Chapter 73

Chapter 73

Song Mingxue is a psychiatrist appointed by Sheng Chuan. Before that, she knew more or less about the affairs of the Shen family, but there were too many dirty things behind the back of the rich family, and she also saw a lot of them, so she was called When Sheng Chuan took him upstairs, he was not too surprised to see the scene in front of him.

The room was very dark. Although it was cleaned cleanly, there was a decaying atmosphere everywhere. The thin figure of the man was shrunk on the sofa, and the clothes that were originally fitted seemed a little empty. The profile of the face is well-defined, the tails of the eyes are raised, and there is a hint of sharpness, which shows a bit of the original personality, but at this time, he is just hugging the pillow, clenched and loosened a little nervously.

Shen Run was still in the room at this time, and Sheng Chuan didn't see him when he brought the doctor up.

Sheng Chuan found a stack of depressed medical records from the drawer, handed it to Song Mingxue, and said concisely, "It's just like this after the car accident."

Song Mingxue looked through the medical records roughly, "Does the patient have any abnormal behaviors, self-harm or screaming, and cognitive impairment to himself?"

Depression has been shrunk in the room some time ago and refused to come out. It is no different from being crazy, but it has been quieter recently. Apart from occasionally talking about something nervously and banging his head on the cabinet that night, there is nothing wrong with it. abnormal behavior.

Sheng Chuan "had it before, but it's gotten better recently, but I'm still easily frightened and my memory is confused."

Song Mingxue "maybe because of the impact on the brain in the car accident."

In fact, this kind of situation should be admitted to the hospital for a detailed examination first, but it is impossible for Sheng Chuan to take away Shen Yu from under Shen Run's nose, and it is already under great pressure to invite Song Mingxue over.

Sheng Chuan saw that Song Mingxue was looking at the medical record and didn't speak, so he asked aloud, "Is it serious, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Song Mingxue shook his head, "Physical illnesses are easy to cure, but mental illnesses are not. Let me tell you the truth, actually going to the hospital doesn't help much. At best, prescribing some mood-stabilizing drugs can't cure the illness."

Song Mingxue is a graceful beauty with a soft voice, which makes it easy for people to let go of their guards. She put the medical records aside, then walked to the sofa and leaned over, trying to keep her eye level with the gloomy.

Song Mingxue's voice was soft, shoulder-length hair fell on the light beige coat, looking very gentle, "It's a bit dark here, do you mind if I pull the curtains?"

Shen Yu lowered her head and ignored her, Song Mingxue regarded it as acquiescence, got up and walked to the window, opened the curtain a little, but the distance was so small that it could only accommodate a ray of sunlight.

After finishing all this, she sat down gently opposite Shen Yu, took out a handful of colorful transparent fruit candies from her pocket, and smiled, "Choose a flavor you like, okay?"

Shen Yu finally made a move, but got off the sofa and hid directly behind Sheng Chuan, exuding resistance all over his body, "Bad woman...bad woman..."

Sheng Chuan "She is the doctor who treats you."

After finishing speaking, he patted him on the shoulder and nudged him, "Go and choose one."

Song Mingxue handed the candy to him at the right time, so Shen Yu had no choice but to reach out hesitantly, took two orange-flavored candies, then squeezed them in the palm of his hand, gave one to Sheng Chuan, and said in a low voice, "A Chuan, one , I have one..."

Sheng Chuan looked down at the extra candy out of thin air in his palm, and seemed to be in a daze.

Song Mingxue took this scene into his eyes and said with a smile, "He seems to like you very much."

Sheng Chuan raised his eyes, "Really?"

Song Mingxue looked at Shen Yu, "Will you give me this candy?"

Shen Yu shook his head vigorously, turned sideways, and hid the candy in his palm, "No..."

Song Mingxue pointed at Sheng Chuan again, "If he wants to eat two candies, would you give him this candy?"

Shen Yu paused when he heard the words, and subconsciously looked at Sheng Chuan, but saw that the latter did not respond, as if acquiescing to Song Mingxue's words, he hesitated for a moment, then slowly, slowly put the candy in Sheng Chuan's palm "Give it to A Chuan ...Give it all to A Chuan..."

Sullen had no sugar, bit his sleeves unconsciously, and looked at him eagerly.

Song Mingxue seems to prove her point of view, "Patients in the period of mental confusion generally have a strong desire for monopoly, and only those they like can make them share their own things,"

In the end, he concluded, "He likes you very much."

