Chapter 1, Collective Suicide

For two seconds, Song Zhaixing heard a cold remark. After the girl finished speaking, she fell silent, until a commotion erupted from the other end of the phone

After a few seconds of hesitation, the girl finally responded

Song Zhaixing took a deep breath and continued, "Others are the same; with a mother present, they will still receive maternal love. Now that your mother has only you, you should accompany her through this difficult time."

Yes, young master, thanks to your blessings, I have just arrived

In fact, Song Zhaixing suddenly became dejected, "I left the keys at home again today"

Sun Ming was momentarily choked, his mind swirling with the scenes of the evidence collection that had taken place in his home at that time

A series of frenzied and eerie laughter came from the other side, which made Song Zhaixing feel particularly alarmed. She predicted that there should be a group of middle school students on the other side, both boys and girls, a group of children who were about to commit suicide and were completely out of control

When Yun Yuehua entered the room with Li Weixi, she saw Jian Yifan hanging on Song Zhaixing, looking as if he was about to die at any moment. Meanwhile, Song Zhaixing, whose head was wrapped in bandages, was nearly rendered unconscious by Jian Yifan's shaking.

Song Zhaixing heard the sound of sirens, but it would still take some time to rescue them. Jian Yifan handed her a handkerchief, and only then did she realize that her forehead was drenched in sweat. Gradually slowing her tone, Song Zhaixing began to attempt to provide them with psychological support

Entrusted by Sun Ming, Li Weixi had already reviewed all the materials on Liu Qinghai and had specifically instructed the officers to complete certain tasks for him before arriving. When the two entered, Liu Qinghai was leaning against the table, and the officers presented him with three cups of liquid in succession. "Can you distinguish which is vinegar, which is diluted alcohol, and which is water?"

The sky hangs low, the shadows of the trees are sparse, the chirping of insects is hidden in the night, and all is silent.

Does your wife often scold you

The doctor is right. Throughout my life, I have changed jobs quite a few times, and it is only in the past ten years that I have truly done what I love. Today, I learned that the field of psychology can also assist with career planning, which has been immensely beneficial.

Jian Yifan poured her a glass of water, feeling a bit concerned for her

Is that even possible? Sun Ming furrowed his brow, his right hand unconsciously resting on his left wrist, a habitual gesture when he was deep in thought. There was nothing else found at the scene, and besides, how did you determine that he was easily suggestible?

No

Faintly, she heard someone calling her, and a pair of warm hands embraced her waist, a pair of warm hands, sufficient to protect her.

Seeing his persistence, Song Zhaixing sighed and asked, "Did you enjoy your meal with the young lady?"

Sun Ming hurriedly ran back, not even having time to say goodbye. Li Weixi slightly tilted his head back, looking at the prison once more, recalling the scene from his childhood when he first accompanied his father to visit the inmates. His eyes suddenly felt warm—how long ago that was.

The visitor, named Wang Shijie, appeared listless. Upon hearing her question, he sighed repeatedly, "It has been several days since my workplace announced that they would promote someone to a leadership position. Since then, I have been unable to eat or sleep. As expected, someone who is not as capable as I am has been appointed as my superior. How can I possibly accept this?"

Um ... ...

... ...

Jian Yifan stood beside for quite a while, and upon hearing him say this, he suddenly laughed, "Most people come here to enter the consultation room, but I didn't expect that the uncle would actively give up this opportunity. In fact, you can learn more about career planning; it's not a psychological disorder. It's best if you can come to terms with it yourself"

My idol has died, he jumped down from the building, and I want to be like him

Mountain

Only when we are dead will they relent and let us go They will bully me for what reason ... ...

Then she has no feelings for you

"Zhai Xing, your urgency will not resolve the issue." Before Yun Yuehua could speak, Jian Yifan interrupted Song Zhaixing, "We indeed need to work on Xia Qiang first, but you have just been injured by him, and further consultation will certainly face obstacles. Why not leave him to me? I will follow up with this family properly."

