super psychiatrist

Chapter 79

Chen Nan rushed in with thick hands and feet, wrapped in the cold wind, followed by a prisoner—Meng Yanan.

She has a loud voice, if you don't look carefully from a distance, you will really mistake her for a pure man.

That's good too, in this place where the yin is flourishing and the yang is declining, besides Kang Fei, I can have a buddy to talk to me with.

"Captain Chen, here we come!" I greeted her with a smile.

She looked at me, hesitating to speak.

I looked at the back, besides Meng Yanan, there was another guard, so I knew it.

"Captain Chen, don't worry, I've been there." I offered to say.

She heaved a sigh of relief, nodded gratefully to me, and said calmly, "I found you a job today to help B33028. I have been finding fault with me recently, and I had a fight with You Lingfeng just now. Niandu Don't want to pass it?"

"Okay, Captain Chen, give her to me!" I nodded.

Chen Nan grinned at me, I guess she wanted to laugh, but it's a pity that she was so dark and so real, her smile was too scary.

Fortunately, there are no children here, otherwise they would be scared to cry.

"Well, I'm still busy there. I'll leave someone at the door for you. If you need something, you can say hello. Oh, by the way, I have plenty of time today. Treat her well." She turned and left.

I went to close the door and open the curtains all the way to let in more sunlight.He poured another cup of hot water for Meng Yanan and stuffed it into her hand.When I touched her hand, the icy cold temperature scared me.

Wow, this hand is as cold as a dead man's hand.

I pulled up a chair and sat under the window, motioning for her to sit down too.

During this period of time, back and forth, Meng Yanan and I have talked four or five times, and the strangeness has long since disappeared.

Although she still hasn't opened her heart to me, judging from some of her micro-expressions, at least she no longer regards me as an enemy.

"It's Chinese New Year." I said, "I remember when I was a child, my grandparents always said that the New Year is sad. Every year, there are old people in the village who can't survive the winter and die when the New Year is approaching. The old people are like this, and people seem to feel the same way! When I grow up, I don’t have the longing for Nian that I had when I was a child.”

I was talking purely to myself and she ignored me.But this does not prevent me from interpreting her - the loose facial muscles, the raised eyebrows, the vertical lines between the two eyebrows...

All this symbolized one thing—she was in a state of grief.

What was it that made her so sad, yet so desperately contained?

I also kept a copy of her profile. This woman from an impoverished mountain village has been the little daughter her parents hated since she was a child, and she has a younger brother who has cut off contact with her family long ago.

I think, for her, family members should be alien creatures, right?

Sadness, certainly not from the family.So why?Wang Bei?

Now when I think of Wang Bei, I feel very sad.The girl who I almost thought I had successfully unraveled ended her life in prison.The remaining old father and mother are lonely and weeping in the world.

Forget it, if you help others to see a doctor, you have to concentrate, otherwise it will appear that I am too unprofessional.Taking a deep breath quietly, suppressing the slight sadness, I continued to look at Meng Yanan.

Her eyelids trembled slightly, as if she was nervous, and the corners of her mouth were curled down, was she missing someone in her heart?

I almost tried my best to apply all I had learned in my life to her.In fact, I was still a little uneasy in my heart, not knowing whether my analysis was correct.

I want to open the door of Meng Yanan's heart, but I don't want the child to be caught by a wolf.

"Later, my mother passed away." I said, "When she died, my sister and I were young..."

Her lower eyelids trembled suddenly, and I could see them very clearly.

"You don't have a mother?" she finally said, but she still didn't look at me, looking down at the glass.

"Yeah." I nodded, with strong sadness welling up in my heart.

This sadness is not staged, it is a son's deep thoughts of his dead mother.

"How old?" she asked.

"Ten years old." I replied.

"Do you still remember the scene that day?" It was as if she was the psychiatrist and I was her patient.

My eyes are a little wet, how can I not remember?The sea will dry up, and the stone will rot. I will never forget that day.

"I remember." I was silent for a few seconds, and after thinking about it, I decided to answer her, "She was lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by the smell of disinfectant. All relatives were outside the door, and she only let me and my sister in." .I am on the left side of the hospital bed, and my sister is on the right side of the hospital bed. My mother struggles to look at me from the left and my sister from the right.”

As I spoke, my eyes became moist, and the tears could not stop falling.

But I don't think there is anything to be ashamed of at all. It's not a sin for a man to cry.

"And then?" Her tone was very indifferent.

It might sound annoying at first.It seemed like she was making fun of my sadness, my past, but I could see right away that it was just a disguise.

"She is paraplegic on the bed and can't even move a finger!" I wiped away my tears, sighed, and tried to look relaxed, "So even though she wanted to touch my sister's face and hands, she couldn't do anything. Even we They grabbed her arm, and she didn't feel it. But she saw it, she kept crying, her face turned purple, she was in great pain, but she refused to die."

"I said to her, Mom, don't worry, I will be fine, and I will take good care of my sister." I recalled, as if I made a serious promise to my mother again, "We will grow up safely and go to college. There will be a good job, and you won’t have to face the loess and turn your back to the sky in the future..."

"Tch." She snorted.

I'm not surprised at all. For her, mother is an unfamiliar Chinese character, which has no emotional meaning at all.

"After that, she closed her eyes and left this world."

I said it very easily, but in fact that day lasted at least two hours, and our brother and sister stayed with my mother until midnight.

This is tantamount to uncovering my scars, and my heart is bleeding.

As a psychiatrist, I can only bandage my wounds alone.

"Really? I never knew that a child's affection for his mother would be so deep." She took a sip of water.

I smiled: "Of course, blood relationship is natural, and we can't stop giving up."

"Oh." Her face was full of sadness again, the corners of her mouth curled down even more, and nasolabial folds appeared.

Meng Yanan is not very beautiful, and he has already passed the age of shuilingling.After many years, if she is released, it will be very difficult for her to survive in the outside world.

Was she mourning her fate?No, not like.

I spy on her secretly, not letting go of every expression and every line on her face.

Her eyes are like dry wells, without emotion, except when she is mocking me.

But I'm not mad because she's really pathetic.

"Really?" She paused and answered me.

"Well, you have a chance to be a mother in the future..." I said tentatively.

This topic is one of my immature treatment plans, I don't know if it will be successful.

"Shut up!" She suddenly yelled like crazy, drawing the attention of the guards outside the door, rushing in and knocking on the iron chair with a rubber stick.

"Be honest!" The guard's voice was sharper.