imperial psychologist

Chapter 288 My Way Is Not Lonely
Bo Ling glanced lightly at the adjutant's hand in front of him, his gaze went from bottom to top, and finally looked into the other's eyes.

She paused and said, "It was your general who asked us to leave."

The adjutant looked at Shen Jichuan anxiously, "General...?"

"Let them go." Shen Jichuan gave an irrefutable order in a low voice.

Bo Ling bowed slightly to Shen Jichuan as a farewell gift, and then left with Bai Yi, helping Bai Shijun to leave.

Han Chong soon left, leaving only Shen Jichuan and his aides in the room.

"General, that girl said..."

"It's just a coincidence." Shen Jichuan glanced at the adjutant in front of him, and interrupted softly, "And I don't have any memories of breaking in, so don't listen to her nonsense."

An adjutant who had been standing behind Shen Jichuan looked at the colleague in front of him who wanted to say something more, shook his head lightly, signaling that the other party did not need to continue, and he stepped forward to close the door of the study.

"What?" Shen Jichuan looked up, "What are you doing closing the door?"

The adjutant who had been silent all this time whispered, "General, don't you have any impression of the imperial physician Bai Shijun tonight?"

"...What impression?"

"Master Huishi mentioned this person to you."

Only then did Shen Jichuan frowned, and he said coldly, "What nonsense are you talking about, Hui Shi has never associated with these moths who use the name of a medical officer to defraud money."

"Master Hui Shi really mentioned him to the general, and his subordinates were there at the time, and it was just after you returned to Beijing." The man's voice raised a bit, "The master also said at that time, 'Siren already exists. , My way is not alone', don't you remember?"

Then Shen Jichuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Recall carefully... It seems that there is indeed such an impression.

But, at that time, he didn't pay much attention to it.

The person Huishi was talking about at the time...was the surname Bai?
Seeing that Shen Jichuan really seemed to have lost his memory, the adjutant continued, "If my subordinates remember correctly, it was not long ago that Dr. Bo from the Taiyuan Hospital was promoted to the Imperial Physician. Before that, he was a doctor from the Taiyuan Hospital. Because he has often gone to the surrounding countryside to treat diseases for the common people during these years in Pingjing, so Master Hui Shi has an impression of this person."

Shen Jichuan was slightly taken aback, and then he finally remembered—on the second day after he returned to Beijing, Hui Shi came to visit, and he missed the old friend when he met.The two sat opposite each other in the court, and roughly talked about each other's experiences over the years.

Thinking of this, Shen Jichuan felt a slight pain in his heart.

The old man's voice, face and smile are still in the memory, but now he is separated from life and death.

But he did remember, yes... Hui Shi had mentioned that one person back then.

——"If you help one by one and visit one by one, how many people can you save in the end? Can you take care of the 6000 million people in Dazhou?"

——"If you save one, you are one. The one who is helped doesn't care if I help the other 6000 million people. Besides, I'm not the only one doing this in the world."

Sri Lankan people exist, my way is not alone...

Was he talking about the Bai Shijun in front of him?
"Do you want my subordinates to chase that imperial physician back now?" the adjutant asked in a low voice, "Their family...should not have gone far."

Shen Jichuan thought for a moment, then shook his head silently.

"Forget it." Shen Jichuan's expression was a little complicated, he whispered, "It's really too late, let's stop here today."

……

In the aisle near the exit of the General's Mansion, Han Chong walked quickly. He saw the three members of the Bai family just disappear at the intersection not far away, and they could catch up soon.

However, at the moment when he accelerated, there were a few familiar small sounds in his ears. He almost knew who it was without thinking, but because of this secret attack, he stopped suddenly, and a few steel nails awl Three or four inches in front of his feet.

Under the moonlight, Wei Shishi stood on the edge of the wall six or seven steps in front of Han Chong, the knife in his hand was out of the sheath, and the silver light reflected by the sharp cold blade fell on Han Chong's feet.

"What do you want to do?" Han Chong asked softly.

"Stay away from the Bai family." Wei Shishi replied coldly.

"Did you make a mistake?" Han Chong raised his head slightly, "I am a person who is ordered by the emperor. You want me to tell the emperor when I return to the palace tonight. Are you preventing me from asking Bo Ling?"

"You can say that." Wei Shishi did not give in at all, he sank his jaw slightly, "But at that time, I will also explain to the emperor why I want to prevent you from approaching Berlin."

Han Chong laughed again.

"...We really chose two completely different paths, Fourteen."

Wei Shishi didn't respond, he jumped backwards, and disappeared into the night again, leaving Han Chong standing where he was, before leaving in another direction for a long time.

……

It was late at night again, and there were no people on the road at this time, only the occasional patrol team and watchers who passed by. Bai Ling walked in the middle, holding Bai Shijun in one hand and Bai Yi in the other, and the three of them walked home slowly. .

"So what were you looking at outside the yard?" Bai Yi finally found an opportunity to ask, "Now we can talk about it."

"I saw a lot of porcelain vases wrapped with copper bells. They were all placed not far from the wall, with their mouths upside down. If you don't look carefully, it's actually hard to find them at night." Bo Ling said softly, "I I didn't see what it was at first glance, so I went closer to have a look."

"Porcelain vase?" Bai Shijun gave his daughter a strange look, "Is there any explanation for this?"

Bai Yi also looked over with some concern.

"I took a visit from a major earthquake before," Bai Ling said softly. "It had been more than a year since the earthquake, and she still couldn't go out, so I went to her house accompanied by her teacher—"

"When?" Bai Shijun was a little shocked, and even stopped in his tracks. Thinking back to the earthquakes he had heard about in the past few years, he couldn't think of any clues, "...where is it?"

"Just..." Bo Ling smiled with some difficulty, "It was...a time when Dad went up the mountain, specifically...um..."

Bai Yi laughed at the side, and helped to smooth things over, "Dad, don't interrupt, let Bai Ling finish the story first. Anyway, there are many things you don't know, and we will go through them slowly when we have time."

"Yeah." Bo Ling replied in agreement.

Bai Shijun covered his heart with one hand, so he could only agree first.

"What impresses me the most is that she is on the table, on the chair, beside the bed, on the balcony...all of them are filled with empty wine bottles, the kind of thin-mouthed, round-bottomed wine bottles," Bai Ling looked at Bai Yi and said softly Said, "Do you know the shape of the wine bottle I'm talking about?"

"Understood." Bai Yi nodded, looked at Bai Shijun aside, and explained, "It's the kind of bottle that is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom."

Bai Shijun said that he can roughly imagine it.

Berlin went on to say, "All these wine bottles are placed upside down. I asked her why she kept so many wine bottles at home, and she told me that as long as there is a slight disturbance, the wine bottles will fall over, so that if The aftershocks came again, and even if she fell asleep, a room full of wine bottles could wake her up."

Bai Yi suddenly understood, "So you suspect—"

"Well," Bo Ling nodded, "I thought that General Shen had some social withdrawal after returning to Beijing, and tonight the imperial doctors said that he often suffers from insomnia and nightmares, so I asked him, There is no traumatic event replaying over and over in your mind.

"If the answer to those two questions is yes, then the general probably...is suffering from severe post-traumatic stress disorder."

　Thank you Huzi Fantian for the reward~

　　Thank you for the carefree Haha, the monthly pass that the chess paint is also thin~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)