The crimson high walls stand amidst layers of trees, with a few rays of sunlight slanting down at the corners, exuding a musty odor. The recreation area was temporarily closed with the sound of a whistle, and the once bustling place was suddenly left with only the sound of the wind. The main gate of the prison creaked open, and Officer Sun Ming returned the keys to his waist, continuing to walk inside with Li Weixi.

Hanzhou Jingda Hospital. Clinical Psychology Department

How many points did he get

Ah? Upon hearing someone call her, she immediately responded and saw Gao Can approaching with a father and daughter. The man was robustly built and was cursing loudly, his language quite foul.

But you ... ...

Li Weixi smiled gently, with the warmth of sunlight even touching the tips of her hair

Since you have found evidence to classify Liu Qinghai as a murderer, why does he still resist so fiercely

Long after, when recalling that day, Song Zhaixing still remembers Li Weixi wearing a brown cashmere round-neck sweater, paired with a pair of cropped casual straight-leg jeans. His hands were half tucked into his pockets, revealing a hint of his fair and slender knuckles, presenting a lazy and casual demeanor. It seemed as if he had always been this way, bright and elegant, quiet and humble

Have you... transferred your feelings back?

Let us hope so

The officer nodded and then presented the results to Li Weixi. Li Weixi glanced at the testing process, slowly walked in front of Liu Qinghai, and lifted his left hand to take a look, noticing that the back of his hand was already a patch of red. To be honest, Liu Qinghai was tall and thin, appearing even weaker than expected, and the injury on his face had not yet healed, still covered with a layer of blood scab

Note: Countertransference: The counselor transfers emotions, attitudes, and attributes related to an important person in their life onto the client. Here, Song Zhaixing, during the consultation with the patient, also reflects on their own unpleasant and painful experiences.

In the office, Song Zhaixing was listening to the roar coming from the other end of the phone.

Why should I look into the distance

Fang Lin handed over a card that read "Police Deployment." Song Zhaixing nodded slightly and continued, "I understand that you all acted on impulse. Tell me what happened, and I can help you."

I see that you should just be a diligent executor, and you would be happy yourself, wouldn't you

Song Zhaixing stepped forward and sincerely explained to Yun Yuehua, "I applied to be her attending physician, allowing Xiaxia to undergo group therapy with her father."

Since we first met, you have looked at the time a total of twelve times, but today you have nothing else to do, which indicates that you care deeply about your watch. Li Weixi observed the subtle changes in Sun Ming's expression, his smile growing deeper. The engraving 'WNN' on the bracelet should be the initials of your wife's name. The ring on your hand and the watch share the same texture, symbolizing that this was a gift she gave you when you got married. When you are nervous or deep in thought, you tend to fidget with your watch, which suggests that subconsciously, you know you are about to lose it.

She is dead ... . ... Song Zhaixing's hand holding the phone trembled slightly. After the girl finished speaking, she leaped off the rooftop from several dozen meters up, committing suicide.

It was already late at night when Song Zhaixing asked the locksmith to open the door. Exhausted and without a moment to catch his breath, Jian Yifan's urgent call came through.

The tall boy leaning against the door greeted them with a smile

A mother and her child arrived at the measurement room. Noticing the traces of tears on the mother's face, Song Zhaixing was about to take their measurement form, but unexpectedly, it was snatched away by Jian Yifan.

Please go and call Liu Qinghai, I am going to perform a hypnosis for him

Li Weixi lazily spoke: "Since this is a place for interrogating criminals, such an environment will inevitably have a deterrent effect on them."

Li Weixi remained silent, gesturing for Sun Ming to open the door

"Ah, my good friend Yifan," Song Zhaixing said with a hint of gratitude and jest.

Star Picking

Song Zhaixing realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately pulled the little girl to ask, "What is your name?"

