Crazy Psychologist

"I am Deng Lin's mother. The police determined that my daughter committed suicide, but I don't think this is right." After briefly introducing herself, Deng Lin's mother revealed her purpose.

"I don't know what to call you?" Although the guest was very fierce, when he heard that it was Deng Lin's mother, Jia Tian also sympathized with Deng Lin's situation, so he said gently: "Don't worry, let's talk slowly."

"Zhao Xue." Deng Lin's mother replied.

"Okay, Ms. Zhao, can you tell me slowly that everything Dr. Muchun and I know has been explained clearly to the police. If there is anything unclear, logically it should be between the police and our hospital. While having further communication, why did you come to our hospital in person?"

Dean Jia's words were simple, clear and very polite. After he finished speaking, he glanced at Mu Chun, who nodded quickly to express his complete agreement with what the dean said.

"We have already told the police here." Mu Chun followed in order to emphasize that what Dean Jia said was right.

"No, that's not true at all. The police got it all wrong, or they didn't intend to investigate the matter properly. How could this be a suicide?"

Zhao Xue slammed the table angrily. Because she was so excited, she could clearly hear the chatter of her teeth. They were like some unpopular students forcing their way into a group of well-connected classmates, who were clearly not treated well. Even though I don’t see him, I still try my best to gain a sense of existence that is not accepted by others.

"But something like slitting your wrists is so obvious that it's unlikely to be a mistake."

Dean Jia and Muchun broke into dormitory 212 at the same time, and they both saw Deng Lin slit her wrist at the first sight.

How could murder involve slitting the wrists?

Although Deng Lin is a medical student, she may not have much experience in using a scalpel, or may not have it at all, so there are many fresh wounds on her wrist, but none of them have cut the most important part.

There was a lot of blood, but it was not life-threatening.

Judging from the wounds, it looked like suicide.

The knife held in the left hand cuts the wrist of the right hand. Unless you are left-handed, it is indeed not easy to hit with one knife.

"I won't believe that my daughter committed suicide, so I want to ask the two doctors, what on earth did you see?" Zhao Xue's attitude was slightly more relaxed. After all, she was asking for help, and it was too arrogant for her to be so arrogant. Nothing good will come of it.

Dean Jia's words were flawless. He neither made any inferences about suicide from Deng Lin's wounds from a doctor's perspective, nor did he say that Zhao Xue's mother's ideas were completely nonsense.

Muchun listened to Dean Jia talking in circles, but it seemed that he said a lot, but not one important word.

‘This is really the art of language. ’ Muchun couldn’t help but think.

Zhao Xue seemed to be confused by Dean Jia's words for a few minutes, but she didn't know which word touched her nerves. Suddenly, Zhao Xue was just like when she first entered the office, repeating, "No matter you No matter what, I am convinced that it is absolutely impossible for my daughter to commit suicide."

Seeing that Zhao Xue could not be persuaded, Dean Jia gave the order: "Doctor Mu, please explain."

'What? ’ Muchun shouted in his heart.

Zhao Xue was not stupid. She listened carefully to Dean Jia's words at first, but she soon realized that even if she heard these words at night, even if they were all recorded, nothing useful would come out.

So Zhao Xue decided to turn his attention to Muchun. She turned around and stared at him with miserable and stern eyes. What Mu Chun saw in her eyes was "Don't try to change her mind no matter what."

Muchun took a deep breath and asked, "Ms. Zhao Xue, do you know about your daughter's situation at school?"

Zhao Xue froze in her seat, as if time in the office suddenly stopped for a few seconds. Then Zhao Xue angrily scolded Muchun, "What are you talking about? I'm here to ask you what on earth you saw in the dormitory the day before yesterday, and who am I?" It doesn’t matter what my daughter’s situation at school is, one of them will just say useless things, and the other will just change the subject. Is this what you doctors do?”

Facing Zhao Xue, who was losing control of his emotions and speaking indiscriminately, Muchun simply turned around, walked a few steps, and sat down on the sofa.

"What kind of attitude do you have?" Zhao Xue was extremely dissatisfied with Muchun's behavior, so she asked.

"I think we can have a good talk, but now is not the time. When can you calm down? Maybe I can tell you something that may be useful to you." Mu Chun's tone was not strong, and it could even be said that his words were expressed in It was said in a very gentle manner.

Zhao Xue stood up angrily, sat back down, took several deep breaths, and then Dean Jia promptly brought her a glass of warm water.

"Drink some water first, and talk about anything you have to say." Dean Jia said.

"The police won't be so quick to conclude that it's suicide. I'm more concerned about Deng Lin's current situation." Muchun added.

"Of course my daughter's condition is not good. How can she be okay if she is murdered?" Zhao Xue was furious again like a lion whose tail had been stepped on.

"When did she wake up?" Mu Chun seemed not to notice Zhao Xue's anger and continued to ask.

"She woke up at four or five o'clock that afternoon. After waking up, she ate a little porridge and said she wanted to sleep." When Zhao Xue talked about her daughter, she was still angry.

"Did you sleep all the time yesterday? Are you still sleeping now?" Mu Chun asked two questions in a row.

Hearing Muchun's question, Zhao Xue's eyes twitched and she thought to herself, 'How does this doctor know? Did they know each other from the doctors at Sumikawa Hospital? This is not impossible. Doctors and I might have a good chat about our daughter after dinner. ’

"Has she been sleeping all this time and unwilling to talk when she wakes up?" Without waiting for Zhao Xue's answer, Muchun continued to ask the third question.

Then Muchun asked a fourth question, "Is she unwilling to talk to you?"

Zhao Xuegang wanted to deny Muchun's words, because this sentence seemed to be a question, but in fact it seemed to mean that Deng Lin was unwilling to talk to her, which Zhao Xue would not admit.

Zhao Xue said stubbornly, "There is no problem between me and my daughter."

"So, did she talk about her injury after she woke up?" Muchun asked the fifth question.

Zhao Xue still didn't know how to answer. Now her mind was still stuck on Mu Chun's first three questions, and Mu Chun had already asked the fifth.

The sixth issue is already on the way.

"Did your daughter take the initiative to talk after she woke up?"

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