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"Grandpa Su begs you, change your clothes, OK?" Zhen Yi dressed as a volunteer nurse, holding a clean sick suit, chasing a sloppy old man.

Her task today is to change the clothes of 20 old people in the 1st district of the nursing home, but the first one let her grind for more than half an hour.

Yan Zhe looked at the case, bypassed the corridor, and unintentionally raised his head, and saw that the little nurse Zhen Yi almost collapsed. : "Grandpa begs you, change your clothes, you all smell!"

The old man walked forward energetically: "Who said, I am roasted corn, I am fragrant!"

Zhen Yi almost didn't twist to the ground and shrunk to the ground: "Grandpa begged you, you change clothes, I dance to you, okay?"

"Not good. The penguin dance is not pretty at all!" Grandpa pouted, and his old short legs fluttered.

In his eyes, she is actually a penguin? Penguins that can't take color photos? !

Zhen Yi twisted her face and looked up to the sky, half way up. She saw Yange in a white dress with a long figure, standing sideways on the corridor, holding a case clip in her hand, with an unpredictable expression.

Why did he see him all in shame?

Zhen Yi quickly adjusted the grimace and gently bowed her waist: "Dr. Yan said early."

Xiao Ke followed behind his words and sighed in his heart: Master has a good temperament. She is not special at work. She also honors the doctor, which is really awesome.

The style asked: "Reluctant to change clothes?"

"Huh." Zhen Yi nodded quickly, and looked at the words pleadingly, making a lip: help me.

Yange turned and walked over to the old man and said gently: "Why doesn't Grandpa cooperate with the little nurse? She also works very hard."

Zhen Yi was a little stunned, but actually a little embarrassed.

The old man bulged his mouth and carried his hands on his back: "I don't want to change. Hum!"

The words said: "But if you change your clothes, you will please your grandma."

The old man's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Zhen Yi: "..."

Words walked past her, and the medical record knocked on her shoulder. The voice is cool: "Remember to show me dancing."

"..."

Zhen Yi was messy in the wind, did she hear it right?

Xiao Ke followed, and suddenly remembered that when he just worked, he said: "You come here to measure the hormone content inside. Under what circumstances would a man call a woman a" little sister "?"

Xiao Ke doesn't understand

It wasn't until the afternoon that Zhen Yi changed all the old people's clothes and took the dirty clothes to the laundry room, and the task was completed.

On the way to the dressing room, I passed a glass house with a white man in it. Zhen Yi remembered that his name was Li You.

Thinking of the last encounter, her pace slowed down, how could he know what happened between her and her speech?

As soon as he looked up, his heart was knocked.

He didn't know when to look back, staring at her, eyes deep and staring, his eyes straight and deep, like a well.

Zhen Yi inexplicably felt that this man was dangerous, but somehow, he seemed to have a fatal attraction, born with it.

This time, she still hadn't escaped, and the ghost made her approach.

Across the glass and iron bars, she stood still and looked at him cautiously and curiously.

Looking at each other for a few seconds, he smiled warmly: "Girl, are you lonely?" The sound was strangely unreal through the glass.

Zhen Yi asked for a while and shook his head.

"Liar." He blamed indulgently. "When you are helpless, no one is by your side, no one can make you trust."

Zhen Yi did not answer.

Li You raised her hand and reached out to her: "Trust me, let me hear your troubles."

He covered his hands on the glass, his fingers were slender, and his hands were fair.

Zhen Yi twisted her eyebrows and asked softly, "Are you saying, spirit?"

"Smart." His smile widened.

"I don't need it," Zhen Yi said. "And I don't believe in this kind of thing."

Li You didn't mind, she made a nuisance and said, "So how do you explain what I know about your memory, especially those things that hurt you?"

Zhen Yi looked slightly stiff and shook her head stubbornly: "I was not injured."

"But I see your memory is very painful." His fingers slowly grasped on the glass, as if holding her pink-white face. "It's okay to say you love me and deceive me. But he doesn't even deceive you. . "

"How do you know this?"

"The words tell me, do you believe it?"