The mother held her nine-year-old son's hand, and upon seeing Jian Yifan, she became extremely anxious, "It has been half a month now. Every Monday, he starts to have a stomachache. He is fine at home, but as soon as we arrive at the school gate, he begins to feel unwell. We have visited all the hospitals in Hanzhou, and there is nothing wrong with him. What should we do, doctor?"

Song Zhaixing immediately grasped a glimmer of hope and called out to her: "You are feeling unwell, aren't you? I know you are in pain, but look at your own hands."

Jian Yifan was somewhat surprised, "Is the death sentence pronounced so quickly?"

In early autumn, the lark outside the window circles endlessly above the willow branches, while fragmented sunlight filters through the leaves, swaying in the wind like gold. The lotus leaves in the distant pond have not yet withered, remaining lush and green. The mist flows like emeralds, and the scenery all around is splendid. For a moment, Song Zhaixing seemed to return to when she was seven or eight years old, a time when she relied solely on her mother, and it was also an autumn when her mother took her to the psychiatric department.

Today, my luck is indeed poor, to the utmost degree

Song Zhaixing slumped dejectedly on the sofa, a sudden surge of hatred towards Li Weixi welled up in her heart, or more accurately, jealousy. This was a case she had fought for over half a year, with her thesis analysis and research comprising hundreds of pages. Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived, he effortlessly obtained this opportunity.

Today ... ... Thank you. Song Zhaixing slowly stood up, recalling the way he had embraced her, and suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable

The middle-aged woman shook her head, "I cannot drink water; as soon as I drink water, I vomit it out. Drinking porridge is also not possible. For these past few years, I have relied entirely on eating fruit"

Immediately afterwards, other sounds began to surge in continuously

Jian Yifan's smile reveals eight teeth, and Song Zhaixing, having spent two years with him, always finds him to be incredibly fierce at such moments

Suburb, Yunmi Prison

"Are you talking about Wei Xi?" Yun Yuehua looked at Li Wei Xi and couldn't help but smile, "Wei Xi holds a Master's degree in Psychological Counseling from Harvard University and a Doctor's degree in Psychology from Stanford University, specializing in Clinical Psychology and Psychopathology, with high expertise in Cognitive Neuropsychology and Psychophysiology. He returned from the United States this month and has been directly appointed as a psychological expert in our department, and he will be your colleague from now on"

Having just seen off Wang Shijie, Jian Yifan immediately took over the measurement form of the next visitor. The visitor was a middle-aged woman in her early forties, who appeared somewhat nervous in front of him. "Doctor, I haven't had a drop of water in twelve years. Do you think there is a psychological issue?"

"Here, this is the locksmith's phone number." Jian Yifan opened his palm, and a string of phone numbers immediately came into view, seemingly always prepared to handle situations like hers. "I am truly curious how someone so inept in life can excel in psychology."

I am so tired, really so tired. Only by dying can I be freed from all of this. I am not good, I am not excellent enough, I am sorry to you all...

Kyoto University Hospital Department of Psychiatry

Do not mention it. The deceased is Liu Qinghai's wife, and there are his fingerprints and footprints at the scene. The victim also has his hair on her body, yet he insists he cannot remember how he killed her, making it impossible to obtain a confession. The evidence chain is still insufficient. Sun Ming sighed, paused at the door of the interrogation room, glanced at his watch, and said earnestly to him, "Old classmate, I have made a guarantee to our director, you must make this guy speak today."

"Hypnosis?" Sun Ming became excited again upon hearing this. "Does hypnosis require any specific tools? I see on television that they use things like clocks and pendulums. I can find one for you."

Regarding this, Song Zhaixing quickly reminded him: "Those children will all need psychological counseling afterward; let Fang Lin and the police follow up on this."

Both of them at the same time: "Lin Fan?!"

Song Zhaixing kicked him with his foot and said, "Could you show some restraint with your words"

Um ... ...

