It was already afternoon when Zhang Yaolin arrived at the medical clinic marked on the map, and the warm yellow sunset coated his champagne-colored car with a golden rim.
As a doctor, Ana Shen sat in the rocking chair at the door, holding a cup of coffee and enjoying afternoon tea leisurely.
If you ignore the door behind him that looks like a garage entrance and the paint that just scratched off the front of Zhang Yaolin's car, everything looks so peaceful and comfortable.
"Doctor Shen? Are you Dr. Shen?"
Zhang Yaolin looked at the young man sitting in the rocking chair. If it weren't for the fact that the other person's face was similar to the photo of the doctor he saw when he made the appointment, Sun Yaolin would have almost thought he was in the wrong place.
God knows how this old bastard drove the car in.
Even if the clinic is located in a place like this, why does the clinic's facade look like a garage? And it’s such a small garage that I can’t even park my car in it.
While Zhang Yaolin was observing Shen Yan, Shen Yan was also observing him.
This is a middle-aged man with dark skin, a bit thin, wearing a beige suit, which looks a bit out of place.
The man's back is slightly hunched, and he raises his head vigorously when observing things, always giving off a feeling of not being very confident.
"You are Mr. Zhang, please come in quickly. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Until Zhang Yaolin came to Ana Shen, he stood up from the rocking chair and hurriedly waved Zhang Yaolin into the room.
Zhang Yaolin looked around. If he opened a clinic in such a shabby and remote place, he would probably encounter a pyramid scheme, right?
He was muttering in his heart, and followed Ana Shen slowly into the house.
As soon as you enter the house, the style of painting changes suddenly.
All leather sofas, cashmere carpets, and several famous paintings hanging on the walls are indeed what the photos in the clinic's introduction look like.
Zhang Yaolin looked at the layout of the house and found that Ana Shen was looking at him, so he smiled awkwardly: "Doctor Shen's residence is really... unique, haha."
Ana Shen shook his head: "It makes Mr. Zhang laugh. I have no choice. The rent in the city center is too high. I can only do it myself in this small place."
Zhang Yaolin smiled noncommittally. Just take out any painting on the wall and you can exchange it for a mountain villa. What about the rent? You are lying.
It's nothing more than a special hobby. After all, he's a psychiatrist...
Seeing Zhang Yaolin sitting down in front of Chen Gengnian, Ana Shen asked aloud: "Tea or coffee?"
"The guest does as the host does."
Ana Shen smiled, turned around and poured two cups of big leaf tea.
"Then can we start the first treatment, Mr. Zhang?"
As Ana Shen spoke, he handed another cup of big-leaf tea to Zhang Yaolin, who was in a suit.
Zhang Yaolin took the teacup, glanced at his watch, and said, "You can do it anytime."
"Let's talk about your condition. Your case sheet says that you suffer from mild depression, which is often accompanied by weakened concentration and slow volitional activity, right?"
Zhang Yaolin straightened his body, shook his head and said, "Doctor, actually I don't have depression."
Ana Shen was not surprised, and just asked: "If that's the case, why do you have to be diagnosed with depression?"
"Because I didn't dare to tell them the truth about my situation," Zhang Yaolin said painfully: "If I filled in my questions truthfully, they would definitely send me to a mental hospital."
"I can only register a check number in the name of other illnesses, and then come to see a psychiatrist. I know I'm not sick, but if I don't see a doctor, I'm afraid I will really be sick."
Hearing Zhang Yaolin's words, Ana Shen instinctively thought of awakening, but when the two first met, he looked at the top of Zhang Yaolin's head and didn't find anything strange.
Ana Shen, who was confused, looked up again and found that Zhang Yaolin's head was filled with nothing except a layer of black energy.
Black energy represents fear, and he is wrapped in fear.
Ana Shen leaned forward: "Then let's talk about your real situation."
"I...I saw my youngest daughter, she came home."
Ana Shen frowned: "Isn't it a good thing for my daughter to come home?"
"But she passed away three years ago!"
Zhang Yaolin raised his head, and Ana Shen saw that his eyes were bloodshot: "In the summer three years ago, I saw with my own eyes that she was smashed into the pool by the collapsed Ferris wheel. She was already dead...even her intact body. None of them were found.”
"She's back now. She must be complaining that I didn't protect her well. She's asking for my life!"
Ana Shen saw the black air on Zhang Yaolin's head rolling continuously, and within a few breaths it was so strong that it covered his face.
The fear that penetrated into the bone marrow was growing in Zhang Yaolin's heart.
"Mr. Zhang, don't get excited. People can't be resurrected after death. You have to believe in science. Your daughter has passed away and will never come back. So what you saw must be an illusion, right?"
Ana Shen turned on all the lights in the room while speaking comfortingly.
The warm-colored headlights turned on and illuminated Zhang Yaolin's face. Zhang Yaolin squinted his eyes and the muscles on his face slowly relaxed.
He was like a drowning man, breathing heavily, and it took him a while to calm down.
Ana Shen asked tentatively: "Mr. Zhang, can you tell me about the vision you have seen recently? This may be beneficial to our subsequent treatment."
Zhang Yaolin raised his head and stared at Shen Yan warily. After more than ten seconds, he spoke hesitantly: "The first time I saw Yaonv...'s vision was a month ago -"
"It was in the old house. We had just moved to a new house. I went to the old house to pack things. It was about five o'clock in the afternoon, when the nearby elementary school was out. I heard a girl outside calling. I."
Zhang Yaolin's face showed an expression of not only nostalgia but also fear: "I walked out and saw my youngest daughter standing in the yard with her schoolbag on her back."
"She called me daddy and complained about why I didn't pick her up after school. I..."
Ana Shen saw that the black energy on Zhang Yaolin's head condensed again.
He seemed to be in fear again.
However, Ana Shen didn't feel the slightest bit scary when she listened to his recollection.
Zhang Yaolin spoke faster and faster next, as if recalling these things made him feel uncomfortable.
"Later, she would come home on time around five o'clock every afternoon. I moved to the city center, from the small courtyard to the 19th floor, and she could find me accurately."
"She asked me to make dumplings for her, buy candied haws, and ride a horse..."
"Excuse me," Ana Shen looked at Zhang Yaolin with a scrutinizing gaze and asked, "In your illusion, she didn't do anything to hurt you, it's just these... what are you afraid of?"
Zhang Yaolin opened his mouth wide and said matter-of-factly: "She...but she is already dead..."
