Crazy Psychologist

"Hey." With a cry, the flowerpots were knocked together and jingled.

Fang Xiaomei opened her eyes. During the more than an hour she slept, she had a dream. She dreamed that her son Liu Xiaojun had become thinner and taller. He was wearing a bachelor's graduation uniform and walking towards her with high spirits.

She was very happy, thinking, you little guy, you didn't make your mother mad by reading some books when you were a child, now you have graduated from college well, haven't you?

Following Liu Xiaojun was a girl with long and shiny hair. Fang Xiaomei giggled happily.

"Xiaomei, Xiaomei."

Opening her eyes dimly, she saw the lights on in the living room. Fang Xiaomei suddenly got out of bed and walked to the living room.

"Eh? Mom, why are you on the balcony?"

"I fell. Xiaojun, Xiaojun him."

"Liu Dajun, Liu Xiaojun, one of you, please get up and help me lift mom up."

"Small army, big army."

"Xiaojun, I was just about to tell you that Xiaojun is not in the room."

"What?"

Fang Xiaomei rushed to the scene immediately. The group has been discussing the suicide of Ding Xiaoyun, a young girl from the Far North Branch for the past few days. She is still saying today that it is really troublesome to give birth to a daughter, but a boy is much better, and she will not take it to heart even if she curses a few times. , many parents said that this is the truth. Girls really want to be rich and should not put too much pressure on her.

Fang Xiaomei felt that although she was a bit strict on weekdays, she was not too cruel or chicken-blooded.

But when the old lady said that Xiaojun was not in the room, Fang Xiaomei's knees suddenly softened.

He looked down the balcony erroneously.

Then, the screams were accompanied by a lung-splitting roar of despair.

Fang Xiaomei collapsed on the balcony, with severe pain in her heart and no time to breathe.

Because the old lady is getting older, she is slower and calmer.

"What's wrong? Did Xiaojun fall?"

"Mom~~~~~~~"

Fang Xiaomei cried and shouted wildly, and people in the whole building and the building opposite heard her cries.

Those who heard the cry would often think of the sound in the early morning of November 8th for a long time afterwards.

When the ambulance arrived, Xiaojun was still breathing. At that time, he had been dying in the flower bed in late autumn for a full hour and 20 minutes.

Muchun looked at the patient's family members and just quietly sat down on the chair at the top of the row of chairs.

He didn't know what role psychotherapy could play in such a situation.

After the disaster that has occurred, apart from begging for a chance to make things right, what else is left.

He looked up at the gray wall panel above his head. Liu Xiaojun had been inside for nearly 7 hours.

During these seven hours, did this child in the third grade of junior high school think about his childhood dreams, the joy of childhood, and the pain of death that he could not bear?

The only one who didn't cry was the old lady. She silently recited the scriptures over and over again.

None of the relatives came to the hospital. The most likely reason is that neither Liu Dajun nor Fang Xiaomei notified any relatives at home.

At such times, no one can give them comfort.

When Chu Xiaofeng arrived, Liu Xiaojun had been transferred to the intensive care unit, and Lin Xiaomei's red and swollen eyes had a little bit of the light of a living person.

"Mu Chun, calm down."

Chu Xiaofeng grabbed Mu Chun's shoulder. Mu Chun was trembling. He didn't even know he was trembling. He didn't know that Chu Xiaofeng found him fainted on the chair five minutes ago.

"It's another suicide. If we don't intervene in this matter, humanity will be destroyed in its hands."

"Mu Chun, calm down. What are you talking about? Calm down. This is an individual case. We have never encountered it before, so you are so nervous."

Chu Xiaofeng tried to comfort Muchun, but Muchun couldn't listen at all. He mumbled a lot of words that Chu Xiaofeng couldn't understand, saying that suicide would become a global problem and that the suicide rate would get higher and higher.

Chu Xiaofeng took Mu Chun to the physician's lounge, gave him some hot water, and gave him two biscuits.

"Calm down, today is a difficult day for everyone. It's not your fault, Mu Chun, don't always be like this."

"No, there's no time, there's no time."

Muchun kept shaking his head and said, "You don't understand, you don't understand, you don't understand, the countdown has started, it has started."

Listening to Mu Chun's nonsense, Chu Xiaofeng thought he was going to fall into the same coma again, so he kept calling Mu Chun and shaking his body to keep him calm.

Finally, Chu Xiaofeng took out two bags of ice cubes from the refrigerator, tore them open at the same time, and poured them on Muchun's head.

"are you awake?"

"Teacher, what's wrong with me?"

"I don't know either. You were like this before you were unconscious last time. Have you forgotten?"

"I have no idea."

In front of Muchun's eyes, a picture that had not appeared for nearly a month appeared again. This time the picture was no longer blurry, but became clear, clear and sharp.

[Number of equipment: 1]

[Number of props: 2]

[Stamina value: 0.95]

[Intelligence value: 275]

[Talent: Unknown]

[System mission: Save 1000000000 people]

[Task progress: 9/1000000000 people]

[Task time: 3578 days]

"How can I save this?"

Muchun suddenly shouted.

Chu Xiaofeng just breathed a sigh of relief and quickly turned around to look at Muchun.

But Mu Chun smiled and shook his head, "It's okay, these biscuits are not delicious at all. Is Liu Xiaojun awake? Where are the other children?"

"Two of them were gone at that time, and there were two others. One was Liu Xiaojun who was lying upstairs, and the other was Zhao Pengfei who was sent to Sumikawa Hospital."

"Is it suicide?"

"how do you know?"

"I don't know, I just guessed. Don't ask me why, teacher, we have to do something, otherwise I'm worried."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm worried that if something isn't done, things won't be over and there will be new deaths."

The danger level of this event is equivalent to a spiritual plague.

"plague?"

Zhang Wenwen had just arrived at Jingyi Affiliated when he heard Mu Chun explaining such an incident to Chu Xiaofeng.