As Song Zhaixing stepped out, she happened to see Jian Yifan and her child entering the consultation room. It seems that "Monday Barrier Syndrome" has become a frequent occurrence and indeed requires attention. She recalled the research topic she had been working on lately and thought that such symptoms should also be included.

Perhaps what she needs is not time, but your concern for her

Song Zhaixing took the measurement form from Wenjing's hand, glanced at the visitor, and asked, "Did you have trouble sleeping last night?"

Liu Qinghai shook his head, but after a few seconds, he nodded again

Hmm... Song Zhaixing slumped wearily on the sofa, feeling heavy with drowsiness

A perfectly proper self-introduction, completely unlike that of a high-achieving student who has returned from studying in the United States. Song Zhaixing subconsciously glanced at him, and when their eyes met, she was captivated by his gaze, which was as deep as a dark pool. Those were exceptionally clear and bright eyes, making it impossible to forget after just one glance

Song Zhaixing called for Wenjing, "Immediately have her complete the SCL self-assessment, SAS anxiety self-assessment, and SDS depression self-assessment"

The director, Xia Xia is currently suffering from severe anxiety and high levels of depression, and she should immediately receive psychological treatment. Her father not only neglects the emotional needs of the child but also exacerbates the situation. We are unable to communicate effectively with him. Furthermore, in my view, the one who is unwell is not just the girl, but also her irritable father.

Sun Ming laughed and said: "You are quite impressive. Don't you psychologists usually enjoy analyzing others? To be honest, almost all criminals fall for this trick, but this Liu Qinghai is different. We have exhausted all our interrogation techniques on him, yet he refuses to confess. Without a confession, we cannot convict him, which is quite distressing for us."

Song Zhaixing placed the measurement form into his hand and said, "Sir, your results from the Holland Occupational Themes questionnaire and the Cattell 16 Personality Factors Questionnaire both indicate that you have a typical executor personality. You tend to prefer concrete tasks, are not very articulate, and enjoy working independently. At the same time, you appreciate precision, enjoy logical analysis and reasoning, possess a strong thirst for knowledge, and are willing to think critically." After observing him for a moment, Song Zhaixing continued, "I guess you are either an engineer or an analyst"

Song Zhaixing nodded slightly and said, "How about you come with me to the consultation room, and we can talk some more?"

Liu Qinghai obediently sniffed and then picked up one of the cups, his voice hoarse: "This is vinegar. The one next to you is water, and the remaining cup contains diluted alcohol"

Jian Yifan still feels a lingering fear, "The influence of idols on children is too significant. You have done your best."

You are the one with a mental illness, how dare you make my daughter see a psychologist! You are insulting my daughter, and even more so, you are insulting me!

I am afraid of going to school, afraid of exams, and I have nightmares every day at school.

Jian Yifan nodded slightly, "Fortunately, they are just children. As long as their parents are willing to cooperate, the situation should improve"

A-Xing! Have you entered the house?

"Twelve years?" Song Zhaixing and Jian Yifan were both taken aback.

Jian Yifan listened attentively and quickly reassured her, "We have received several cases with this symptom, and it is indeed a psychological issue. Please tell me more about the child's situation. We will have a discussion meeting tomorrow, and I will communicate with you afterward about the treatment plan."

Song Zhaixing entered the office and signed in, continuing to speak to Jian Yifan: "You are a psychologist after all, how come you falter when it comes to blind dates? Next time, you should sit in the corner and let her sit opposite you. The corner position faces the entire restaurant, and the comings and goings of people, as well as the waiters serving dishes, can easily distract attention. Facing the corner, she will only be able to look at you the whole time, which will deepen her impression of you."

