Crazy Psychologist

Worried that her expression would not make Hong Ling understand what was going on, Muchun made an M sign on the table. After finishing the drawing, he said to Hong Ling, "This is where the third stroke is. Here, there are actually two They all had the same blueberry flavor. I was confused at the time, how could they be arranged like this?

So I chose a new letter, this time for simplicity, I chose a C, and then, when I ate more than a dozen, something was wrong again, two identical chocolate flavors were lined up together."

Hong Ling couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

Is this doctor also sick?

"So, what's going on with you? Six is ​​a lot cuter."

"I am."

Hong Ling actually wanted to say that her situation was somewhat similar to Dr. Mu's, and she had to eat six of them due to various reasons.

She couldn't eat too much cold food. She ate six ice creams after dinner that day, and finally suffered from vomiting and diarrhea in the middle of the night. She was sent to the hospital in the emergency room and was diagnosed with acute gastroenteritis. Just when he wanted to speak, he felt that he shouldn't say it because gastroenteritis didn't seem to be a good thing. Hong Ling felt vaguely uneasy. Once he said such words, something bad would happen.

No, she couldn't say.

"Because I have to eat?"

Seeing that Hong Ling didn't speak, Muchun asked.

"Yeah, that's right."

"Do you feel that way? You obviously don't want to eat it anymore, you don't want to eat that thing at all, but you have to eat it. It seems that if you don't eat it, something terrible will happen. Or you don't actually have to eat another ice cream. You don’t want to do it, you want to say no but you can’t.”

After Mu Chun finished speaking, Hong Ling was dumbfounded. She felt that she had hidden it very well. Speaking of it, it seemed that those annoying thoughts had not appeared since she entered the hospital. This morning was much better than usual. Why? In other words, when those annoying thoughts did not appear, even if Hong Ling wanted them to appear subjectively, they would not appear.

Just like now, when I was listening to this doctor talking endlessly, my mind was thinking about how to answer him, or listening to his equally weird things. During that time just now, I had no strange thoughts at all.

Tell me something more.

Hong Ling thought in his heart.

This silence is so scary.

Ask me some more questions, anything.

"Have you ever forced yourself to do anything?" Muchun asked casually, as if asking Hong Ling if he wanted to drink milk.

"I probably have some," Hong Ling replied biting his lip.

"Can you tell me what happened? Or under what circumstances it happened?"

When asked, Hong Ling shook her head. She didn't want to say it. Those things were too embarrassing. She was not prepared. She couldn't say it. She couldn't say it. What if she said it and was laughed at.

Before he spoke or laughed, Hong Ling's face turned red.

"I have met many patients like you. For example, he forces himself to walk to school every day, but he can obviously take the bus, which can save half an hour. For example, every time he sees a bus whose license plate ends with an odd number, You must take even-numbered buses; for another example, I have patients who have to wash their hands many, many times every day; there is a female patient who must apply 5 colors of lipstick when she goes out; and another patient, He was counting numbers when he was eating, eating 7 pieces of rice at a time, 7 pieces of green beans at a time, and 7 pieces of corn at a time. If there was braised pork for that meal, he would definitely eat 7 pieces."

After hearing what Muchun said, Hong Ling was not surprised at all. Her expression was still stiff. She was obviously in her second year of high school, but she looked like a beautiful girl no matter how she looked. She was wearing a hooded white croissant coat. She was both pure and beautiful. It's a pity that there is unspeakable fear in her clear eyes, and there are deep dark circles hanging around the edges of her eye sockets, which are far less deep than a girl of this age should have; these dark circles bear the traces of years of suffering, like the moonlight at night. No matter how bright it is, when looking through a telescope, the crater above still contains a deep uneasiness, and the secret of loneliness is carved on the originally bright face.

As a sophomore in high school, what kind of secrets can a girl hide that is difficult to tell others?

Muchun is not a person who is interested in secrets, but this girl's secret has become a torture to her, not only torture, but may even make her life unable to function normally.

Comparing life to a machine is a bit too cold, but the reality is that life cannot stand still. The sun will definitely rise, the stars will shine with their light, and no matter whether you are happy today or not, everything will still be alive and well.

Hong Ling's machine was stuck, or rusty, and she felt uncomfortable. She didn't know how to say she felt uncomfortable. She might have struggled and tried hard, but she had no choice.

But this girl is sitting there now, on that wooden chair. She came to the Garden Bridge Community Health Center. She knows very well that this is the fifth floor. There is a clean sign hanging outside the outpatient room - Body and Mind. division.

She must be here to talk, she wants to be understood, and she wants to know that her situation is not impossible to change.

"I don't have what the doctor said."

After speaking, Hong Ling lowered her head so low that Muchun could only see her greasy hair, the small red dots hidden in her hair, and the scratches less than one centimeter, some of which were scabbed, and some of which looked like These are freshly formed wounds, and there are a lot of white dandruff stuck between these wounds and the hair. People with intensive phobia will definitely feel uncomfortable when they see them.

Muchun seemed not to notice this at all.

But Chu Sisi felt that something was getting more and more wrong. She didn't know whether Hong Ling had any of the problems Dr. Muchun just mentioned, but weren't these problems she was familiar with?

Is Dr. Muchun suspecting that this girl has the same disease as she did in high school?

Chu Sisi's heartbeat became faster and faster, and she even wanted to ask the girl if she didn't admit it on purpose. If they had these problems, they could communicate, and she would be willing to help.

But Hong Ling stood up. She didn't want to say anything, she wanted to escape, she wanted to go home.

"I'm sorry, I don't have what the doctor said. I'm going home first. Come back next time. Come back next time."

Hong Ling didn't look up. She could have stood up and left, but her medical insurance card and medical record card were still in Muchun's hand, so she had to find a way to get the doctor to give her these two things before she could leave.

Just when Hong Ling was so panicked that she didn't know what to do, her medical insurance card appeared under her eyes.

"Go back first, don't be afraid, there can be a way." After speaking, Mu Chun stood up and said as if he was afraid of Hong Ling's embarrassment, "I have a meeting soon, how about you come back on Wednesday or Thursday?"

Hong Ling nodded and said "ok" inaudibly.