Jiang Li was extremely slender and frail. Her face remained calm, but her delicate eyebrows twitched slightly. Half-jokingly and half-seriously, she said, "Do you suddenly think that those glamorous celebrities are just so-so?
"They have to be busy with their careers and at the same time, they have to be well-versed in dealing with the rich and powerful. They're afraid of offending anyone."
She casually stretched and said, "Sometimes they work hard but get no rewards. If they try to be smart and make mistakes, they'll be disliked. One careless move and they'll be completely banned from the industry."
Qiao Jinrun nodded as he listened and neutrally commented, "It's a job on the edge of a knife."
"Precise," Jiang Li gave him a thumbs up and smiled, showing her teeth. "As expected of a doctor. Not only are you good at giving injections and infusions, but your words are also to the point."
Qiao Jinrun was afraid that she would get thirsty after talking so much, so he poured her a glass of water and said in surprise and amusement, "Why do you only remember that I can give injections and infusions?"
"I've been afraid of these two things since I was a child," Jiang Li's face suddenly fell. "Needless to say, the pain of an injection is unbearable. And an infusion is even more torturous.
"When I had a high fever that wouldn't go away when I was a child, a trainee nurse gave me an infusion. My blood vessels are thin, and she missed the vein six times in one night. They said I cried like a pig being slaughtered. It was so ugly."
When she recalled these things, her expression was as bright and vivid as a little girl's. "At that time, I swore that I would never get along with doctors and nurses. I'd better never see them again."
She said it very naively and then added very seriously, "Of course, Dr. Qiao is an exception."
The last sentence was quite comforting. Qiao Jinrun smiled and said, "It seems that I'm special to you."
Maybe it was because it was the weekend, so there were many people coming to the hospital to see a doctor. Jiang Li and Qiao Jinrun had lunch in the consultation room.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the psychology friend Qiao Jinrun mentioned came.
"Let me introduce you. This is Dr. Zhou," Qiao Jinrun introduced him to Jiang Li.
Jiang Li immediately stood up and nodded politely. Her eyes fell on Dr. Zhou's name tag.
Zhou Cheng.
For some reason, Jiang Li always felt that she had seen this name somewhere.
It seemed that not long ago, there was a news report saying that a psychology professor had published a paper on emotion orientation, which had a wide influence and extremely high academic value.
It seemed to be this Dr. Zhou.
Thinking of his identity and his status in psychology, Jiang Li tensed her back nervously. The relaxation just now disappeared completely.
She should have guessed in advance that a top-notch surgeon like Qiao Jinrun should be friends with the leaders in the medical field.
It was just that his words were too modest.
Dr. Zhou first chatted with Qiao Jinrun for a few words, then politely nodded to Jiang Li and said, "Recently, I've been doing research on bipolar disorder. May I ask if Miss Jiang minds if I use your feedback as a theoretical basis for bipolar patients and record it in my research paper?"
Having read Jiang Li's medical records in advance, Zhou Cheng got straight to the point.
He was not the kind of counselor in a psychological institution who would always beat around the bush and give meaningless comfort. He was always direct and straightforward.
Jiang Li nodded, and her heart relaxed a little.
Of course, she knew that it was not easy to make an appointment with Zhou Cheng for psychological treatment. If her treatment data could help him, it would be a kind of psychological comfort.
"You two talk. I'll go out for a walk," Qiao Jinrun left some space for the two of them. Although he was also a doctor, most psychological problems involved privacy, and he didn't want to offend anyone.
When there were only Zhou Cheng and Jiang Li left in the consultation room, Zhou Cheng skillfully took out his notebook and got down to business. "Miss Jiang, our treatment will start now.
"I'll ask you some personal questions next. Some of them may touch on your psychological state. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, just stop me."
"I understand."
Next, Jiang Li closed her eyes and began to follow Dr. Zhou's guidance to relax her emotions little by little. Her heartbeat gradually became calm.
In the process, the guilt and remorse that had been accumulating in her heart were gradually dug out and reappeared in front of her eyes.
As early as a few years ago, when Jiang Li was still in college, she had been working part-time. She went to school during the day and tutored a rich kid at night.
Occasionally, when she didn't have classes, she would go to the school gate to hand out flyers or go to the mall to sell promotional milk.
The money for her college education was earned by herself bit by bit. She knew the importance of money better than anyone else.
It was an ordinary night.
On this night, she was tutoring the kid when the phone on the table vibrated again and again.
When it vibrated for the third time, the dissatisfied look from the child's mother scared Jiang Li.
She was afraid of losing this stable part-time job, so she turned off the phone directly.
After tutoring the kid on time and in full, and apologizing to the lady who hired her, Jiang Li rushed out of the villa in a hurry.
When Jiang Li got home, what she saw was a mess on the ground. Items were scattered everywhere. Her father's face and body were all covered in blood. It was obvious that he had been beaten.
He was lying on his side on the ground, his eyes still wide open in horror. The blood at the corner of his mouth had dried up. He was obviously dead.
This scene had haunted her like a nightmare on countless nights, bringing her pain and regret.
Especially that night, when her mother and younger brother rushed out, grabbed her collar and asked her, "Why didn't you answer the phone?" and "Why wasn't it you who was beaten to death?" It appeared in countless late nights and woke her up from the nightmare in pain.
She had also asked herself countless times why it wasn't her who died.
If she had answered that phone call at that time, rushed home in time to call the police, or taken her father to escape, would the result have been different?
Her father wouldn't have been beaten to death, her mother wouldn't have had to remarry, and her younger brother wouldn't have become a good-for-nothing gambler and been sent to prison by her own hands.
Subconsciously, she felt that she was guilty.
It was her negligence that ruined the whole family.
Seeing that the situation was not right, Zhou Cheng immediately comforted and counseled her softly. But Jiang Li was obviously at the peak of her emotions. She kept pressing her eye sockets with her palms, trying to restrain something. Her mind was in a complete mess.
"Dr. Zhou, I often feel that if I didn't exist, they might be happier."
...
Later, Zhou Cheng came out of the private room looking exhausted. Qiao Jinrun was sitting there organizing the patient files.
Zhou Cheng patted him on the shoulder and said helplessly, "It's a bit tricky. Her condition is much more serious than yours when your sister had an accident."
One was performing surgery on his blood-covered sister with his own hands, and the other was watching her father die in front of her eyes.
Zhou Cheng couldn't tell who was more pitiful.