The girl gradually quieted down, and Song Zhaixing guessed that she had turned off the external sound and was about to intervene. "There are a total of 206 bones in our body, including 29 cranial bones, 51 trunk bones, and 126 limb bones. If you want to know, I can tell you the names of all 206 bones one by one. Your skull, hyoid bone, ulna, and tibia—they have shaped who you are today. In addition, your body contains between 40 trillion and 60 trillion cells, as well as connective tissues, capillaries, a digestive system, a circulatory system, and a ligament system. Your skull, hyoid bone, ulna, and tibia—they have shaped who you are today. Furthermore, your body contains between 40 trillion and 60 trillion cells, along with connective tissues, capillaries, a digestive system, a circulatory system, and a ligament system. All of these! They exist to sustain your life. When you are sad, they feel sad; when you are distressed, they share in your distress. For them, living is all about you!"

However, you must promise me to inquire about the pediatric nurse, Gao Can

You little brat, I provide you with food and clothing, what have I done to wrong you? You refuse to study properly, who do you think you are being disrespectful to? Your father works himself to the bone every day at the office, and I can't even spare the money for a bottle of water just so you can succeed in life. Not going to school! Not eating! What are you trying to do, kill yourself?" The man continued to curse without end, and after finishing his tirade, he turned and began to yell at his seven or eight-year-old daughter.

The voice began to lower, even becoming somewhat intermittent. Song Zhaixing immediately asked the other party: "I am a doctor, please trust me. Where does it hurt? Can you tell me?"

Li Weixi's gaze was profound and inscrutable, revealing not a trace of clarity. "He did not commit the murder. At the crime scene, he experienced intense stimulation, resulting in temporary amnesia, which is why he cannot recall the entire process. The true murderer is his brother, Liu Fushan"

Song Zhaixing wiped his eyes with his sleeve and said dejectedly, "Another one has died"

My father has a new woman, and my mother hits me every day

I will go in and take a look, and I won't send you any more.

Li Weixi shook his head, pointed at a black mold spot on the ceiling, and managed a smile, "It will do."

Jian Yifan walked out holding the measurement sheet, fearing that Song Zhaixing would scold him to his face for being thick-skinned

Li Weixi stood up and slowly walked towards the door. The moment he opened the door, he was immediately met with Sun Ming's concerned inquiry: "How is it? Have they confessed?"

This truly surprises me and also makes me feel heartbroken. I know you must feel very tired and it has been very hard, right? You also feel wronged and angry, don't you? The sleeplessness is due to anxiety, and you may have been depressed for a while because of it. I am a psychologist, and I want to tell you that mental illness is just like how we can catch a cold or sneeze; everyone experiences it. Although some people may have a longer duration of this mental cold, it will definitely pass as long as you are willing to face it. Please, summon all the strength and courage from your bones, cells, and bodily systems to confront it.

The corridor was both deep and dark, and the sound of military boots striking the floor echoed sharply. For a moment, the sunlight streaming in through the short window stung Li Weixi's eyes, and he instinctively raised his sleeve to shield them, only to hear Sun Ming shout: "The light is broken, it's a bit dark, and the environment is not very good"

It is good that you are fine

Jian Yifan was a bit confused, "So how have you survived these past ten years? By drinking porridge?"

A Xing, I think you might be experiencing a clash with the Tai Sui this year, how could your luck be so poor? You should quickly get in touch with your boyfriend in the United States; who knows, in a couple of days he might not want you anymore

Sun Ming suddenly felt like a startled bird, "His brother... yesterday... he came to see him yesterday"

Jian Yifan had just come out of the consultation room when he saw Song Zhaixing and quickly approached him, displaying a demeanor akin to a well-behaved Samoyed. Song Zhaixing patted him on the shoulder, "You seem to be in a good mood, young master. Is there new progress in your blind date?"

Li Weixi showed him the test results just now, "The three cups of liquid on the table are actually all plain water. The officer just applied hand cream on the back of his hand, but told him that this substance would cause an allergic reaction. As you can see, the back of his hand has indeed turned red. And this 0-8 point test, the higher the score, the more susceptible one is to suggestion."

