The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Yang Shao looked down at the paper in his hand and smiled slightly: "If there is really no trouble, why do you want to be relieved?"

Xia Beiqin took the paper back and continued to write.

——I am disabled, unable to walk, unable to say, is death not liberation?

Yang Shao adjusted his posture and looked at Xia Beiqin, righteously saying: "There are many people like you in the world. Some of them can't speak, some can't see the light, some have lost their legs or hands, and even some situations More serious than you, but they are still alive and strong.

In fact, there are still many beautiful and meaningful things in this world. Even if we encounter difficulties, we have to face them bravely, right? "

His whole set of positive statements did not make Xia Beiqin much moved. He wrote on the paper and asked Yang Shao back.

——What would you do if you were like me, with crippled legs and hoarse throat.

Yang Shao answered his questions seriously.

"No one can save me, I will save myself, in the hardship, find another good, for example, try food, watch a movie, write a book, or other meaningful things."

Xia Beiqin raised his lips and nodded.

——Okay, then please interrupt your leg now, make your throat dumb, and become a disabled person, and then do it to me like you said.

Yang Shao's expression froze.

Xia Beiqing continued to write on the paper and fluttered to Yang Shao.

——You are healthy. Of course you can say so easily. When you become like me, are you really sure that you can do what you said? Have you ever experienced a breakdown? Do you know what it feels like when the sky is falling down?

Looking at the words and sentences on the paper and the questions that touched the soul, Yang Shao fell into silence.

This time I talked and broke up.

At the end, Yang Shao gave Xia Beiqin a blank notebook.

"If you have any worries or confusion, it's not like talking to others, don't hold it in your heart, just write it in this notebook."

Xia Beiqin took the notebook, flipped through it at random, took up the pen, and wrote on the paper.

——Please don't tell Teacher Shen about the notebook.

Yang Shao nodded: "Of course, it is my duty to protect the privacy of patients."

Xia Beiqing seemed to have heard the word patient, and Xia Beiqing evoked a slightly mocking smile.

At the end of the conversation, Yang Shao left the room, sitting in the living room anxiously, Shen Zhiyu, immediately stood up, walked in front of Yang Shao, and couldn't wait to ask: "How is it?"

Yang Shao's expression was not very good, and he shook his head and said: "It is preliminarily determined that he has a tendency to depression."

"Depression?!" Shen Zhiyu's eyes widened in shock: "Why... how could this happen!"

He has taken care of Beiqin for so long and never thought that he would... suffer from depression.

He has only seen how negative depression is from books or television, and his desire for death is far greater than living.

"What should I do now?" Shen Zhiyu asked anxiously.

Yang Shao said: "First give him psychological adjustment, and if it is more serious, he will be treated with medication."

"What about me, what can I do?"

"Try to show him some beautiful things. His current situation is that he can't find the motivation to live. To him, living is a boring and tormenting thing. If it can help him find the meaning of living, then It's better."