"Impossible." She was angry.

"For a moment, you did suspect him, and angered him by saying this in front of others."

"No!"

"Zhen Yi, I said, I know what you are thinking in your head."

How does he know her name?

Zhen Yi took a step back and became alert.

Li You smiled softly, matched with his excellent appearance, looked harmless like this, and what he said was so curious: "Then say something else first, talk to me, I'm too bored Now. "

"Say what?"

"I think the body is the carrier of the spirit, and the spirit and thinking are independent. Do you agree with my concept?"

Zhen Yi nodded.

"Do you know the principle of physical resonance?"

Of course, Zhen Yi knew that it was told to her in middle school: "Two objects with the same vibration frequency, one vibration will cause another vibration. Similarly, for a variable vibration frequency material, when its frequency is close to The vibration frequency of another substance also causes resonance. "

Li You smiled: "The human radio wave is such a substance. When the frequency is the same, it can resonate. Just like people can find resonance in works such as music books, movies, etc. The works that can resonate vary from person to person. So Say, is n’t it difficult to understand? "

"Not difficult." On the contrary, she was completely attracted to his strange theory.

"If I said, the works I created can resonate with you, this is actually because our thinking is similar in frequency at a certain point."

"It seems correct to say so." Zhen Yi's voice was very low, and she looked up again. "But what does this have to do with your knowledge of my memory?"

"I just said that the frequency of people's thinking radio waves is constantly changing, so usually only one point can resonate between people, there will be a line at most, and there will be a face in rare cases. But, Li You Staring at her, he knew she was listening attentively,

"When the thinking frequencies of two people are synchronized at any time, they can resonate at any time. This resonance is three-dimensional and four-dimensional. In addition to emotions, sounds, and images. Just like sometimes seeing a stranger, you will I feel familiar, maybe I can see his past and life. Many people have this experience. It depends on the similarity of frequency. "

She froze, what was he talking about?

"Zhen Yi, I understand your mood better than anyone else." The sun shone on his eyes, like a calm and charming lake, and she couldn't look away inexplicably.

"Zhen Yi, reach out." His voice sounded like hypnosis, and his beautiful long fingers touched the glass. "Come here, feel it, don't you want to give it a try?"

"try what?"

"Try to see my past."

You can see what he said by touching his hand across the glass? Zhen Yi's fingers moved, a little flustered, when someone called her: "Nurse Zhen."

Looking back, it was nurse Xiao Lan who was in charge of managing volunteers.

"I'm going first." Zhen Yi fled the desert and ran a few steps back to look back. Li Youli was standing in the glass house, the sun shining on his white clothes, a bit unreal.

He closed his eyes, opened his eyes again, and slowly said, "Jump down."

Zhen Yi walked over and nurse Xiaolan asked, "Did you not talk to him?"

"No." It was stipulated in the courtyard that he could not speak to him for a very reason: he is the leader of a cult.

Zhen Yi didn't ask much. After all, curiosity is unwelcome in places where systems are important.

It's better to ask the words.

She changed her volunteer nurse uniform and went to the institute.

Zhen Yi probe looked into the working room, Yan Ge stood in front of the experiment table, turned her back to her, and lowered her head to do what. It was still a white coat, still so beautiful, tall and thin, and she did n’t tire of seeing it many times.

I really imagined that when I was a teenager, I jumped up and jumped, holding his neck and not letting go.

"Boom boom" knocked on the door.

He didn't move.

She knew his habits and walked in with a light step.

There was no patient in the studio, but there was a parrot, crouching on the table with his head tilted. The feathers on the top of the head were as white as snow, but the body was bare and there were few hairs left.

The little guy is pitiful, downcast and very sad.

Zhen Yi ran over, looked at the parrot, and then looked at the words: "Are you abusing small animals? Abnormal!"

Yange is using a folder to record things without looking up: "Do you know how many bacteria are on birds?"

"what?"

"Meaning that I wouldn't be stupid enough to pluck its hair." He lifted his eyes from the white paper, his eyelashes were fine and dense,

"It has depression."