Sheng Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly, noncommittal about this, he looked at the two candies in his palm, then tore open the packaging bag of one of them, fed it into Shen Yu's mouth, and ate the other, sweet and sour fruit juice The taste spreads on the tip of the tongue, and then gradually becomes sweet.

It's his favorite orange flavor...

Later Song Mingxue asked Shen Yu some questions, but most of the time the latter just shook his head and didn't know. He remembered his father and Sheng Chuan, but he seemed to have forgotten the ins and outs of the car accident.

Song Mingxue was thoughtful, "He doesn't look like a mental illness, but more like a mental disorder."

Sheng Chuan probably understood a little bit, "...So should we change to a psychiatrist?"

Song Mingxue said calmly, "It's okay, there is no need to change, I have taken psychology courses before."

That's pretty versatile.

Sheng Chuan paused, "Then how should he be treated?"

He actually wanted to say that when Song Mingxue was about to recover, it was best to tell him a few days in advance so that he could pack up and run away.

Song Mingxue shook his head, "I have to go back and formulate a plan before I can determine the follow-up treatment method."

After tossing and going back and forth all morning, he had almost understood his condition, Sheng Chuan got up when he saw this, and sent Song Mingxue out of the room, who would have thought that when he went downstairs, he ran into Shen Run by accident.

It's really a narrow road to Yuanjia, Sheng Chuan thought as he lazily leaned on the handrail of the stairs.

It's strange for a strange woman to appear in the family out of thin air. What's more, Shen Run always felt that Sheng Chuan was playing tricks behind his back. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked Song Mingxue up and down, and asked deliberately, "This is...?"

Shen Run has always been able to pretend in front of outsiders.

Song Mingxue heard the words and was about to speak, Sheng Chuan said, "Ah Yu's friend, I know he is sick, come and have a look."

After finishing speaking, she gave Song Mingxue a look without a trace, signaling Song Mingxue to leave first, and the latter understood, and smiled, "I won't bother you, I'll take my leave first."

Shen Run has been very anxious recently, the kind that has no reason. After all, the thorn in Shen Yu's side has not been removed, but Mr. Shen just died not long ago. If Shen Yu followed suit, he would definitely be targeted by the police and could only be suppressed. The action does not move.

Seeing Song Mingxue leave, the hypocritical smile on Shen Run's face faded a little bit, he stared at Sheng Chuan coldly, and threatened word by word, "I don't care what tricks you want to play behind your back, but remember it clearly, don't you?" Don’t touch what you should touch, be careful playing with fire.”

Sheng Chuan thought how could he burn the law and frame him for murder like in his previous life? It's fine to plant the same pit once, but it's stupid to plant it twice. "Really, then I'll see who the fire will burn."

Sheng Chuan's gaze on Shen Run is no different from looking at a dead person. He has been checked out, and he is arrogantly threatening others. What is the difference between him and a clown? He is too lazy to continue arguing with him. Turned around and went upstairs.

Shen Run's face was extremely ugly, and when he returned to his room, he received a call from his biological mother again, and his mood was extremely bad.

Jiang Yueqing seems to be quite familiar with this kind of thing, "Ah Run, Mom is a little tight recently, you can bring some money and come here, I have taken a fancy to a bag, but it is a limited edition, and it has to be booked in Paris in advance, you hurry up Hurry up, it's late

Can't get an order. "

The woman's behavior like a leech made Shen Run's fists clenched. He took a deep breath and managed to maintain his composure, "Didn't I just call you a million dollars last month? Why did you spend it all so quickly?"

It’s okay if you don’t say anything, Jiang Yueqing’s tone became irritable when you said it, “You still said, it’s not all your fault, you insisted on finding me to match up with that woman from the Tian family, and now I was blackmailed by her, and she came to me every now and then to ask for money. I just cried and said that her man died miserably and she was going to call the police, and her daughter recently had an operation, so I put another 200,000 in it, Jinshan Yinshan can't help but spend like this."

When Shen Run heard the words, he kicked the chair far away, as if he had been poked in some sore spot, "Blame me? If you hadn't brought that wild man to ask me for money, would the old man have found out that I was not his own? Do you need to find ways to let him die? You caused the disaster, and you still have the face to blame me now?!"

