On the thirteenth floor of the office building, the elevator door opened, and what appeared in front of her was the white corridor that Chen Wenwen was familiar with.

Half a month has passed, and nothing has changed here. It is just like the last time she came here, with birch floors, white tiles, dust-free ceilings, and vine-like patterns on the wallpaper climbing wantonly in this extended tubular space.

Climbing. The more you walk in after getting out of the elevator, the more it seems like you are walking into a white thorn garden. At the end, there is a bouquet of red roses decorated there, with crystal dewdrops. The corridor is reflected inside, and the girl in the white dress,

And the entire world collapsed.

Standing in front of the white office door, the rose in the vase on the stand beside the door was so red that it was incompatible with the corridor. The brighter it was, the more desolate the corridor seemed. Chen Wenwen looked at it and stood outside the door for a long time before making up her mind.

Determination knocked on the office door.

"Deng Deng Deng" knocked on the door three times, and then the person inside said: "Please come in."

The door opened, and behind the door was a simple office with no extraneous decorations. The desk, bookshelf, sofa, coffee table, and at most an ink painting of the word "heart" hanging on the wall were all that could be seen.

.Other than that, what is worth mentioning is probably the fully-opened floor-to-ceiling windows. The entire wall is covered with light-transmitting glass. Outside is a bustling city. Buildings are squeezed together and the remaining sky is like a jigsaw puzzle.

There are missing and unfilled pieces of gray *** on the top.

There was no one outside the corridor. The glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows was soundproof, and the only window was not opened, so it was very quiet in the office. Chen Wenwen could hear her clear footsteps walking forward, as well as the faint sound of wind exhaled from her nose.

She quietly closed the door, took off her shoulder bag and hung it on the plastic hook on the wall beside the door. She walked to the white sofa in the middle of the office, sat down, and looked at the man sitting behind the desk three meters away.

The woman at work said, "Hello, Dr. Lin, I'm here for a follow-up consultation."

Chen Wenwen's eyes reflected the look of the woman behind the desk. She was still so beautiful today. She wore a Hepburn-style caramel-colored waisted trench coat, and the collar was naturally open without restraint, revealing a large amount of skin and collarbone.

, it was so white that it dazzled her eyes, making Chen Wenwen involuntarily avert her eyes and not dare to look more, for fear that she would appear rude after looking at it for a long time.

This woman is Chen Wenwen's psychiatrist. She just returned from overseas some time ago. She has held academic seminars in the domestic psychotherapy circle. Her unique insights into cognitive behavioral therapy and the special cases she has accumulated have made many colleagues sigh.

, Chen Wenwen's parents also spent a lot of effort to make an appointment with this psychiatrist whose clinic happened to be in the city where their daughter studied at university.

"Sorry, I heard you say on the phone that you might be late, so I wanted to deal with some other patients' cases in advance, but I didn't expect you to come on time." The woman finally raised her head and closed the ballpoint pen in her hand.

Hanging it in the front pocket of his windbreaker, he put away the medical record in front of him and looked at Chen Wenwen who was sitting on the sofa with a smile, "Wenwen, I'm glad you can come for a follow-up consultation. I haven't seen you for a while. What's going on recently?

Did something good happen?"

"A good thing?" Chen Wenwen unconsciously rubbed her wrist, "What is a good thing?"

"Things that can help relieve your tension and allow you to temporarily divert your attention are considered good things. For example, if your favorite TV series has a sequel, a good movie is released, and the price of your favorite clothes is reduced, it is considered a good thing.

.”

"There's nothing like that... does it count if I passed the literary history exam in school?"

"Of course. Does successfully passing the exam give you a sense of accomplishment?"

"A sense of accomplishment? A little bit, right?"

"Does this help you relieve your anxiety and tension?"

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Chen Wenwen on the sofa did not answer this question, so her answer was self-evident. The woman behind the desk nodded lightly, "Have you done the three tests we did before recently?"

"I've done it a few times."

"Can I see the results?"

Chen Wenwen took out her mobile phone, flipped out a few pages of documents, stood up and handed them to the woman behind the desk.

After browsing for half a minute, the woman turned off the phone screen and placed it on the table, "

The situation doesn't seem to have improved much. Your anxiety and depression index have even increased a bit. The last, most serious index also makes me very worried about your current situation."

The most serious index is probably the despair index, and the three tests are naturally the Beck Self-Assessment Scale. The first two indexes mentioned by the woman are naturally literal, but more or less modern people use this

The indexes of both scales will reflect some problems, but the final despair scale is a scale that directly reflects the tester's negative emotions or suicidal thoughts about the future.

Since women say that Chen Wenwen's current situation is not optimistic, it means that the girl's psychological condition is indeed on the verge of crisis. Women's diagnosis of psychological problems almost does not need to be questioned.

Chen Wenwen didn't know how to answer or what to say. She chose silence and sat there quietly. The gray skylight outside the floor-to-ceiling window shone in the office, bright and gray.

"How was your sleep in the past week?" The woman took the initiative to start a new topic.

"I didn't sleep well." Chen Wenwen went out and put on some light makeup, mainly to modify her unattractive complexion and dark circles under her eyes. When she looked in the mirror in the morning, she couldn't even recognize that the person in it was herself. For the first time, she felt very strange.

Ugly, so ugly that it makes people sick.

"Can't sleep, or can't sleep well?" The woman asked an intriguing question, but Chen Wenwen understood the meaning.

"Both." Chen Wenwen replied.

"Which one is more frequent?"

"I couldn't sleep." Chen Wenwen said, "I couldn't sleep because I was worried about not sleeping well."

Vicious cycle.

