On the breakfast table, Ding Xun was still obediently making breakfast for everyone, and couldn't tell what she was. In short, everyone was used to it. Ding Xun suddenly spoke, "Qiaoqiao, your face seems to be very bad."
"Is that? I don't think so." Huang Qiao answered casually, and Xiang Zichen also glanced at her face and found that it was really a little pale.
"Aunt, do you believe in the profession of a psychiatrist?" Ding Xun asked when he shifted his target.
"Well, I knew it when I was abroad. It was a very special profession." The old witch said while eating breakfast.
"I think Qiaoqiao may be because of her stress and she has some psychological illnesses. Why not take her to see a psychologist?" Ding Xun suggested carefully.
"I'm not sick, why do I have to see a psychologist?" Huang Qiao asked back.
"Haha, no depressed patient admits that he is sick, do you think?" Ding Xun smiled proudly.
"Auntie, why not do this? I knew a friend who was a psychiatrist before. I called him later and asked her to give us a test. It would be better if we were not sick. How about treating us if we were sick?" Ding Xun tentatively
Said.
The old witch nodded: "Okay, after a while, you can arrange it."
"I won't participate. I don't want to be hypnotized." Xiang Zichen was very careful, so he didn't believe anyone. After dinner, he wiped his mouth gracefully and left.
Huang Qiao looked up at Ding Xun: "What trick do you want to play again?"
"I'm for everyone's good." Ding Xun smiled mysteriously.
Huang Qiao suddenly felt that she was very childish, like a child, always doing things to attract other people's attention.
After the meal, sure enough, a guy who called himself a psychologist came...
And he is also a foreigner. Ding Xun smiled and introduced: "This is my friend Iverson. She will give us psychological tests later. People with illnesses will have to go to her place for treatment regularly."
"Hi, my name is Iverson." The American man, who looked about thirty, greeted him with a smile.
But Huang Qiao has no favoritism for her...
What can a simple test explain, but everyone thinks that Huang Qiao is really depressed.
"Iverson, are you a professional psychologist? Do you only know these tricks?" Huang Qiao has lived abroad for many years and knows a little bit about psychological treatment.
"Mrs. Xiang, if you don't mind, can you take my test alone?" Iverson said politely.
"Okay." Huang Qiao said with a smile.
"Please lie on the sofa, close your eyes, and follow my instructions." Iverson said calmly.
Huang Qiao did everything, she lay flat on the sofa, gently closing her eyes...
Ding Xun and the old witch were watching...
"Okay, please relax, take a deep breath, OK, yes, just like that, stretch your hands straight and flat. Now, I tied a hydrogen balloon on your left hand, the pink hydrogen balloon, the balloon drives your hands, gradually
Ascend, yes, your left hand is lifted by a hydrogen balloon and slowly rises." Iverson said softly.
Huang Qiao's left hand really began to lift up slightly, and the old witch felt it was incredible...
"Now, I tied a stone on your right hand. This stone is very round and heavy. Your right hand can't resist its power and gradually begins to fall. Yes, that's it. You can't resist such a heavy stone, so your right hand has been on the verge of
Whereabouts.” Iverson said lightly, but very useful.
I saw that Huang Qiao's originally stable arms had become a big gap, with her left hand on top and her right hand on bottom...
Accompanied by sighs, Huang Qiao opened her eyes and saw that her arms were very different...
Iverson smiled slightly: "Mrs. Xiang, you suffer from moderate depression. I hope you can cooperate with my treatment, otherwise it will become severe and you may commit suicide."
"I'm not sick." Huang Qiao stood up and insisted.
"You need to cooperate with the treatment. I have the final say. I don't want a patient with depression at home at all times." The old witch issued a forced order.