He slammed the table on the other side, and Jiang Yueqing was also frightened. He faltered and said, "What kind of wild man, don't speak so harshly, he is your own father after all. You are comfortably the young master in Shen's house. You can't just watch your parents out there without food, right? You really can't, you try to get that woman to shut up, she's taking me for a ride, knocking out sum after sum, and taking out all the money I put in the bottom of the box gone."

The inside and outside of the words are nothing more than crying poor.

Hearing this, Shen Run's chest heaved, and the lingering anger still persisted, "Tell her to shut up? You said it simply, are the police all fools?! Last time the old man had a car accident, I was investigated for more than half a month. This time, I don't care what you use. The solution, must clean up the tail for me, otherwise you will wait to go to jail with me!"

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and threw the phone on the table with a bang, without realizing that he had already been thoroughly checked by Sheng Chuan.

At the same time, Song Mingxue also formulated a preliminary treatment plan, and soon contacted Sheng Chuan, asking him to bring out the depression and meet up in a nearby park.

Sheng Chuan... Sheng Chuan is not a doctor anyway, Song Mingxue said so, so he had no choice but to do this. Just when Shen Run went to the company, he drove Shen Yu out. Looking out of the car window, the green plants receding rapidly outside.

Song Mingxue was waiting for them sitting on the stone bench beside the road in the park, with a blue folder beside him. Sheng Chuan parked the car, and walked over with Shen Yu, "Doctor Song."

Seeing them coming, Song Mingxue smiled and stood up, "You guys are here."

To be honest, Sheng Chuan has never seen a doctor who treats a disease in a park "Is it going to your clinic, or is it here?"

In fact, Song Mingxue has always felt that Depressed's condition is a bit strange. He is not as crazy as other mental patients. He knows everyone who should recognize him, but he just can't remember clearly. Apart from this, he has not found any other problems so far. "Let's go outside. In fact, it's good for him to come out occasionally to take a breath of fresh air. It's not good to stay in a cramped environment for a long time."

Shen Yu was wearing casual clothes and a black baseball cap. He hid behind Sheng Chuan and didn't move. Covered by the shadow of the brim of the hat, his brow furrowed for a moment.

Seeing this, Song Mingxue was thoughtful, and smiled, "Mr. Shen's illness may be milder than I imagined, and he may be cured soon."

Sheng Chuan didn't know how she came to this conclusion. Hearing the words, he subconsciously looked at Shen Yu, but the latter just lowered his head, whispered, and counted the ants on the side of the road.

Song Mingxue said, "Mr. Shen may not remember the past very clearly. I personally suggest trying to help him restore his memory first. Is there any place you often go to, or a place with a deeper image?"

Sheng Chuan slightly raised his eyebrows, "Why must it be

Where do I hang out with him? "

Song Mingxue looked at him, "As far as I know, you seem to be the only person close to Mr. Shen right now? Then of course your help is needed for follow-up treatment."

Even thinking about it now, it's still embarrassing. Overnight, there was only Depression left in the huge Shen family.

Sheng Chuan used to think that being poor was the worst thing to do, but looking at it now, it seems that being rich doesn't necessarily make him very happy, so he put down his depressed hat, "There is a western restaurant in the place we often go to."

Then go to a luxury hotel to have sex, but Sheng Chuan didn't say the second half of the sentence, so it shouldn't be of any use in restoring memory?

Song Mingxue looked at the time, "It's already afternoon, I just didn't have lunch, so let's go have a meal by the way."

She was in charge of recording and observing the situation of depression, and told Sheng Chuan not to worry about her, just be a transparent person.

Sheng Chuan had no choice but to drive them to that western restaurant, um, the one that Shen Yu found unpalatable, but Sheng Chuan thought the taste was okay, so he used to ask for a private room as usual, and then sat down to order.

Shen Yu and Sheng Chuan sat next to each other, he fiddled with the knives and forks on the table, and then folded the napkins back and forth, always doing some weird moves, Sheng Chuan handed the menu to Song Mingxue, "Lady first, you order. "

Song Mingxue did not refuse, "You are quite a gentleman."

To be honest, Sheng Chuan's appearance is extremely deceiving, but perhaps it is out of a woman's intuition that she always feels that the other party is not as harmless as it appears on the surface.

They all ordered their own meals, and Sheng Chuan, who was depressed, helped to order directly. It took some time for the main meal, and the fruit salad and dessert came first. Chair back, enjoy the peaceful atmosphere of the restaurant "Eat."