The woman didn't make much of a reaction. She just nodded. She took out the ballpoint pen from the front pocket of her windbreaker and turned it twice to write down something on a new page in the medical record. "Are you still having nightmares?"

"Yes."

The woman put down her pen, then looked at the girl in a white dress with her head hanging on the sofa and said, "Wenwen, we all know that the incident has passed."

Chen Wenwen did not answer. Her eyes fell on the coffee table, where a newspaper was prepared. Judging from the folds of the newspaper, it was already a very old journal. The year, month and day on it also confirmed this. This was a newspaper.

A year ago in the news, the headline in bold black fonts on the front page read "Binhai Police cracked the country's largest malignant human organ smuggling case", and the subtitle with slanted black letters below it read "The remains of hundreds of victims were found, survivors

All have symptoms of drug poisoning and have been collectively sent to the hospital for emergency treatment]. The picture accompanying the newspaper is of a tall tower on the seaside. The gray and black photo shows the towering spire submerged in the clouds, and the bright lights spiraling up the tower like a sky.

of stairs.

The moment Chen Wenwen saw the photo, her breathing began to gradually become faster. The sound of her heartbeat gradually became clearer and faster in her ears. It seemed that there was something in her throat that she couldn't cough out and was choking.

The trachea was blocked and the brain began to lack oxygen, and the sound of the heartbeat also began to impact the eardrums and brain.

It's over, she thought to herself.

It’s really terrible. When did it start? No matter how many times I see relevant reports, the feeling of panic and tension will come like a tide, flooding the land and sky, and my whole mind will be filled with a vast ocean, and I can’t help but feel

She fell into the black water. She also told herself several times that the past was past. Reason sounded so nice, but sensibility covered her ears and raised her out-of-control emotions as a shield.

"Wenwen, don't be afraid, you are safe now." A woman's gentle voice sounded.

Along with this, Chen Wenwen suddenly smelled a nice smell of incense, the smell of white jasmine and coffee. The smell was like a straw falling on the vast ocean. She couldn't help but grab the straw and follow it.

The guidance of that gentle voice served as a beacon, and I gradually found my way back to Anshi.

Her breathing began to slow down, and her heart rate gradually returned to a safe range. However, the cold sweat on her forehead and on the back of her dress reminded her that her previous panic was real, and that feeling of powerlessness and breathlessness still lingered in her mind.

It stays inside for a long time.

The woman looked at the girl in the white dress who was breathing heavily and sighed softly, "Your symptoms have worsened."

Chen Wenwen's hands, which were supporting the hem of her skirt, grasped the pleats of her clothes, but they didn't seem to have much strength. Her snow-white face was also trying to suppress the helplessness and sadness.

"It seems it's too early to enter the next step of treatment." The woman stood up, walked to the coffee table and put away the newspaper on it. She also squatted in front of Chen Wenwen on the sofa and wiped the sweat from the girl's forehead with a tissue.

"Have you taken any medicine recently? Your physical condition seems to be in serious trouble."

"I"

"No need to lie. You know no one can lie in front of me." The woman said, "Just tell the truth. What medicine you took and the dosage. I won't tell your parents. You also know that I won't tell anyone.

lie."

Chen Wenwen was silent for a moment and then whispered, "Imipramine, five times a day."

"Does that help? Or is it that after taking the medicine, you are still like your parents said when you came here last time, you don't dare to approach the crowd, you don't dare to talk to any strangers, and you will lose control if someone approaches you actively?"

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"Stop it." The woman reached out and gently touched the girl's slightly pale side face, "Even if you need to prescribe medication to assist the condition, this is not the prescription. Imipramine is indeed a good antidepressant, but for

It is of little use to you now, but has very strong side effects. A large part of your poor mental state is caused by it."

Chen Wenwen looked blankly at the woman in front of her, looking at her brown and clear pupils. She felt a strong sense of peace of mind from the intellectual eyes and the warmth conveyed by the white and warm hands on the side of her face, and her breathing also

Finally he calmed down completely and nodded slowly in agreement.

"Good boy." The woman smiled slightly, stood up and touched the girl's head, as if she was stroking some small domestic animal. The girl did not avoid it, but felt warm in her heart. During this period of time,

No one had ever been in such close contact with her. She avoided crowds and was afraid of any strangers. Only the woman in front of her, whom she had only met twice, could not make her feel any rejection.

The woman walked back to the desk and sat down again. She spun the ballpoint pen in her hand twice and rested the closed pen tip on the table. "Although we talked last time, the interval between follow-up visits is a bit too long now. I need to re-examine it."

Determine the specific symptoms that are bothering you now. Tell me, are the things that are hindering and confusing your normal life the same as before? Are there any changes? "

"There shouldn't be any changes..." Chen Wenwen whispered when she saw the woman looking at her leisurely.

"Still the same things. Nightmare, crowd phobia, claustrophobia?"

"Yes."

"When did these symptoms first begin, and when did they begin to deepen and reach their peak?"

"I actually had some symptoms since the accident, but it started to become serious after I fainted from heat stroke during the summer vacation of my freshman year."

"Fainted by heat stroke. I remember you said this last time. You were attending a class reunion and when you left the party early to go home, you fainted on the side of the road because of heat stroke. Later, your classmates found you after leaving the party and sent you there in time.

Hospital emergency department. All your conditions actually began to gradually worsen and become pathological after that heatstroke."

Chen Wenwen was noncommittal.

"Your first nightmare also started from that heat stroke." The woman said, "Can you tell me about the nightmare that bothers you and keeps you awake at night?"

"Okay." Chen Wenwen was a little hesitant at first, but after seeing the woman's reassuring look, she mustered up the courage to recall in a low voice, "There are always many people around me in my dreams.
To be continued...