Song Chang'an turns his head and looks at Anjie's direction. The man half buried in the shadow is looked at unconsciously. His head is tilted to one side, and his face is very quiet. Song Chang'an laughed imperceptibly: "about anyinhu, you probably know that he has a certain degree of claustrophobia?"

Don't nod.

Song Chang'an sighed: "do you know why?"

Mo Cong was stunned. He didn't understand each other's meaning. He hesitated: "because of the old beast he Jingming?" He swallowed the second half of the sentence. In fact, more than once, Anjie said half jokingly that song Chang'an was a Mongolian doctor. He always thought he was an expert because he was dissatisfied with half shaking a bottle. As a result, he could not cure the big and small problems of sesame and mung bean, and complained that the patient did not cooperate. Mo quickly looked at Song Chang'an's face, very considerate to the "uncooperative" patient's feedback to swallow.

With a smile, song Chang'an's thin face looked a little mean: "you don't see Anyin Fox's virtue. He has three tendons against his head. He wants to walk around shaking. He doesn't wake up all day long. It's like taking rat medicine. In fact, he's not so fragile."

Don't be in a hurry. I can't hear the meaning of these words. Are they praising or scolding Anjie.

Song Chang'an went on to say, "he could have been locked up in that environment for three years, but he came out in a normal state of mind without any signs of splitting up. He also played his cunning tricks normally. He unconsciously put a bomb into the old animal's body, forcing the other party not to trouble him for so many years. All this shows that the man's nerves are stronger than reinforced concrete, I don't know, How on earth did he do it

No matter how tough Anjie looks, no matter how many earth shaking things he has done, he just loves this man and can't help it.

"You are careful to treat him like a glass man. In fact, it scares him a little... No, or a little flattered. He is not used to the role of being protected and taken care of, as well as the psychological orientation. " Song Chang'an smiles and hits the nail on the head.

"I don't quite understand." Mo Cong reluctantly admitted that he took a embarrassed look at Song Chang'an and changed the topic, "what do you say about his illness?"

Song Chang'an shook his head: "that's what I'm going to tell you. I'm afraid he Jingming didn't cause his claustrophobia, but he couldn't get away from the old beast. That unhappy time made him feel like he had a memory in his subconscious, so the symptoms showed up... Do you understand?"

Mo Cong shook his head honestly: "I study computer in University, and I miss more classes than I did."

Song Chang'an rubbed his eyebrows a little impatiently and said frankly, "no wonder you haven't dealt with him for such a long time. Is it brain or chamber pot on your neck?"

Mo Cong kept silent with an ugly face and decided not to give the patient the same opinion.

"Psychoanalysis believes that human subconsciousness has a great influence on human behavior and even physical and mental health. Research on forgetting tells us that some things, seemingly not in our minds, are actually stored in the subconscious like historical records, and have various effects on people's behavior. " Every other line is like a mountain, song Chang'an uses a computer idiot can think of, the highest level of metaphor about the computer, and then looks at Mo Cong with a low-energy eye, "so can you understand?"

Mo Cong felt that he finally understood why Anjie gritted his teeth when he mentioned song Chang'an: "according to your meaning, the so-called memory placed in the" subconscious "has no effect on people's behavior if you think of it? Then how did they get to the subconscious and have a full stomach? "

"It may be because of some external stimulation, it may be because of the strong feelings of the parties." Song Chang'an ignored his provocation and looked at Anjie, "as for him... With my help."

Mo Chong carefully sorted out this winding expression, and then painstakingly expressed his understanding in the earth language: "you mean that Anjie once asked you to help him hide a memory in some way, so that he could not remember it himself - is that right?"

Song Chang'an nodded: "that's the root of his illness. This is also the reason why over the years, I tried him again and again, and he still subconsciously resisted the treatment. Maybe not consciously, but this bastard's willpower is so strong that people want to break his broken head, as if he had to keep that memory anyway. "

"Why?"

"I think he's protecting someone." Song Chang'an said in a low voice, "in order to protect anyone, he doesn't trust himself."

Mo looked at him in a daze: "who do you want to protect?"

Song Chang'an could not help shaking his head: "I do know some, but... Some things from his mouth may not be true, the only thing I can be sure of is this. And it's against my professional ethics that I can say that. If I go on, it's against my conscience. " He looked at Mo Cong, "that answer, maybe he will be willing to think of it one day, and will be willing to tell you. But I can only keep him here. "

Mo Cong thinks that before Song Chang'an speaks, he understands the relationship, the past and the situation of everyone. But song Chang'an's beak suddenly gets involved in such a hazy narrative, and he doesn't understand anything. Mo Cong thought to himself that, sure enough, psychology is a kind of thing that has a great influence on people.

Song Chang'an suddenly gave a dirty smile and patted him on the shoulder: "my advice to you now is to take him out of the hospital and find a place where there is no one... Well, a little private."

Mo Cong mouth corner smoked to smoke, looking at Song Chang An's facial expression uncanny rise: "what do you mean?" He felt that the unreliable psychologist looked at him as if he was looking at a porn actor who was ready to appear on camera. His goose bumps immediately responded to the call and jumped out to protest.

Song Chang'an vaguely pointed to Anjie: "the medicine you prescribed has a very good side effect. After he wakes up, he will be extremely relaxed mentally and physically for a period of time. Originally, it was used by me for adjuvant treatment..." after listening to this sentence, he was already packing up his things and clothes, and was ready to take away Anjie. His mouth grinned like a ladle, so his image became more obscene. Looking at Mo Cong's back, he said, "young man, you should seize the opportunity..."