Shen Yu played with the fork for a while, and then started to eat clumsily. Song Mingxue had a tablet in his hand, and was quickly recording something with the stylus, "Has he always been like this?"

Sheng Chuan crossed his legs and rubbed his chin, "What do you mean?"

Song Mingxue said, "What was his previous personality like?"

Hearing this, Sheng Chuan glanced sideways at Sullen, saw that the other party was burying his head in eating the cake, thought for a moment, and said honestly, "I have a bad temper, I like to put on airs, I have a young master's problem, and there are many things..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Yu suddenly poked the cake hard, and a piece of butter crumbs wrapped in matcha powder directly splashed on Sheng Chuan's suit jacket, which looked very eye-catching.

Sheng Chuan wiped it calmly with a paper, "Look, his temper used to be as bad as it is now."

Song Mingxue glanced at Sullen unobtrusively. The latter lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, but the hand holding the fork was faintly blue. He poked the cake once and for all as if to vent his anger, and the neat triangular cut pieces suddenly changed. It's a mess.

Song Mingxue seemed to find the matter a bit interesting, "Well... don't you have any other advantages?"

advantage?

Does money count?

Sheng Chuan took a sip of the lemonade, a bit of poisonous tongue appeared under his handsome skin, he raised his eyebrows uncertainly and said, "Maybe."

Song Mingxue "For example?"

Sheng Chuan thought about it carefully, "It's quite simple." It's still naive.

This word is very subtle, and it can be praised or criticized. It is probably the first time for him to be so blatantly depressing. After speaking, the corners of his lips slightly ticked off, with a hint of mischief.

Shen Yu ate the punctured cakes on the plate bit by bit. For some reason, the hand holding the fork trembled a little, but when Sheng Chuan looked sideways at him, he still looked ignorant, with cream still on his lips .

Sheng Chuan rubbed his fingertips against his lips, and then wiped it off with a paper towel. When the steak was served, he cut it into small pieces and put them on his plate. Accompanied by melodious and soothing piano music, the tense nerves in his mind Also relaxed a little bit.

Morikawa has been

I feel that eating is a very enjoyable thing, but it is not a pleasant thing to eat with Shen Yu. No matter how top-notch ingredients and chefs, this young master will always pick out a lot of unsatisfactory things. It is harder to serve than the emperor.

Today was an exception, it was rare for Sheng Chuan to have a peaceful meal, and his mood improved a lot.

Song Mingxue stopped the recording speed, saw Shen Yu drinking a fruit drink, and asked him softly, "Do you remember that you have been here before?"

Shen Yu shook his head first, not knowing why, then nodded again.

Song Mingxue asked again, "Do you remember who you came with?"

Shen Yu took a sip of Strawberry Breeze with his cup in his hand, and whispered, "A Chuan..."

Song Mingxue asked, "Do you remember everything about him?"

Sullen did not speak.

Song Mingxue probably felt that the question was a bit broad, so he broke it down and asked, "Where did you meet him for the first time?"

Shen's reception.

Before Shen Yu answered, this answer came to Sheng Chuan's mind automatically. He was taken in by Shen Run privately. It was the first time he saw such a big villa and manor, and he couldn't even walk the road, let alone talk to Shen Yu. The other party's temperament was flamboyant and domineering. At first glance, he looked like the kind of noble son who was raised with pearls. Ordinary things were difficult for him to catch.

Shen Yu picked the tablecloth, "My house..."

Song Mingxue asked as if chatting with friends, "You two got together later, right?"

Nodding gloomyly, Sheng Chuan rested his chin, wondering what he was thinking.

Song Mingxue continued to ask without a trace, and she answered all of them gloomy and intermittently, including Sheng Chuan's favorite reading, favorite food, and favorite places.

There was a short gap.

Song Mingxue finally looked at Sheng Chuan and asked him for confirmation, "Is there any deviation?"

Sheng Chuan probably didn't expect that Shen Yu could remember all his preferences. After a pause for a moment, he hummed without emotion, and adjusted his sitting posture uncomfortably.

Song Mingxue thought that the root cause was still the car accident, but she brought it up rashly, and worried that she would be too irritating to Shen Yu, so she entered some things in the folder on the tablet, looked at Shen Yu and asked, "Who do you like best?"

Shen Yu said, "Dad..."