Sun Ming escorted Li Weixi to the entrance and gave him a big hug: "Thanks to you for the Liu Qinghai case, thank you, old classmate!"

Jian Yifan was even more shocked: "...the son of..."

Relax, children, relax. I can help you, hello? Hello!

Li Weixi signaled the officer to take Liu Qinghai out, leaving only himself and Sun Ming in the room. The high-wattage incandescent light finally revealed a scar on Sun Ming's neck, suddenly reminding him of how Sun Ming risked his life to protect him during their school days. Li Weixi raised his head slightly, still appearing languid, "Liu Qinghai is a person who is easily influenced. Based on his behavior, it would be difficult for him to commit murder alone"

The wind suddenly rises, and the trees make a rustling sound. Behind the trees, unnoticed by anyone, a pair of sinister eyes are fixed intently on Li Weixi in front of the prison, not letting go for a moment

"What?" Sun Ming looked at him incredulously, "How do you know she wants to divorce me?"

Song Zhaixing was extremely surprised: "The richest person in this city ... ... "

A Xing! Did you agree? Then you must help me!" Jian Yifan became increasingly agitated, wailing into the phone in the middle of the night.

"Look at your fingers, they are moving. Be quiet for a moment, can you still hear your own breathing? Look into the distance, what do you see?"

Can you tell me your name

Psychological Testing Room. 2:30 PM

"Zhai Xing, do you want to take a two-day break?" Yun Yuehua looked at her, her tone softening slightly, "In the future, if there are similar patients, do not be overly assertive, do not confront them directly, and prioritize the emotions of the parents."

Did she look back at you when she was leaving

"Report to your mother, the blind date is over"

"No appetite." Song Zhaixing said weakly, feeling utterly drained after a whole day.

Cloud Secret Prison

The man's strength was particularly great, and in one swift motion, he pushed Wen Jing to the ground. Amidst the chaos of the crowd, he then raised a stool and brought it down heavily on the glass window beside Song Zhaixing. The shards of glass fell down upon her, cutting her face. She felt her hair become sticky, her ears rang incessantly, and she fell straight backward.

Song Zhaixing sat on the sofa with a bandage on her forehead, while Jian Yifan sighed and peeled an apple for her

Jian Yifan usually fears the stern director the most. Hearing her yell at him like that made his heart skip a beat, and he quickly sat up straight. However, out of the corner of his eye, he still caught sight of the man standing at the door, who seemed to leave a deep impression on him. He suddenly exclaimed, "Aren't you the one who took A Xing for bandaging?"

I... I was bullied by others in the class, they made me drink urine...

Wang Shijie looked at the measurement form in his hand and suddenly understood, "Are you saying that even if you promote me to a leadership position, I still wouldn't be able to perform well in that role?"

Jian Yifan thought seriously for a moment, "Nothing special. I found a corner to sit in while eating, and she actually praised the waiter for being handsome."

I have not slept for half a year, I am very tired, and if I die, I will no longer be tired

5:15 PM. Director's office

Ha! Hahahahaha... We should just die!

"The psychology department is a place that helps you understand yourself better," Song Zhaixing said with a smile.

Song Zhaixing did not wish to argue with him; after putting on her white coat, she entered the psychological testing room. Before 8:30 in the morning, a line had already formed at the entrance of the testing room, with individuals ranging from children to middle-aged women, from young men to elderly ladies, each carrying their own stories. The psychology department witnesses the emotional changes of society every day, from the elderly man's post-war trauma, the fractured relationships of couples, to the anxiety of today's office workers and the frequent occurrences of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Psychologists face a diverse array of individuals daily, addressing various issues, all of whom steadfastly uphold their love for this profession and firmly believe that their existence can help others live a little better.

Song Zhaixing immediately started running, "Initiate crisis intervention at once! Keep the line open!"

