The room was very dark, and the curtains were closed during the day. At this time, a woman with sharp curves wearing a purple nightgown was standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window with her back to the door.
He stretched out his hand, leaned forward slowly, and said to Lin Weiyu without looking back: "Weiyu, do you think that if I jump like this, all the pain will be relieved?"
After saying that, the woman did not jump directly, but slowly turned around.
Qin Luo saw an alluring face, and in Qin Luo's eyes, the woman was really beautiful, and her appearance was no weaker than Su Ruoxue!
The woman glanced at Qin Luo next to Lin Weiyu, curled her lips slightly, and revealed a sarcastic smile:
"Wei Yu, why do you bother? This disease is my life and it will not be cured!"
Lin Weiyu sighed, walked to the woman's side, held her little hand, and said seriously: "Qingcheng, you can't always be like this, you should be more sunny. Will your illness recover?"
Qu Qingcheng waved his hand indifferently, pointed at Qin Luo and asked: "Tell me, where did you get this miracle doctor?"
"He is Qin Luo, the new director of our hospital, and he is also the teacher of Divine Doctor Sun!"
"Huh? Divine Doctor Sun's teacher?" Qu Qingcheng didn't expect it, and glanced at Qin Luo a few times, "You are actually the teacher of Divine Doctor Sun? So your medical skills should be very high? Then can you treat depression?
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"Qingcheng, Qin Luo has very good medical skills. I believe he can cure you." Lin Weiyu followed.
"Well, I'm looking forward to it. Just so I have an appointment with a psychiatric expert today. I want to see which of you is more capable." Qu Qingcheng said with a sudden smile.
From the beginning to the end, she gave people a very erratic feeling, and she seemed to have mental problems.
Lin Weiyu hurriedly came back to Qin Luo's ear and whispered: "Qu Qingcheng is deeply depressed. He has been seeing countless doctors for more than two years, but nothing has improved."
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and a servant entered the room with a man in his thirties, wearing a suit and leather shoes, who looked very elegant and handsome.
As soon as the man entered the room, he scanned the people present with his eyes unscrupulously.
Except for Qu Qingcheng, who had a look of amazement on his face when he glanced at him, he ignored everyone else. He had a strong aura with eyes above his head, which made everyone uncomfortable.
"Miss, Dr. Wang Teng from the mental hospital is here."
"Hello, Miss Qu Qingcheng, my name is Wang Teng. I just won the highest outstanding contribution award from the American Psychological Association last year. Now I work in the city bureau. It is my honor to treat you." Wang Teng bent down and saluted, and then said respectfully.
"Well, everyone, please sit down!" Qu Qingcheng raised his hand indifferently and said.
Wang Teng nodded, glanced at Qin Luo and Lin Weiyu, and immediately showed an unhappy look, asking: "Miss Qu, you also hired another doctor."
"I am the director of Tianren Hospital, and my name is Lin Weiyu. He is the top Chinese medicine doctor in our hospital, Qin Luo. He also came here to treat Qingcheng today." Lin Weiyu couldn't stand Xiang Wang Teng's arrogance.
"Senior," after hearing Wang Teng's words, he immediately retorted.
"Haha, it's really funny. How dare a person who studies Chinese medicine come to treat depression?" Wang Teng snorted, with an undisguised look of disdain on his gentle face.
"What's wrong with Chinese medicine! Chinese medicine is the quintessence of China!" Qin Luo said calmly, without fear of Wang Teng's contempt.
"Boy, you are too arrogant. According to my professional analysis, you have a typical narcissistic personality disorder.
If you have time to go to the city mental hospital, I can help you with shock therapy, maybe you can be saved." Wang Teng shot back.
"Haha," Qin Luo laughed loudly when he heard this, looked at Wang Teng again, and said:
"According to my professional analysis, your face is pale, your fingernails are blue, and your head is slightly bald. This is because you overdid certain things when you were a child, resulting in kidney yin deficiency. If you quit your hand addiction early, you might still be able to be a man."
"Haha!" Lin Weiyu couldn't help but laugh. Even Qu Qingcheng couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.
"You..." Wang Teng blushed.
Qin Luo is very right, his body is like this now.
But he couldn't admit it. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if he admitted it? He couldn't do this.
Of course, no one loses, so he responded with a blushing face: "I am an expert on returnees, so there is no depression that I can't cure!"
Before Qin Luo could speak, Qu Qingcheng said with a smile:
"Really?" Qu Qingcheng leaned on the imperial concubine's couch, looked Wang Teng up and down, and asked, "I wonder what good advice Dr. Wang has for treating deep depression?"
As soon as Wang Teng was asked this professional question, he immediately regained his confidence, pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said, "I wonder what clinical manifestations Miss Qu Qingcheng has?"
"Performance?" Qu Qingcheng smiled miserably, tilted her head back, and said tiredly: "A lot, depression, loss of appetite, irritability, no interest in everything, and this!"
Qu Qingcheng stretched out his left arm as he spoke and rolled up the cuff.
But under the cuffs, there was an unforgettable scene of tragedy, with dozens of scars of varying depths criss-crossing across the pink arms that were as white and tender as lotus roots, making people unable to help but feel regretful.
It's really a waste of natural resources.
"When you feel extremely uncomfortable, you can only realize that you are alive by hurting yourself." Qu Qingcheng sighed deeply.
Qin Luo was used to seeing people living and dying, and when he saw the scar on Qu Qingcheng's arm, his heart moved. What kind of inner pain must be felt to make someone hurt themselves like this?
Turning his head to look at Wang Teng next to him, he unexpectedly found that there was no expression of unexpected regret on Wang Teng's face. Instead, there was a vague and suppressed excitement that flashed away, making Qin Luo almost suspect that his eyes were delusional.
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"Well, I think I can cure it!" Wang Teng coughed and said confidently.
"Oh? How do you plan to treat it?" Qu Qingcheng put down his sleeves and asked lazily.