My Little Mom is the Richest

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Ever since Mu Qiu came into contact with that strange patient, I felt that everything in this world was really wonderful, as if there was no right answer to anything.

Every time Mu Qiu, a patient came to him for consultation, and now this time it was a patient Mu Qiu took the initiative to contact.

"Hello!" Mu Qiu said with a polite smile.

This way of greeting has become a habit of Mu Qiu, and it has become a sequelae of Mu Qiu. No matter who he meets, he will suddenly say this.

Not only that, Mu Qiu also has a set sequence of conversations: the first step is to smile politely and habitually, and then sit down.

The second step is to pick up the recorder, gently press the record button, and then start the conversation.

The third step is to look at the other person and observe them carefully, and then slowly start a question-and-answer conversation.

After Mu Qiu said this greeting, he waited for a long time, but the patient did not look at Mu Qiu.

Through Mu Qiu's general observation, he found that the patient's face had the greenness of a little girl, which had not completely faded away.

Moreover, this patient's medical record stated that he was over 30 years old. Although he had the youthfulness of a little girl, he also had the charm and sexiness of a mature person, which slowly attracted Mu Qiu.

The most important thing is that this patient does not wear makeup, but Mu Qiu must also admit that this patient is beautiful and touching. Although Mu Qiu has seen many beautiful women, there are really not many like the patient in front of her. .

What Mu Qiu dared to believe was that if anyone looked directly at this patient, they would be electrocuted to death. The most important thing was that there was no distinction between men and women.

At first, Mu Qiu's eyes lit up when she saw this patient.

Mu Qiu looked at the patient who was sitting on a stool with his legs crossed, and his eyes were looking forward in confusion, appearing to be lifeless.

Although Mu Qiu was sitting in front of this patient, Mu Qiu knew that it was impossible for this patient to look at her. Football is not so narcissistic that it feels like this patient is looking at him.

But Mu Qiu wasn't sure whether he was really looking at her, but what she was sure of was that the patient's eyes were hollow and he was looking straight at her, motionless.

This made Mu Qiu feel that the patient might be in a meditative state. In this case, Mu Qiu had only one way - to wait.

Because there is really no other way but to wait.

While waiting, Mu Qiu had been observing the changes in the patient's demeanor.

After about 20 minutes, Mu Qiu looked at the patient, slowly came back to her senses and looked at herself.

"Hello!" Mu Qiu said hello to the patient in front of her again.

"Well, hello!" the patient responded politely.

"Are you Mr. Mu? When did you come here?" the patient continued to ask.

After listening to the questions raised by the patient, Mu Qiu was convinced that the patient was indeed meditating just now, and had reached a state of selflessness, and did not even notice that he had entered.

"Uh uh uh, it's been a while." Mu Qiu said awkwardly.

"Oh, that's it. Then why are you here?" The patient asked, seemingly forgetting the agreement between Mu Qiu and her.

"Oh, I told you over the phone to provide you with psychological counseling." Mu Qiu said truthfully.

"Sorry, I forgot." The patient touched his head and said with an embarrassed smile.

Mu Qiu really admired this patient for reaching such a state, and even began to wonder what the patient was thinking just now. . ,,.