When Wu Yu and Liu Qili returned to the dormitory, all the people who had studied in self-study class also came back.
Peng Yan was rinsing her mouth and getting ready to go to bed. When she saw two people coming in, she asked vaguely with a mouthful of white foam in her mouth, "Is Qin Xiaoman feeling better?"
Liu Qili finally found someone to confide in her complaints about the disagreement with Wu Yu along the way. She couldn't wait to answer first, "It's getting better, but she still has a low fever. Her boyfriend is there to accompany her..."
As he spoke, he did not forget to feel distressed, "My President Gu... didn't you see the look in his eyes when he walked out of the ward? Damn this couple of bitches, they completely ignored my President Gu! Oh, I feel so distressed."
I am..."
"You are a bitch," Wu Yu had no choice but to continue the topic that had been debated countless times along the way, "Is Yan Zisong the real deal? Everything always comes first and ends first?!"
"Huh!" Liang Yining, who had been sitting silently reading a book, suddenly sneered, attracting everyone's attention, "If she hadn't shown mercy at all times, how could this have happened!"
There was a trace of ridicule on the corner of his mouth, "How can we people understand the methods of these blue-chip stock men?"
Qin Xiaochen, who lives in the upper bunk of Liang Yining, also poked his head out of his bed and echoed, "Yes, he is of high rank, either heir to the consortium or the mayor's son..."
Liu Qili and Peng Yan stuck out their tongues and looked at each other, each half interested in finding their own things to do. Wu Yu originally wanted to just turn around and ignore it, but after hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but say,
"If I had a man like this chasing me, I would try even harder to keep him;"
He glanced sideways at Liang Yining and said, "Don't talk about chasing me, even if you just look at me, I will rush forward. It's a pity, I don't have such good conditions! I'm really worried about it... haha"
After saying that, he picked up his washbasin angrily and walked towards the water room.
One of the men known as blue chip stocks was driving slowly on the busy street.
Looking up, not far away, the big signboard of "Qiu Shijie Psychological Clinic" stands conspicuously in the most expensive CBD area in the city.
"Mr. Yan, you are so punctual!" The enthusiastic receptionist came out from behind the front desk and said, "Dr. Qiu is already waiting for you inside."
There are no other patients in the clinic. This foreign-funded private clinic always provides appointments. One obvious advantage is that you don’t have to worry about meeting acquaintances here.
The owner of the clinic is also the only doctor here, a man in his forties.
The gentle and steady Australian Chinese greeted Yan Zisong professionally and spoke not fluent Mandarin; like all professionals in this industry who have reached a certain height, his professional sincerity was obvious.
"Mysophobia is a psychological disorder. Although the probability of occurrence among women is relatively high, now I can only put it forward as one of the hypotheses.
If the patient himself is unable to see a doctor, I hope you can describe it in more detail as possible; for example, during kissing, caressing, sexual intercourse, or afterwards, has the other party ever experienced symptoms such as retching, nausea, dizziness, asthma, etc.
Waiting for physical symptoms of discomfort?”
Yan Zisong frowned in confusion, "No."
The man across the table was still waiting patiently and calmly, and Yan Zisong looked at him.
"No discomfort. I mean, kissing and caressing, she is also... very emotional." She felt like she wanted to foolishly offer her treasures to strangers for appreciation, but she could no longer say it.
The serious and professional doctor tilted his head slightly, "What about the verbal cues?"
Helpless and helpless, the handsome man said in a tangled voice almost as if he was speaking to himself, "She said she could only be a lover," with his tightly pursed thin lips and a self-deprecating, imperceptible smile.
, "A lover who only talks about feelings; let me find another woman to fall in love with and get married; as long as I still like her, she is willing to stay with me; but, there is no way to go to bed with me..."