"I was riding too fast just now and almost hit him. I was afraid that he would have an accident." Shen Shiyu explained simply.
"He suffered from acute myocardial ischemia, which caused abnormalities in the cardiac conduction system, leading to cardiac arrest. It has nothing to do with you." The man's words were calm, and there was no hint that he had just experienced a life-and-death battle.
A car passed by the road, and the man put his hand on Shen Shiyu's forearm and took her aside.
"Sorry," he said as he let go.
His face is full of heroism, and his facial features are exquisitely contoured, like a white-faced martial artist on the stage. He is wearing a very ordinary shirt, but people can still tell at a glance that he has an excellent demeanor.
"Thank you." Shen Shiyu said again.
"No need."
The man nodded, and his lowered eyebrows made it impossible for her to tell whether he was smiling.
Wu Mo's psychological clinic was really busy these days. Shen Shiyu watched him receive patients during the day and stay in the office reading information at night for two or three days in a row.
She and Wu Mo met by chance. On the plane when she returned to China, she was reading a book about psychology. He sat next to her and chatted with her.
They had a very good chat, and he said that he also lived in Beishi and was a psychiatrist.
What's even more coincidental is that he was also Lan Youyin's teacher at a domestic university.
With this relationship, Wu Mo soon learned that Shen Shiyu had obtained the qualification certificate of a psychological counselor before going abroad, so he wanted to invite her to come to the clinic to be a doctor, but Shen Shiyu refused.
"I have a knot in my heart," she said.
"Everyone has it in their mind. If you can't solve it, at least adapting to the habit is a smart choice."
This relationship lasted six years, and she thought she had already adapted to it.
However, the feelings mentioned in the patient information always started well but did not end well. She felt the same way. This was a taboo for psychiatrists.
Later, Wu Mo learned about her situation and gave her a book on criminal psychology. "Getting a degree is also a good choice. Now the public security agencies are also in short supply of talents."
The word "public security agency" made Shen Shiyu's expression pause. After realizing it, she felt that she was too weak.
Shen Shiyu has been working here for several months, and her office is next to Wu Mo's. She is considered his assistant, but according to Wu Mo, her external position is that of a psychiatrist.
There were only a few people in the clinic, and she didn't usually talk to other employees, but everyone respected her.
"Shigure, please help me put this information in the cabinet so that it doesn't get mixed up." Wu Mo handed out the folder. "The client has an appointment to see a doctor on the 5th in the afternoon. You can call me later to confirm."
"Okay." Shen Shiyu remembered everything in his heart.
Wu Moyou explained a few things about his work, and someone knocked on the door.
"Teacher Wu, there are a few policemen outside, saying they are here to consult you about something."
Wu Mo was stunned for a moment. "Invite them in."
There was a chaotic sound of footsteps approaching outside the door. The employee opened the door, and two men walked in one after another. One walked in and shook hands with Wu Mo, and the other leaned against the door and glanced at the two people in the room.
"Shigure, go get some water."
Shen Shiyu quickly responded and then left the house without raising his head.
In fact, she thought that this day would come. After all, Sang Shengli had a record of receiving treatment in a clinic before his death, so it was understandable that the police would investigate this.
Just meeting him again, she still couldn't calm down.
That's right, in the past six years, her nerves would tremble even when she heard about people and things related to him. Now that he was standing in front of her alive, it was nonsense for her to pretend to be calm.
"How long has Sang Shengli been treated at your place?" Xiang Hang asked.
"About half a year." Wu Mo replied.
"What disease does he have?"
"Sexual dysfunction."
Xiang Hang was a little confused. "Can you cure this?"
"He is mentally disturbed."
Xiang Hang nodded and recorded a few entries in his notebook.
"Is his illness innate or caused by the day after tomorrow?" Next to him, Chu Wuzheng was sitting on the sofa, holding the buckle of his leather jacket casually with his hands.
"His disorder was mainly due to an accident six months ago."
"What accident?"
Wu Mo hesitated.
So Xiang Hang spoke again. "In a criminal case, any related incident may be a clue, so we hope you will cooperate and help us find out the truth as soon as possible."
"He caught his wife cheating on her," Wu Mo said.
Half a year ago, Sang Shengli, who was on a business trip, returned home with great expectations on his birthday, only to see Luo Hong and another man in the bedroom.
Sang Shengli chose to forgive, but since then, when facing Luo Hong, he could no longer be interested, and his family was too busy with the child. In desperation, he found a psychological clinic for treatment.
Having said this, Shen Shiyu came in to bring water, and she placed the three cups of tea on the coffee table in order.
But just because he was afraid that something would come his way, the glass of water placed on the armrest of the sofa was unstable and spilled onto the back of Chu Wuzheng's hand.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Shen Shiyu quickly handed him a tissue.
Chu Wuzheng waved his hand but didn't pick it up.
"……I did not do it on purpose."
"It doesn't matter." Chu Wuzheng lowered his head and dusted off the water, his face expressionless.
Shen Shiyu felt that she was actually not suitable for serving tea and water, especially for Chu Wuzheng.
Just like when she and Nan Shao were studying together in the United States, Chu Wu Zheng came to see Nan Shao, and she happened to be there too. While the two were talking, she poured him a cup of tea and spilled it on his coat.
.
"I didn't mean it!" She was frightened at the time.
"It's okay if you do it on purpose." Chu Wuzheng happily picked up his clothes and shook them out. "You are quite good. You can tell that even in this winter, my coat is also short of water."
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but this time, it’s the same time of sprinkling water, it’s the same winter, and almost even the words are the same.
However, the contrast is stark.
Shen Shiyu wiped away the water stains on the ground and walked out.
When he saw her, Xiang Hang thought of Sang Shengli's emotional problems, but since Chu Wuzheng was not around, he had to make insidious remarks.
"How is the relationship between Sang Shengli and his wife?"
Wu Mo thought for a while. "He is very good to his wife."
"Okay..." Xiang Hang obviously didn't believe it. "What are you referring to?"
"In all aspects, Boss Sang loves his wife very much. Even after what happened before, he still wants to continue living with his wife."
Xiang Hang scratched his head. He was worried that he didn't know how to speak. Chu Wuzheng calmly said a loud word behind him: "Ask."
"..." Xiang Hang spoke immediately. "Has he ever mentioned to you that he has female friends besides his wife?"
Although Xiang Hang tried his best to speak tactfully, Wu Mo still understood quickly. "You mean lover?"
Xiang Hang's hair stood on end as he nodded stiffly.
"No." Wu Mo replied.
After the interrogation was over, Wu Mo asked his subordinates to take out Sang Shengli's information and read the copies one by one according to Chu Wuzheng's wishes.
In front of the printing room door, Shen Shiyu no longer knew how many times she had passed by. Looking at the calm figure inside, she walked in anyway.
Chu Wuzheng only glanced at her when she appeared in his sight, and then just stared at the screen in front of him.
"You..." After speaking, Shen Shiyu realized that he had nothing to say.
She had always felt that it was too vulgar to start a reunion with "How are you doing?", but facing him, she didn't have the courage to say even such a simple sentence.
The ajar door was pushed open, Xiang Hang took a step in and stopped where he was.
Shen Shiyu and him looked at each other, but Chu Wuzheng didn't even look at him.
"Uh... I think I still have some information that I haven't taken. I'll go check it out again." After saying that, he walked out without even having time to put down the documents in his hands, and closed the door.