With the decline of voice, Mo Cong has disappeared with people. It's so fast that he seems to be holding an empty schoolbag instead of a person who weighs more than a hundred pounds, so that he doesn't hear the half sentence behind his male version of matchmaker.

Song Chang'an "hey hey" ground low smile two: "next time can no one help you put down that bastard."

The ward was empty. The folds of Anjie's bed were still there, and the quilt was lying in a mess. Song Chang'an looked at the pale ceiling and said, "Tut, why didn't I expect to install a monitor or something to watch a live broadcast for that boy? He Jingming will not let me off as a ghost this time... It's a loss. "

Then he looked at the door with a smile, as if waiting for someone. Sure enough, the door was pushed open again after a short silence in the ward. The visitor was wearing a white coat and a mask hanging on his ear, showing a plain face, holding a syringe and a record for ward round.

See song Chang'an awake, how many Leng for a while.

"Doctor." Song Chang'an restrained his obscene smile and nodded politely to him. Then his eyes floated to the head of the bed. The watch on it glowed, showing that it was past midnight. But the patient didn't feel surprised at all. It seemed that it was normal for the doctor to appear quietly in the ward at this time

The white coat gave a gentle smile: "you are very ill. You should have a rest early. And you'd better not take off the ventilator? Did you go to the bathroom? "

"Oh, I'm tired of them. I've been taken away. I don't think I'll see them again until noon tomorrow." Song Chang'an said calmly, "sit down."

There seemed to be some interesting light in his eyes. He sat down carefully and looked at the haggard man in front of him: "what about the person who sent you to the hospital this afternoon? How can such a heavy patient be left unattended? "

Song Chang'an thought for a moment, dragged a long voice, and seemed to mean something and said: "you say my landlord? Maybe it was his negligence that caused me to have a heart attack. I was a little shameless. Besides, I'm almost over the top of my head. It's no different whether I care or not. Don't you think so? "

"Patients should not be so pessimistic." White coat said softly, his voice was very soft, and his tone was like coaxing a baby.

Song Chang'an shrugged: "don't you see my brother an's defecating face? In the afternoon, the old doctor may have asked him to go home to prepare for his future affairs. I hope he can find a better Shouyi shop tomorrow and burn my turbulent daughter-in-law there. Speaking of this, doctor, is the old doctor useless, so I've changed the doctor in charge?"

White coat looked at Song Chang'an, carefully studied the half of his colleagues' half joking and cunning expression, and suddenly chuckled out: "no wonder, no wonder..." he said, "no wonder an Yinhu is so friendly with you. Song Chang'an, no one has ever found that you are a talent before."

Song Chang'an nodded politely: "really, in fact, many talents are buried by two or five eyes, probably because I'm not as good-looking as anyin fox?" With melancholy on his face, he sighed, "there are so many people who judge people by their appearance in the world."

The white coat stopped laughing and looked at Song Chang'an perplexedly: "but what I don't understand is why you seem to know more than everyone when you don't seem to be involved in anything?"

Song Chang'an put a finger in front of his lips, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "if you suddenly go to see Marx every day, every day can be the last day in the world, you will become as gossipy as me, and love to dig into other people's minds and secrets."

"I'm sorry about your illness," he said regretfully

"Please, I'm going to hear that."

"But you don't have to die right away. After tonight, maybe you will live for a few more years..."

"Thank you so much for that crow's mouth. Seriously, it's painful to wait for death."

"Only you can remind anyihu of that..."

"Doctor," Song Chang'an interrupted him, pointing to the syringe in his hand with a shallow smile, "didn't you come to give me an injection? Then stop chatting and fight. How good is it for everyone to wash and sleep early? "

White coat deeply staring at him: "I hope you can choose Notepad."

Song Chang'an shook his head: "I have a clear mind."

The white coat leaned on the back of the chair and said, "a person with a clear mind will not cherish his life. As a patient with congenital heart disease, no one knows this better than you."

Song Chang'an sighed, as if helpless, and as if recalling something. After a long time, he said gently: "anyihu is a jerk. Although we both want to regret each other every time we meet, he is still the only friend in my life... The only one, doctor, do you understand?"

The white coat's eyes twinkled, and song Chang'an slowly stretched out his thin and well-defined arm: "if you understand, don't waste your time telling someone for me..." he paused for a moment, and seemed to think it was a joke. "It's not stupid to tell someone that anyin fox is wrapped in paper. Now that I've figured it out, it won't take long, An Yin Hu will understand. "

Yin Hu, I always think that you are stupid to protect someone, even if you don't believe in yourself and would rather give up your memory. But now I suddenly understand that sometimes, even you are not so trustworthy - when the person you protect is really important.

In the future, it depends on Mo Cong's performance.

A moment later, the white coat came out of the ward in a hurry, and two people suddenly appeared at the corner, one with blond hair and fifteen, making the other wrapped in a raincoat and unable to see his face.

Fifteen said with a smile: "it seems that the doctor will cheat one day?"

White coat pick eyebrow: "that call eat shriveled." He turned his head and looked at the man in the raincoat with a look of schadenfreude on his face. "Brother Judas... It seems that you are not very well hidden."