Rong Shen first met Antong in the CBD neighborhood of Xiangjiang City.

In late autumn, there was a bitter cold wind, and it started drizzling in a few minutes.

At the intersection, the Mercedes-Benz MPV business car parked on the left turn road. The man in the car, who was lazy and gentle, glanced at the street casually when he heard the sound of rain, saw an unforgettable scene.

It was the peak hours of get off work, passers-by were walking in a hurry, and the pace of returning home was urgent and fast.

The lights were on, and in the drizzle, a thin and thin figure stood near the line of the human-vehicle division, not knowing what he was thinking.

It is abrupt and eye-catching.

Some people were calling her, and some were whispering, but the other party seemed to be unmoved as if he could not hear it.

It was not until the traffic assistant stepped forward to pull her to the auxiliary road that the girl blinked her empty eyes and lowered her head and said something.

The dramatic scene briefly attracted Rong Shen's attention, but did not attract his excessive attention.

I think it might be just a way to meet a girl who was not going well, standing alone on the street to vent her emotions.

Rong Shen, who was twenty-seven years old, has long lost his compassionate heart after the precipitation of time.

...

At 8:30 at night, An Tong returned to the old house on Yunhai Road, wet.

The house is a bit dilapidated, and the outer wall has fallen off several pieces due to disrepair. Even the small yard, which is 20 square meters square, is covered with weeds.

An Tong opened the padlock of the old double-wood door, walked through the path in the courtyard and entered the house.

As soon as I took off my cold coat, a vibrating sound came from my phone.

It was a text message from the Mental Health Center reminding her to see the doctor on time tomorrow.

An Tong put down his cell phone and began to stare blankly unconsciously.

On her way off work in the evening, she knew that her symptoms had occurred again.

The chaotic feeling of consciousness leaving the body is not controlled at all, the eyes cannot focus, the movement is not easy, the whole body is numb and heavy, like a soulless puppet.

An Tong leaned against the sofa with some force, looking at the altar opposite and the black and white photos on the wall, feeling the illusion that he was abandoned by the whole world.

...

The next day, eight o'clock in the morning.

Xiangjiang Private Mental Health Center is a private hospital. The medical records will not be connected to public hospitals, and the privacy is excellent.

Following the prompts from the receptionist at the front desk, An Tong walked around the corridor to the reception room on the left.

She knocked on the door lightly, and when she heard the response inside, she pushed the door open and entered.

Unlike the warm-toned reception room when I visited the last time, the tones in this room are cold and gray and white.

An Tong glanced around slightly, and his eyes stopped by the window.

A tall and majestic figure stands in the autumn sunshine. The classic combination of white shirts and black trousers is both steady and stylish, and is also a common dress for psychotherapists.

The man was holding his cell phone, as if he was talking on the phone. The white shirt full of sunlight softened the outline and edges on his side, and his aura looked calm and restrained.

An Tong did not make any noise and stood by the wide table with the medical treatment sheet.

At this time, the man put away the phone and turned around in the backlight. Seeing An Tong, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes, "Is there anything wrong?"

The man's tone is low, with hoarse magnetism, and his slender body gradually comes, adding a sense of oppression to this "reception room".

An Tong raised his hand and handed out the medical treatment form, deliberately ignoring the man's seemingly restrained but unable to hide his courage, "Hello, I'll get the psychological assessment report."

As soon as he finished speaking, a rapid knock sounded outside the door. Cheng Feng, the subordinate, came in and said nervously: "Master Jiu, sorry, the front desk said she went wrong..."

Rong Shen glanced at Cheng Feng with a slight hug, raised his wrist slightly, "No problem, you go out first."

Cheng Feng looked at the man in a daze, and was silent for a few seconds, then turned mechanically and closed the door.

What happened? What is Jiu Ye doing?

The receptionist outside the door was still muttering in Cheng Feng's ear, "Brother Cheng, what's going on inside? I didn't mean it. I clearly asked her to go to the reception room on the left, but didn't ask her to go to the Jiu Ye's lounge."

Cheng Feng stood there expressionlessly, thinking to himself that he also wanted to know what was going on now.

...

Rong Shen never expected that he would see An Tong again so soon.

The scene in the evening of the street yesterday had not yet dissipated from his memory, and he easily recognized her.

At this time, An Tong was sitting opposite Rong Shen wearing a fisherman's hat. His clean and cold temperament was difficult to overlap with the desolate figure on the street.

The little girl looks young and in her early twenties. Although her eyes are clear, she is empty and unvigorous. Her delicate and beautiful cheeks also look dull and dull because of the lack of charm.

Rong Shen turned on the computer on the desk with great interest, logged into the health center system, and quickly retrieved An Tong's medical records and psychological assessment report.

Name: An Tong.

Age: Twenty-one.

Slightly disgusted with the world, avoidance personality, occasional serious emotional dissection, lack of compassion and empathy.

Psychological assessment results: Psychological counseling and intervention treatment are urgently needed.

Evaluator: Han Qi.

Seeing the end, Rong Shen turned the computer screen to An Tong, "Willing to receive guidance and treatment?"

An Tong glanced at the text report on the computer, then looked at the man in front of him, as if thinking about how to speak.

Rong Shen leaned slowly towards the back of the chair, and his innate graceful posture and every move described the unique calmness and indifference of mature men.

He had not waited for An Tong's answer for a long time. He raised his thick eyebrows slightly and his voice lowered a few degrees, "Is it willing or not?"

An Tong asked replies without answering, “How is the cost of tutoring treatment?”

"Three thousand once."

“Treatment cycle?”

"At least three months, and at most one year."

An Tong lowered his head, vaguely calculating something.

Rong Shen did not urge her to pick up the rosewood hand piece on the corner of the table and put it in her palm to play with it comfortably.

It can be seen that the little girl in front of her seemed to be short of money.

It’s curious. Why did Fang Dang Shaoling suffer from world-weariness and emotional dissection?

...

Half an hour later, An Tong left the health center early.

She said she wanted to go back and consider it and wrote down Rong Shen's phone number.

Shortly after An Tong left, Han Qi, the therapist who had performed a psychological assessment for her, came to the lounge after hearing the news.

"Jiu Master? Are you going to personally treat An Tong?"

Rong Shen stood up slowly, holding a steady and leisurely posture, and was elegant and profound.

Han Qi couldn't figure out his intentions and couldn't help but take a step forward, with a serious expression, "Jiu Master, I don't object to your treatment, but since the establishment of the Health Center, you have never contacted patients. Patients with such mental illnesses are often accompanied by uncertain factors. You can take the treatment rashly, if it is..."

The man's eyes were unhappy, but the thin lips were unpredictably smiling, "Tao, yet?"

?          ?A little story of plain healing.

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(End of this chapter)
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