"Ah?" Zhen Yi unheard of, "Will it get depression?"

"Why can't it?" Yan said, "Many animals that have been injured, lost their partners, and have been alone for too long will get depression."

"It's amazing." Zhen Yi tilted her head to look at the parrot's bare belly. "Is it masochistic?"

"Ok."

"Then what are you still standing for? Quickly heal it!"

"I didn't know it for an hour."

"Oh." Zhen Yi shrank her neck.

The voice did not fall, the little parrot did not go over, whispered sadly:

"AiandSASittinginthetree,

KISSING "

An adaptation of a children ’s song with a London accent, like a wronged child.

so cute!

"It's so cute, I like it so much." Zhen Yi touched its head, but the little guy ignored her and buried his head in his wings.

The little parrot tilted his head and remained motionless. After a few seconds, he suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth and began to peck at the hair. The small head plucked a few times, and the white bird hair fluttered around it like snowflakes.

Only the few remaining pieces were pulled out by it.

Zhen Yi looked distressed and wanted to touch it without knowing where to start. She was so anxious to ask for help: "Come on, please help, it's almost rid of its hair."

Yan Yan glanced sideways and took a small rubber clip to clamp its mouth

""

The little parrot looked at him innocently, unable to move his mouth, and bowed his head sadly.

Zhen Yi leaned closer to the little parrot, its eyes black and black like little black beans, listless, and looked sad.

Her heart was gone: "What's its name?"

"Isaac"

"English name?"

"Ok."

"Does its owner want it?"

"Neither," Yange said, "the hostess is gone, the hostess has no time to take care of it."

"So it's lonely? It's sad, it really misses the old feelings." Then he looked up and said, "Not like some people."

The words were not heard.

Zhen Yi grabbed the white feathers on the table and played with it for a while, and asked, "That guy named Li You, why do you say he engages in a cult?"

At this moment, the expression raised his head: "You spoke to him." Affirmative tone.

Zhen commented that he was serious and said: "No. The people in the hospital always said not to be close to him, but you chatted with him last time and were a little curious."

Yan bowed her head, but didn't answer her question.

Zhen Yi did not give up and ran across to him and jumped to the table: "Why was he kept in the hospital?"

"Do you know how psychiatrists usually treat patients with fantasy and schizophrenia?"

Words say,

"Drugs, physics, nature, hypnosis, psychotherapy. But in this world, some doctors do the opposite of us."

"On the contrary? Do you mean ..."

"They use drugs and various therapies to make healthy people or people with mild symptoms sick."

"Even healthy people ... can they do it?" Zhen Yi was unbelievable.

Yan Ge turned her head and looked at her: "Why not? The more advanced the medicine, the more thorough the study of the pathology and treatment of a certain disease, the more likely it is that reverse force and destruction will be possible."

"That's really dangerous. But can't he do this independently?"

"Well. He is from a multinational underground medical association, but the police only caught him."

It sounds very confidential, and Zhen Yi doesn't ask much. Instead, he whispered: "Listening to Si Gui, Qi Xingyuan may be sentenced to indefinitely. As for Cui Fei, it is likely to be executed."

"Ok."

"Speech?"

"Ok?"

"How will Qi Hongdou grow up?"

"A brutal serial murderer."

"Without treatment?"

Yan Yan raised his eyes from the record book: "To be honest, even treatment, it will be very difficult and lasting, and someone must always be guided. Otherwise, if you relax a little, they will be easily triggered."

Zhen Yi: "I thought that mental illness could not be cured. I came here and found that I can actually recover; but Qi Hongdou's thing is to tell you that it needs to be divided into categories. Some diseases can be cured, but some can only be suppressed. Relax, there is no possibility of radical cure? "

The stern fingers paused, and his eyes drooped slowly. He said nothing: "Well, some diseases can't be cured at present. It can be said to be cancer in mental illness."

"Poor." Zhen Yitan sighed.

Lips pursed his lips: "It's a little pitiful."

"No, I mean the doctor is pitiful."

The expression was stunned.

