tone was very gentle, with a bit of proficiency, which made Ji Yuanqing feel better, at least, he was not facing a stranger.

She smiled nervously. She knew that she should be calm and at least answer the doctor's questions, but... she couldn't.

It was as if something was stuck in her throat, preventing her from making a sound.

The fragile and beautiful girl was sitting on the side, and she could easily see her nervousness from her restless fingers. Even if she was facing her, those beautiful eyes would never fall on her face, she was slightly pale A perfunctory, but still beautiful smile appeared on his lips at this moment.

The doctor on the side sighed a little, no matter how many times she met, she couldn't help being amazed by the girl's appearance.

She is too beautiful, perhaps because of her illness, this beauty is tainted with some morbidity, but it does not weaken this beauty, but adds a thrilling beauty, which makes people want to protect and want to The feeling of destruction.

The doctor didn't know whether this was good or bad, because there were so many problems with this girl, and the doctor even suspected that she could not protect herself in some extreme situations.

No, let alone self-protection, she couldn't even react as a normal person should.

"How are you feeling lately?"

The doctor asked.

"...Um?"

Ji Yuanqing made a confused nasal sound as if he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and his eyes fell on the doctor's face for the first time, but it was only for a while, and then he moved away immediately.

"How's your mood this week? Can you feel happy?"

The doctor continued to ask patiently.

Ji Yuanqing nodded, she really felt happy while writing the book.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

whats the matter...

This made Ji Yuanqing a little hard to say, should he tell the doctor that he is writing a novel?

Speaking of doctors, will they feel that they are not doing their job properly?

But this is a little private matter...

But the other party is a psychiatrist, should I be more honest?

Ji Yuanqing fell into a tangle.

The doctor saw her struggle, and said in a gentle and intimate tone: "You can tell me anything, of course, I'm not forcing you, I just want to share with you, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it .”

Like a kind of gentle guidance, Ji Yuanqing's fingers curled up nervously, her toes hidden in the shoes moved, and she still tremblingly said: "Yes...write a novel."

The girl said these words tremblingly, and there was some tension in her weak voice that was not hard to hear.

Pointless, talking to people face-to-face made her nervous.

"Huh? Is Yuan Qing writing a novel recently? It's amazing. I also thought about writing a novel when I was studying."

The doctor's reaction made the girl breathe a sigh of relief.

"So is it fun to write novels?"

"Ah."

Ji Yuanqing answered in the affirmative.

The doctor's conversational skills are very high, or in other words, he is very good at taking care of Ji Yuanqing's psychological condition. Using the novel as an introduction, the two talked for nearly 10 minutes without knowing it.

Although almost most of the time Ji Yuanqing's eyes did not fall on the doctor, he either looked at the table, or at the floor, or at some objects on the table.

At the very least, not making eye contact will ease her nervousness.

Although she knew that she should be polite and look at the other person during the conversation, it was... a bit difficult.

Ji Yuanqing also became slightly relaxed from the original tension, which can be seen from her no longer tense shoulders.

The doctor was a little surprised to find that the other party's condition was much better.

The social barriers are still a bit serious, but the depression is one heaven and one hell compared to before.

She asked Ji Yuanqing some more questions.

"Will Yuan Qing suddenly cry again recently?"

"...there is none left."

"What about insomnia?"

"I slept well after taking the medicine."

"Aside from novels, is there anything else that makes Yuan Qing happy?"

"..."

This question made Ji Yuanqing a little confused. She thought for a long time, trying to find something to make herself happy. Finally, she looked at the doctor with confused, confused, and powerless eyes, and shook her head.

This question seemed to make the girl nervous again, the originally relaxed fingers were entangled again, and the slender fingers curled up on the girl's thigh tightly intertwined.

"Well, it's already a very big improvement."

The doctor said with an affirmative and encouraging tone.

"At least, Yuan Qing has found something he likes, hasn't he?"

"This is better than most of my peers."

It's a bit like coaxing a child, but Ji Yuanqing found himself very useful at this time.

She even had a hint of pride, feeling that she was indeed very powerful.

So a shallow, slightly delicate smile appeared on her face.

In an instant, the doctor felt like a delicate, beautiful but fragile porcelain doll in front of her, and she even relaxed a lot in breathing.

A psychological consultation is only 10 minutes.

Five or ten minutes later, Ji Yuanqing left the hospital, and she couldn't help sighing on the way back.

"The psychiatrist is amazing."

The other party explained a lot of problems that he didn't notice, Ji Yuanqing didn't feel offended by this, she went to see a doctor.

What made her most happy was that the doctor said that she would not have to go every week, and the medicine relieved a lot.

Of course, referring to depression.

Her social anxiety disorder is still present and seems to be getting worse.

sad...

Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Next Book

After returning home, Ji Yuanqing put away the medicine in his hands, then turned around and lay down on the sofa.

"Ah...so tired..."

"Today's Yuanqing also..."

Ji Yuanqing rubbed his face against the pillow, and closed his eyes feebly, he was too tired to go out.

"What should I do when school starts..."

Fortunately, the original owner was somewhat autistic, and she didn't have many friends at school, so she didn't have to worry about social issues.

Just keep being selfish.

But after school starts, there will definitely be situations where you need to socialize with people, which is a bit troublesome.

"It doesn't matter, the car has its own way to the front of the mountain!"

After lying down for a while, Ji Yuanqing picked up his mobile phone to talk to the editor about the next book.

Yuan Qing: Is the editor here?

Mu Dong: What's wrong?

Yuan Qing: I want to discuss with the editor about my next book.

Luo Wendong in front of the computer was a little surprised, "The Seventh Reader" has just finished, is Yuan Qing already planning the next one?

Mystery novels are different from fantasy or romance, and authors often take a long time to publish one.

Mu Dong: What do you think?

He thought Yuan Qing was just a rudimentary idea, so he came to discuss with him, but unexpectedly...

Yuan Qing: I have already conceived the next book, and it will be finished in about ten days. I want to publish it all at once, is that okay?

what...?

Already have an idea?

Can it be finished in about ten days?

Send out all at once?

Luo Wendong thought he could understand these sentences individually, but when put together...

Mu Dong: Are you serious?

Yuan Qing:?

Yuan Qing: Of course.

Mu Dong: Can you tell me what the new book is like?

Yuan Qing: The second book in the series of psychological crimes, "The Seventh Reader" is the first book.

Yuan Qing: This book is called "Portrait".

Mu Dong: Can the quality be guaranteed?

Yuan Qing: Of course, I can show the editor first after I finish writing.

Mu Dong: Are you sure?

Yuan Qing: What is there to lie to you?

Yuan Qing's words made Mu Dong a little excited.

There is no doubt that he likes "The Seventh Reader" very much, but the reason why he recommends this book is not because he likes it, he is an editor first, and a reader second, and he recommends it because the book is worth reading. .

Now that Yuan Qing told him that he was about to finish writing the second book, how could he not be excited.

He even wished he could read the second book now.