There was a full minute of silence, with no sound from the opposite side. Song Zhaixing waited quietly until a faint sound emerged

Hurry and eat a piece, may you be safe and sound

Song Zhaixing imagined the scene, the girl's blood splattering from her skull, her limbs broken, flesh and bone separated, her face unrecognizable. The uproar that followed made her quickly discern in her mind whether this was to stimulate the remaining children to choose a quicker death or to frighten them into hesitation for a moment.

Today has been quite exhausting, let's take a break

A-Xing! We need to eliminate Li Weixi and regain the Lin Fan case

Jian Yifan arrived at the department a year earlier than Song Zhaixing, yet her promotion speed is far behind that of Song Zhaixing. Since joining the psychiatry department, Song Zhaixing has been efficient and decisive in her work, treating patients with gentleness and patience. On the surface, she appears weak and harmless, but internally, she is passionate and expressive. After two years in the department, she has progressed from the measurement room to the consultation room, and is now an academic committee member of the Psychiatry Branch of the Hanzhou Medical Association, a clinical psychology supervisor, and a senior expert in psychology, with numerous titles that attest to her exceptional capabilities. In terms of professional competence, Jian Yifan has no need to worry about Song Zhaixing. However, today she seems particularly fatigued, and Jian Yifan wonders if the words of others have also pricked her, bringing to mind some unpleasant memories

Song Zhaixing communicated with the person on the other end of the phone again and again, until tears streamed down her face, yet she seemed oblivious to it. She heard the sound of crying from the other side, listened to the children's more heartfelt confessions, and heard the noisy footsteps along with the teachers' concerned voices for them. Finally, she let out a sigh of relief, slowly hung up the phone, and collapsed into the chair.

"My chest hurts... it hurts so much, it hurts..." Another girl took the phone, and from her voice, she seemed to be around twelve or thirteen years old. As she spoke, she began to cry.

"Oh my, how do you know this?" Wang Shijie stared at her with wide eyes, looking incredulous. "What you said earlier is also correct; I do prefer to work alone and am not very fond of mingling with colleagues"

"Do not quarrel over the stars; let Yifan take care of it," Yun Yuehua habitually tapped her index finger on the table. "As for Weixi, I plan to have him work with me on Lin Fan's case."

Song Zhaixing immediately wrote down "near the school, abandoned rooftop, facing the mountain" on a piece of white paper and then handed it to Fang Lin, who promptly dialed the emergency number

Li Weixi patted him on the shoulder, and suddenly heard the loud ringing of the alarm in the prison, causing him to frown unconsciously

I have no objections to you taking Lin Fan's case, after all, you have worked hard for so long! But today, it turns out that neither you nor I get it, and it is actually given to a newcomer who just arrived!

Li Weixi was taken aback by the sudden embrace, yet a lazy smile still lingered on his face. "Go back and give your wife a hug, and she won't divorce you."

After bidding farewell to the two individuals, Wang Shijie finally let out a sigh of relief. Before leaving, he took one last look at the words "Department of Clinical Psychology," feeling a sense of warmth that was much greater than when he first arrived. As he descended the stairs, the sunlight bathed him warmly, mirroring his current mood.

In the interrogation room, beads of fine sweat emerged on Li Weixi's forehead as he issued his final command to the sleeping Liu Qinghai: "In one minute, I will wake you up. Now, I will count down from five to one. When I reach one, you will be fully awake. Five... you are beginning to gradually awaken, your muscles becoming elastic and strong... Four... your mind is clear now, and you can start to distinguish various sounds... Three... you are more awake... Two... you are completely awake... your mind is clear, and you can start to distinguish various sounds... Three... you are more awake... Two... you are completely awake... One! Wake up."

None of you are allowed to touch my daughter! If anyone says my daughter is mentally ill, I will kill them!