Song Mingxue also lost her father when she was a child, she paused when she heard the words, then came to her senses, and asked again, "Except for father?"

After being depressed for a long time, he finally said two words, "Achuan..."

Seeing that Sheng Chuan didn't look this way, Song Mingxue faintly felt that their way of getting along was a bit strange, "Does A Chuan like you?"

Unexpectedly, Shen Yu shook his head, leaned on the table and said, "I don't like it..."

Sheng Chuan looked over.

Song Mingxue's voice softened, "Then who does he like?"

Shen Yu whispered a word "money."

As soon as the words fell, Sheng Chuan's figure paused.

The piano music in the restaurant was still melodious and soothing, but the atmosphere was not as relaxed as before. Sheng Chuan subconsciously looked at Shen Yu, and then at Song Mingxue, always feeling that the other party looked at him like he was looking at a scumbag.

Sheng Chuan should have smiled and rubbed his gloomy head at this time, saying that he was joking, but for some reason, he didn't say a word for a long time, and his heart seemed to be thrown into a stone suddenly, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. Had such a weird feeling.

In the second half of the journey, no one spoke again, and Song Mingxue tactfully did not ask any more questions. She still felt that Sullen's condition was quite strange, and she had never encountered such a case before. "If you are free, I will I think I still need to go to my clinic and treat him alone."

The implication is that Sheng Chuan doesn't need to be there.

Sheng Chuan frowned slightly, "Why?"

Song Mingxue said, "At the moment, I don't think Mr. Shen's mental problems are serious. On the contrary, he has a serious mental disorder. You know, mental problems are usually serious things. You don't need too many people for treatment."

Sheng Chuan could only agree. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he glanced at the darkening sky outside, then set a time for the next consultation with Song Mingxue, and left with a heavy heart.

There is a star hotel nearby, Sheng Chuan didn't go back to Shen's house at all, but opened a high-end suite for two people, so as not to run into Shen Run when he went back, he had to see his ugly face again.

In the restaurant just now, it was inconvenient to ask some things in front of Song Mingxue, but now the luxuriously decorated room includes a person pretending to understand and another person pretending to understand.

Rose petals were laid on the pure white bed sheet in the shape of a heart, and she lay down on it depressed, counting one by one, until the place next to her suddenly collapsed, and then she raised her head to take a look.

Sheng Chuan looked at him quietly, his brown pupils were incomprehensible, "Who told you that I like reading?"

Shen Yu bit her sleeve, whispered and shook her head, "I don't know..."

Sheng Chuan "Who told you I like oranges?"

Shen Yu shook her head vigorously, then crawled into the bed, as if trying to avoid him, "I don't know..."

Sheng Chuan grabbed his ankle, dragged him back slightly, and let Shen Yu struggle and roll, and asked in a low voice, "Who told you that I like money?"

In addition to shaking his head, Shen Yu shook his head, kicked his legs and wanted to shake his hand off, but the hand was motionless, and he couldn't shake it off no matter what, Shen Yu simply got into the quilt and shrunk himself into a ball.

Sheng Chuan unconsciously let go of his hand...

He always thinks that Shen Yu is a young master who doesn't worry about anything. He does his own way and never cares about other people's feelings. How can he know his preferences? That's something that even Sheng Chuan's parents don't care about.

Sheng Chuan sat by the bed without moving for a long time. After a while, he slowly stretched out his hand to untie his tie, then got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Sullen seemed to hear something, and finally poked his head out of the quilt, and glanced at the bathroom door , and then continue to tear their own roses to play.

Sheng Chuan didn't bring a change of clothes, and he was directly wearing the bathrobe prepared by the hotel. His hair was wet on his forehead, his skin was clean, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and his temperament was always calmer than others.

Shen Yu saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, slid off the bed with a squeak, and then ran to the bay window to watch the night scene of tall buildings surrounded by lights. The body suddenly froze.

Sheng Chuan's voice was gentle, but at this time it was low and deep, and it was covered with a layer of ambiguity for no reason. He squinted his eyes, as if he was recalling something, "Do you remember what we did last time..."

He only said a few words, and the voice behind him gradually disappeared.

What two men can do in a hotel, apart from rolling the sheets, of course they are still rolling the sheets, coupled with the gloomy and daring nature of walking sideways, the two of them have basically played most of the tricks, on the bed, on the floor, on the sofa...

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