Expert Bai, can you be happy every day? A reporter asked.

Bai Ya smiled, of course not. She would be upset because she didn’t bring an umbrella on a rainy day, and would be under great pressure because she was not understood by the patient’s family. When she caught a cold, she would feel pain, and she would be angry when she was suddenly deceived. She would be even more upset because she had no food to eat, and would be melancholy because the person I liked did not like me. Many emotional changes would occur in the day, but effective control and adjustment can make you happy quickly, so you don’t have to worry about things that cannot be solved.

What if it is something that cannot be solved?

I asked well. If it is something that cannot be solved and can't be solved by trying every means, then giving up is another good way. As long as you are willing to give up, you will definitely get it. Bai Ya said calmly.

What if it must be solved? The reporter asked again.

It can no longer be solved. If you still have to focus on it, the first person who needs to solve the problem is the person who needs to solve the problem. Moreover, if you cannot get it, you will think of it, but you will not be able to solve the difficulties later. You will be pessimistic and even despair.

Then can I understand it as escaping? The reporter asked again without hesitation.

In my eyes, it is adaptability. If you consider it as an escape, or do not agree with my thoughts and concerns, I can only say that don’t be serious about unhappiness. It is a trivial matter, and you don’t have to waste your energy and time on mutual recognition. The one who is unhappy is yourself. I would rather use this time to do things that please me. Bai Ya replied.

There was a thunderous applause from the audience.

Bai Ya smiled and nodded.

Thanks to Bai Ya, an authoritative expert in psychology, for his personal guidance. The host said enthusiastically, and then invited a brain expert.

As an hour, all the experts in the circle made a speech and left a phone number.

Bai Ya came out of the venue and walked over to four plainclothes policemen. Hello, Miss Bai, do you still know me? I am George. I have worked together in a case before.

Bai Ya knows him, hello, are you asking me for something?

There is a patient named Michelle in your client. George asked.

Bai Ya nodded. It has been three months since I last met her. What's wrong with her?

Can we talk to another place? George said friendly.

good.

Bai Ya and her assistant followed George and other policemen to a cafe not far away.

Michelle committed suicide this morning, but it was very strange when she committed suicide. Can you tell me about her condition in detail? George asked.

Suicide? Bai Ya was shocked, don't be possible.

Why do you think it is impossible? George asked.

The reason for her depression was because of the death of her son. She felt that she possessed a very important reason. She was not optimistic about it, which led to her being kidnapped and tore up her votes. Every night after that, she had nightmares, long-term self-blame, guilt, and insomnia, which made her suffer from depression. She has been seeing a doctor for the past two years, from the beginning every day, to the next week, and then to the next month.

This shows that her condition has improved, right? George asked.

Of course, I could feel her mental state. Three months ago, she came to me for the last time and was in a good mood. She said she was three months pregnant and she must take good care of her baby this time so that she would not let the baby have any trouble. So, she actually committed suicide. I was a little confused, unless there was a major change in her life that deprived her of hope. Bai Ya frowned.

George looked at each other and said to Bai Ya that she committed suicide in a secret room, broke her stomach, died of excessive blood loss, and sent her husband a suicide note of death, but she wrote on her Facebook that I won't die, I will watch you die well, we suspect she was murdered.

But his husband said she often classified another personality, which made them feel scared, and this was also written in his suicide note.

Can I read the suicide note? Bai Ya said.

OK. George handed Bai Ya the phone.

Bai Ya looked at Michelle's suicide note inside George and said directly: This suicide note is forged.

George was shocked, why do you feel so?

Inside, she said, "I know I'm sick. My husband is afraid of hurting me and refuses to tell me anything. I clearly saw me stabbing him with a knife. I think I was possessed by a ghost and I can't hurt the person who loves me, so I decided to end my life."

What you suspect is that when the split is split, the parties involved will not know, so there are loopholes? But she also wrote about this on Facebook. George said.

Then she should be creating the illusion that she is a mentally ill person. Her goal is her husband. You should have a good talk with his husband. Bai Ya suggested.

I got it, thank you Miss Bai. George said.

No thanks. Bai Ya said politely, drinking the coffee in the cup.

George and the others left first.

Bai Ya was still drinking coffee leisurely and listening to beautiful music.

Sister Bai Ya, don’t you interfere in this case? The assistant asked.

Of course not, the obvious murderer, the method of committing the crime is just a small case. They can solve it themselves and cannot cause a sensational effect. There is no need.

Sister Bai Ya, you are so amazing, you are so keen. If you don’t run a psychological clinic, we will open a private detective center, and the business will definitely be super good. The assistant praised.

If you have a specialized career, be content and always be happy. Bai Ya said with a smile.

Sister Bai Ya, you didn’t arrange a patient for you in the afternoon. Did you still go to the clinic in the afternoon?

Bai Ya leaned on the sofa and was free for half a day of her life. I won’t go anymore, so I just lie here and listen to music. It’s great, you go back.

Oh, Sister Bai Ya, I'll go back first, I'll have a patient in the afternoon.

Well, Bai Ya responded lazily, closed her eyes, and fell asleep unknowingly.

In her sleep, it seemed that someone had covered her with a blanket.

She could feel the gentleness of that person, as if she was a little familiar.

Bai Ya was sleeping in a daze, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at a man with short hair against the light.

The light was a little dazzling. She closed her eyes and didn't care. She woke up after a sleep, covered her body with a blanket, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

When I was asleep, I was covered with a quilt by a stranger. I still felt quite warm. If I don’t wake up from my dream, I could still encounter a romantic love.

She got up, went to the bathroom to wash her face, and the coffee was already cold.

She looked at the time and it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. She slept this time and it seemed to be quite long.

She pressed the caller.

The waiter walked forward with a smile.

Please check out. Bai Ya said.
Chapter completed!