Song Zhaixing was so angry that his nose started to bleed. Jian Yifan suddenly shouted, "A Xing, you are bleeding from your nose! Hurry and wipe it, I feel a bit faint at the sight of blood, I can't take it anymore"

Oh my! A-Xing, you are truly a master of romance

Sun Ming was astonished for quite a while, then lowered his head to glance at his watch once more, and after a long pause, he bitterly remarked: "Nana always says that I am too busy and have no time to accompany her. In our line of work, who has the luxury to stay at home idly every day"

Song Zhaixing looked at the woman, whose skin was dark and complexion rosy, appearing very healthy. It seemed that the lack of water had become less harmful to her. However, it was ultimately a psychological issue that needed thorough consultation. Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly saw Fang Lin rush out of the office, shouting at her: "A Xing! Someone is calling to commit suicide! It's a mass suicide!"

They are all perverts! Not a single one of them is a good person! They are all devils, tormenting me every day. They are all selfish beings, they are evil spirits!

Yunmi Prison, Hanzhou City

However, Song Zhaixing had already fallen into a deep sleep, sprawled out in every direction. The bruising on her head and the overwhelming fatigue had completely worn her down, even in her dreams, she found herself arguing with Xia Xia's father. Only a trace of tears at the corner of her eyes held the remnants of all her efforts today and the memories awakened by them. When she was eight years old, at the moment she was about to take her own life, the person who had pulled her back and given her a second chance was someone she would never have the opportunity to meet again in this lifetime.

Fang Lin had just returned from the police station when she immediately rushed into the consultation room to provide relaxation therapy for the aunt who refused to drink water. Director Yun Yuehua and Deputy Director Wu Cong had been in meetings at the hospital all day, and the only remaining staff member, Sun Sirui, had taken a leave of absence. With the psychology department already short-staffed, Jian Yifan and Song Zhaixing were overwhelmed with work, to the extent that even Jian Yifan's mother's calls urging marriage were answered by Wen Jing.

Collective suicide

"Go ahead and laugh at me. If it weren't for my mother urging me, would I even consider blind dating?" Jian Yifan leaned closer to her, pleadingly, "But I would like you to help me analyze whether that girl was attracted by my handsome looks."

8 minutes

Please pay attention to your wording. Where have I failed in matchmaking? I am making sacrifices to break the feudal four olds and for the sake of free marriage in the new era

Wang Shijie awkwardly scratched his head, looking back at the line of people behind him and shyly smiled, "Forget it, it's not a serious issue. I was just confused in my mind, but now that you've mentioned it, I understand completely. It seems the leaders must also be aware of my shortcomings. I have never had a fortune in officialdom; I am just destined to be a worker."

Jian Yifan, the star has been tormented to death by you

Gao Can walked straight to Song Zhaixing's side, coldly observing the father and daughter he had brought, and said helplessly: "You should quickly take a look at his daughter; there is nothing wrong with her, yet she cannot go to school, cannot sleep, and whenever she is touched, she flinches and dodges."

The little girl stared at her with wide eyes, yet remained silent for a long time.

Jian Yifan winced in pain, simply putting down the apple, with an air of brazen confidence, "Don't be afraid, A Xing. I have many handsome friends around me. If he really doesn't want you anymore, I can arrange five blind dates for you in a day"

Jian Yifan, feeling unconvinced, said, "That's just perfect! I am not satisfied with her either."

How is it? Just after a failed blind date, you are already thinking about someone else

The frenzied, coarse, and excited voices continued to echo, and no one was listening to Song Zhaixing's words, making the situation increasingly critical

Hello, I am Li Weixi

A Xing! I am not convinced!

If someone bullies you, you should tell your teacher, inform your parents, and speak to your friends. You can also report it to the police. You need to exercise well to make yourself strong. You are not at fault; they are the ones who have made a mistake. Similarly, it is they who should be punished, not you

Liu Qinghai suddenly sat up halfway, gasping for breath as if he had just completed a vigorous exercise, his entire body drenched.

Yun Yuehua sat solemnly at her desk, watching Jian Yifan, who was in a disheveled state, with even his eyebrows furrowed downwards