"Zhou Zheng, how long has this symptoms lasted?"

In the sun-filled consultation room, the body and body became a doctor Fu with the word "Fu", and asked the young man in front of him in a warm voice.

Uncle Fu is very familiar with the young man named Zhou Zheng in front of him.

He not only knows Zhou Zheng’s working environment and home address, but occasionally cares about Zhou Zheng’s emotional life and gives Zhou Zheng some discount coupons to the supermarket.

“It’s been a few days.”

Zhou Zheng's voice was hoarse, his eyes were drowsy, and his symptoms of lack of sleep were very obvious.

"Xiao Zhou, don't be nervous," Dr. Fu said warmly, "Describe the hallucinations you see first."

"Yeah, OK."

Zhou Zheng picked up the paper cup, drank the warm water inside, and then subconsciously turned his head to look at the door. He was sure that there was no one outside, so he leaned forward and almost lay on the table, whispering:

"Uncle Fu, I think I may not be an illusion.

"It was three days ago on the night. When I came back from get off work, I saw it when I entered the house... I saw the prepared food on the table, three dishes and one soup."

Zhou Zheng squeezed a bitter smile on his thin face.

“It’s still hot.”

"oh?"

Uncle Fu's bloated body leaned back hard, and his eyes that squeezed into a slit flashed with sharp light: "Have you eaten? Is it real food?"

“Apart from the slightly salty taste, everything else is good.”

Zhou Zheng gave a pertinent evaluation.

Uncle Fu pondered for a few moments and asked with concern: "Xiao Zhou, have you been under a lot of work pressure recently?"

"I'm a job as a student, and I'm going to have five or two off every week, so how can I get work pressure?"

Zhou Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "I thought it was my neighbor who helped me, but I didn't dare to ask, so I secretly changed the lock the next day, and then..."

"Then?"

"The day before yesterday, I went home at 6:30 pm."

Zhou Zheng frowned and pursed his lips, his face becoming more paler:

“The prepared food is still on the table, and it is made from the dishes in my refrigerator.

"It's like this for three consecutive days, and even used half a bottle of vegetable oil in three days!"

Bo Fu also wondered: "Have you looked at the surveillance at the door?"

"Look, the door has not been opened," Zhou Zheng breathed slowly, "I actually have a doubt now."

Bo Fu said in a warm voice: "You said."

Zhou Zheng's face turned pale, he pursed his lips slightly, and his hands also gestured in concert.

"Maybe I am, this is schizophrenia, and I have a secondary personality that takes care of my master's personality... Uh, why are you looking at me with such a look?"

Uncle Fu laughed silently and said slowly:

"Have you heard this? Drunk people usually like to say that they are not drunk, and true mental illness always feels that they are normal.

"I think you are just thinking about it!

"Have you had a girlfriend recently?"

Zhou Zheng honestly explained: "I am saving money for marriage and preparing to start blind dates through official channels when I am old next year. Isn't that the most reliable? Now falling in love will only increase unnecessary expenses in vain."

"Look, isn't this stress?"

Dr. Fu cleared his throat and said with a smile:

"After living alone for a long time, there will be some psychological problems.

“Sometimes, stress is invisible.

"Your problem is not really big. Don't be too nervous. Eat whatever you should eat, drink whatever you should drink, do less needlework before going to bed, but don't suppress yourself, let it go, follow the original intention, and know what the true nature is.

The key with the door lock is slowly rotating.

The girl's eyes were hesitant, but her pretty face suddenly turned red, and she turned into a golden light and flew into the basketball-sized fish tank next to her.

There was a small golden carp in the fish tank, and there were slight wave marks on the water.

The door was slowly pushed open by Zhou Zheng.

Sniff, smell, Zhou Zheng's nose tip swayed, and was stimulated by the fragrance of food, and there was more body fluid in his mouth.

Then, he looked at the three plates of cooking on the table with an indescribable expression, and suddenly raised his hand and twisted his forearm.

pain.
Chapter completed!