The young man took a deep breath and said, "I suggest you try another subject."
"What subject?"
Mother Xiao, who had been listening quietly, asked the question at the right time.
She was really a little curious.
Is there any other department besides otology where I can see this problem?
"Psychic Science."
The young man spoke word by word.
He almost lost control of his temper and burst out on the spot.
He spent so much time and money, but in the end he got this sentence?!
...
Mother Xiao covered her mouth with a look of surprise.
Psychiatry?
What the doctor means...is this young man experiencing auditory hallucinations?
Xiao's mother immediately understood what the doctor meant.
To be honest, this is indeed a possibility.
...
"I was very angry."
"The mood is really bad."
The young man rubbed his ears vigorously.
"But now that I think about it..."
The young man stuffed another piece of mung bean cake into his mouth, "Maybe... I should do as the doctor said... go to the psychiatry department to check in?"
"If I want to solve the problem, I can't hide the problem and avoid treatment."
"Are you right?"
The young man looked at Xiao's mother.
"right."
Mother Xiao nodded.
“The sooner we discover the root cause of the problem, the more appropriate medicine can be prescribed, and the problem can be solved earlier.”
"You can stop being like this as soon as possible..."
Mother Xiao thought for a moment and said, "I'm annoyed."
"Um."
The young man pursed his lips and said, "You are right."
"I just......"
"You know, there's some resistance to going to a psychiatrist."
"I feel like I'm mentally fine."
"If others find out that I went to see a psychiatrist, I..."
No matter how young people think about it, they feel a little awkward.
"Hey~"
The young man let out a long sigh.
.....
Xiao's mother knew the young man's concerns.
And she doesn’t think it’s young people who think too much.
Some people really don't think too much, but some people really do think too much.
Those who think too much may have some changes in their eyes when looking at young people.
"Do you hear the sound now too?"
Xiao's mother asked with concern.
Mother Xiao's expression showed no strangeness, which made the young man's slightly raised heart return to its original place.
This lady boss is really nice.
The young man couldn't help but curl up his lips.
There was no doubt or perfunctory.
It's like hearing a common trouble and showing appropriate concern.
"Um."
The young man nodded, "As time passes, I will probably get used to this sound."
The young man smiled bitterly.
"perhaps-"
The young man thought thoughtfully, "Should I go to the temple to worship?"
"Isn't it possible that I got caught in something dirty?"
"Even if it's to get rid of bad luck."
"Hey~"
The young man's shoulders slumped, "For someone like me who only thinks about praying to God and worshiping Buddha when something happens, the Buddha probably won't pay attention to me, right?"
"It's good to go to the temple and calm down."
Mother Xiao's eyebrows were crescent, "Actually, our teahouse is quite peaceful."
"If you like the atmosphere here, you can come here more often in the future."
"good."
The young man laughed a little.
Sure enough, it's the boss's wife.
...
"Maybe if your mind becomes calm, those voices that bother you will disappear."
Mother Xiao's eyes lit up.
This is also possible.
Maybe the sounds young people heard at first were real, but could the sounds they heard frequently later be the psychological effects of young people?
Because I am always concerned about those strange sounds... On the one hand, I resist those sounds, and on the other hand, I unconsciously search for those sounds...
So, could it be that as long as young people try not to pay attention to those strange sounds and keep themselves calm, maybe... they will find that those strange sounds are no longer there?
Xiao's mother didn't know.
She hoped so.
...
The young man was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly, "It's possible."
"I really care about those sounds."
"These sounds can't be imagined by me, can they?"
"The doctor was right."
"My nerves have been too tense and my mood has been unstable during this period. I need to go to a psychiatrist or a psychological counselor."
"Being aware of the problem is the most important thing."
Mother Xiao smiled.
"Guest, I hope you can get rid of those noises as soon as possible."
"Thanks."
The young man smiled gratefully at Xiao's mother.
He felt that he had come to the right teahouse this time.
The teahouse is indeed a good place to relax.
...
After work that day, the young man came to Xiao's Teahouse again.
He has been coming here for a week in a row.
He sat down in his old seat without having to be greeted by Xiao's mother.
The relatively secluded environment revealed a bad mood on his face.
He took a deep breath.
The depression in my heart could not be dissipated at all.
...
"Small hole."
Xiao's mother walked to the table where the young man was sitting.
"Bad mood?"
Whether it was the expression on the young man's face or the irritated and depressed aura around him, Mother Xiao felt that her words were somewhat knowing.
"......Um."
After hesitating for a while, the young man honestly admitted that he was not in a good state at this time.
"Old question?"
Mother Xiao understood.
"Um."
The young man nodded.
He reached out and rubbed his temples vigorously.
"I've been to the temple too."
"This is the first time I worship Buddha so devoutly."
The young man twitched his lips, but frowned, "I've been there for several days."
"I come to the teahouse every day."
"I feel like I'm at peace."
"Sometimes I think I succeeded."
"The sound is really gone."
"But no."
"That voice is always there."
"Every time I think it's gone, it appears again."
"I don't know what to do anymore."
"Maybe...even if I really resist, I should go to a psychiatrist."
The young man's voice was deep.
"I don't really have any mental problems, do I?"
He has been resisting seeing a psychiatrist. On the one hand, he is really worried that if others find out, he will be viewed through colored glasses or gossiped about.
But on the other hand... he might be... afraid.
He thinks there is nothing wrong with him.
He feels that he has this confidence.
But if it's found out...
Does he actually have a problem?
...
"Small hole."
Xiao's mother looked at the young man with worried eyes.
At this time, the young man was in a daze with a slightly helpless and frightened expression, like a lost child.
The young man came to his senses.
He smiled at Xiao's mother and said, "Sorry."
His expression was one of pretending to be calm and relaxed.
"I've been really bothering you for a while."
"I always tell you unpleasant things."
"I am sorry."
"I don't know who to talk to in this situation."
"I can't let my parents worry about me."
"My friends, I don't want them to know either."
"Actually, after I graduated from college, I didn't have a good enough relationship with my current colleagues to say this."
"I'm always worried by myself."
...
"I was trained by the leader today."
The young man told the reason why he was feeling particularly depressed today.