Helping her regain her sense of smell is his first "responsibility" at the moment. As for the rest... he can only wait for her to recover before making plans!
The inexplicable throbbing, is it instinct or a substitute?
Don’t think about it!
Don’t even think about it!
The psychological clinic is located on the edge of the city, close to the resort. It is also a good place for rich people to enjoy life! It only takes two hours to drive there from Qinzhai.
It’s a two-hour drive and it’s really embarrassing not to say anything!
Nangong You sat in the passenger seat and glanced at Qin Qiaotian from time to time. After a while, he finally couldn't help but break the silence: "Who was the person who came to see you that morning?"
Although it's not polite to inquire about people's personal affairs, but... she is really curious! Especially the way he looked at her when he left made her quite uneasy!
"What day?" Qin Qiaotian controlled the steering wheel, his eyes still on the road in front of him, and asked casually. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was shocked, and then he realized that she should be asking Qin Muyuan!
"That's...the day I found Tong Yao." Nangong You pursed her lips, unable to hide her curiosity, "Who is Tong Yao?"
There was a "squeak", and as soon as he finished speaking, the man next to him mistakenly stepped on the brake pedal instead of the accelerator, causing the speeding car to make a harsh sliding sound. The strong inertia made Nangong You almost hit the windshield in front of him.
His abnormality is obvious
It can be seen that the name "Tong Yao" is Qin Qiaotian's Achilles' heel that cannot be mentioned...
"Feel sorry"
"Feel sorry"
They apologized twice in unison, and then the two of them fell into silence tacitly.
Qin Qiaotian restarted the car, turned the steering wheel and drove the car back onto the right road, heading towards the seaside resort. The atmosphere in the car was even more depressing, but this time no one would rather stay silent than talk about what was wrong.
Let’s talk about which pot to pick up...
Psychotherapy is indeed completely different from ordinary therapy!
After listening to Nangong You's narration, the young psychiatrist didn't care about the CT examination results of her nose. Instead, he asked her a lot of irrelevant questions, asking her a lot about her family as if it was a family affair.
"Can my sense of smell... be restored?" After talking for nearly an hour, Nangong You didn't see the doctor mention the disease, so he couldn't help but became anxious and asked proactively.
"Anxiety is not a catalyst!" the doctor joked. He drew circles on his record sheet and wrote terms that Nangong You couldn't understand. Then he handed her a piece of white paper and said, "Miss Nangong, would you mind helping me?"
Shall I draw a picture?”
"Is this also part of the treatment?"
"Uh-huh!" the psychiatrist hummed happily, "Go to the small table inside and draw. You can draw whatever you want. Just draw a picture that you think is happy."
"That's it?" Nangong You forgot about him suspiciously, then turned to look at Qin Qiaotian, finally nodded in agreement, and hesitantly walked into the small room inside.
As soon as Nangong You left, the doctor turned to Qin Qiaotian, still maintaining a friendly smile on his face: "Are you her...husband?"
"She's my fiancé." Qin Qiaotian responded with the same polite smile and glanced in Nangong You's direction to make sure she wouldn't hear, and then asked with confidence, "How is her sense of smell?"
"From a psychological analysis, this is a manifestation of inhibition of the nervous system under repression. There is no problem with the organ. As for how to recover, it depends on her psychological adjustment ability."
"What do you mean?" He is not a medical student, so of course he can't understand these complicated professional terms.
"Actually, to put it bluntly, just find the point where she is depressed and then resolve it." The doctor coughed twice and added a few words casually, "If the problem lies in the family, then just alleviate the family conflict; if the problem lies in the couple, then
…”
At this point, the doctor spread his hands and teased jokingly: "Maybe just have to make love! (Maybe just have to make love)"
Qin Qiaotian frowned, and the doctor stopped talking at the right time, shrugged his shoulders, turned his eyes to the direction of the small room again, and added meaningfully: "No one can say for sure about psychological matters. Where is the key point?
You have to discover it yourself.”
After saying this, the doctor patted Qin Qiaotian's shoulder and went outside to drink water.
Qin Qiaotian seemed to have his feet stuck, standing motionless, looking through the transparent glass window as Nangong You concentrated on scribbling on the paper - she worked so hard to restore her sense of smell.
…
She works so hard, he has to help! If... the problem really lies with them
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall the doctor's joking suggestion again in his mind - "make love"!
Really need this?
The first psychological treatment lasted for most of the day. Before leaving, he made an appointment to come back for treatment at noon the next day, so for convenience, Qin Qiaotian directly asked for two rooms in a nearby hotel and stayed in them temporarily.
As dusk approached, there was a heavy rain outside, and bright yellow lightning flashed across the black sky, slamming into the earth.
Nangong You, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, was startled. He took a few steps back with a pale face. Just as he was about to shrink down to the bed, there was a knock on the door...