Zhen Yi explained: "If you are sick, you can just treat it; people who have cancer have at least a sense of struggle to save themselves. But those who have cancer in their spirits can only rely on the doctor's unilateral efforts. Guardian, meticulous. A little slack, the patient relapses, his efforts will be abandoned. You said, is such a doctor pitiful? "

There is nothing to say.

"Speaking of words, is there such a patient and tolerant doctor?"

His eyes softened: "It depends on who the patient is."

"Eh?" Zhen Yi didn't understand.

If you want to ask, the phone rings and picks up the phone. It's Si Gui's call: Cui Fei died in the detention center.

When Zhen Yi and Yan Ge hurried to the hospital, the nurse was pushing the car, and the human figure was reflected under the white cloth. The aunt was crying with tears: "My child, my child!"

Qi Qinqin was expressionless, holding the red beans to stand aside; the red beans did not cry or make trouble, staring blankly at the white cloth without saying a word.

Zhen Yi stood staring in the corridor, her brain blank, Cui Fei, cousin, dead?

Yes, the two sisters went farther and farther, and they would never be as intimate as their childhood; yes, they hated each other during this time, Cui Fei could not wait for her to die, she also firmly wanted to send Cui Fei to prison, but

Cui Fei cried in the ear: "Zhen Yi, do you remember how good your sister was and how close you were as a child. When you were in elementary school, I took you home every day; you didn't want to walk, it was your sister who carried you My mother is busy with work, your parent meeting is where I go, and the snacks you wear are all bought for you part-time to make money. Do n’t you remember? Do n’t you remember?

What does your heart do? ! You can't force your sister to die! "

And now, she is really dead. Jump off the building? suicide? Is she forced to death?

Zhen Yi has a sore nose, eyes and heart.

Her eyes blurred, she stabilized herself, step by step, walked over; walked to the white cloth, gently opened; Cui Fei's bloodless and lifeless face shone brightly in her tears.

Cousin, really gone.

"Sister" Zhen Yi choked, pushing her shoulders, "Sister"

"Go away!" Aunt slapped her face fiercely. "You hurt you!"

Zhen Yi's eyes turned black, her brain exploded, and her ears hurt like she was torn off. She didn't stand still. A stagger almost fell, but she was held back by words.

The aunt was so angry that she had to beat her, and she pushed her into her arms, blocking her sideways. All at once, a bloodstain was drawn from his neck.

Qi Mian stepped forward and pulled her aunt.

The aunt was full of tears and roared: "White-eyed wolf! The cheap thing that enemies revenge, should have left you in an orphanage to let you die and let you die! I was blind to raise you so big"

Zhen Yi leaned on Yan Ge's arms, motionless, without any reaction, heartache so unconscious, his ears were suddenly covered by his warm palm.

Suddenly she wanted to cry.

The expression lowered his head, and saw her hair was messy, her cheeks were bright red, her eyes were filled with tears, but her expression was naughty.

Although the theory with a woman in her 40s or 50s is really inappropriate, but

"Ma'am," he said flatly, restrained and even polite, but the sharpness of vagueness made people nervous.

"When your daughter planted a father who had raised you up for the sake of personal gain and had Alzheimer's disease, have you thought about your father's kindness to you?"

In a word, my aunt choked. Tears all over his face, but there is nothing to say, is this retribution?

His expression was not very good, but he nodded to her slightly, and left with Zhen Yi.

He walked to the stairwell before he let go of her.

She was still Mumu, her expression was blank, and the blood on her face was like red, which was red to the roots of her neck and ears.

For a long time, she looked up at him. He pursed his lips very lightly, his eyes drooped, deep and dark, and he held back something.

She vaguely felt that he was angry.

"I'm fine," she said.

He still had a bad expression. He couldn't help raising his hand and wanted to touch her face, but he was afraid of her pain. After all, he was hanging in the air.

"Zhen Yi, don't think about it. Everyone has their own will and their own choices. Whether she chooses to live or die has nothing to do with you."

Zhen Yi's heart shattered, and the pain was so long, and he felt warm again.

"I know." She tried to smile,

"And, I do n’t think she would commit suicide."

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