After letting Mo Shangyun rest in the office, Song Xiuliang went outside for a walk and came back with alcohol and bandages in his hands.

As a psychiatrist, Song Xiu Liang lamented that he had to treat patients with skin injuries. He lamented that he had fallen so low that he could steal other people's work. At the same time, he also lamented that in addition to studying his own discipline, he was also willing to expand his knowledge in other disciplines over the years.

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"I will do it myself."

When he saw what Song Xiuliang had brought, Mo Shangjun said straightforwardly.

She could just deal with this minor injury casually.

Song Xiuliang: "..."

So, what's the use of him?

"So you climbed up four flights of stairs just to let me get this for you?"

When Song Xiuliang handed the things to Mo Shangyun, the words "You are sick" hung brightly above his head.

Mo Shangyun lowered his eyelids and said, "No."

Song Xiuliang was startled, and all his dissatisfaction disappeared completely. Seeing Mo Shangjun handling the injury on the back of his hand with familiarity and neat movements, he hesitated for a moment, said nothing, and sat down directly opposite the desk.

I wanted to smoke a cigarette, but as soon as I took it out, I noticed that Mo Shangjun was there, so I put it back.

After a while, Mo Shangjun took care of the injury on the back of his hand, and then raised his eyes to look at Song Xiuliang.

She said: "I want to talk to you."

"OK."

Song Xiuliang nodded.

"Just...just chat."

"Yeah." Song Xiuliang nodded, but as soon as the conversation changed, he went straight to the point, "Is tinnitus serious?"

Mo Shangjun was happy.

He really knows how to find topics.

Song Xiuliang never uses the same method to deal with all "patients". When chatting, he will treat each "patient" individually according to his or her situation and find the most appropriate way of communication.

In fact, Mo Shangjun doesn't like to beat around the bush, she also likes to be straightforward, that way of going through a hundred twists and turns to get you the key point, it's so annoying, it's the type of person she wants to beat up as soon as she sees it.

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Mo Shangjun said: "Occasionally."

Ever since that incident four years ago, Mo Shangjun has been having problems with his left ear.

Because it was caused by psychological problems, her problem could not be detected. As long as she and Song Xiuliang kept it secret, it would not have any impact on her future career.

Under Mo Shangyun's coercion, no one else knew about this matter except Song Xiuliang and her. Even Mo Cang knew nothing about it.

Four years ago, a bomb exploded near her left ear. The hearing in her left ear was not affected, but she could not hear loud noises, otherwise she would feel uncomfortable, tinnitus, and occasionally, for some reason, she would experience auditory hallucinations in her left ear.

In the past, this frequency was higher, but now it has obviously improved.

Song Xiuliang said before that if she did not resolve the matter, the condition of her left ear might not get better in her lifetime.

At first, she thought it was nothing. Since this matter had no impact on her career, she could leave it alone. It was just an occasional inconvenience. But the incident of almost injuring Su Bei in the afternoon... made her a little concerned.

In a place like GS9, if a student attacks a fellow student while unconscious, she will be closely watched. If it is found out that there is something wrong with her mental condition, she will not be able to stay any longer.

You can't talk to Yan Tianxing about this matter.

Yan Tianxing is the captain of GS9 and the chief instructor of the assessment. If you tell him, it will make things difficult for him.

"Let's be more specific," Song Xiuliang said.

Mo Shangjun picked up the water glass on the table, leaned back, and slowly explained the specific "illness" situation to Song Xiuliang.

Song Xiuliang listened and unexpectedly found that Mo Shangyun's current condition had indeed become very good, and she also wanted to cooperate to solve the problem.

In the past, she would be extremely irritable once the matter of "Left Ear" was mentioned. She would become impatient if she kept talking for a few more words. If she asked more in-depth questions, she might even start a fight with him.

But now, Mo Shangyun only occasionally frowns and becomes irritable, but speaks clearly and clearly, as if he has seen a lot.

Song Xiuliang listened quietly, occasionally asking a few questions, but not saying much.

Mo Shangjun doesn't talk much, and his speaking style is still simple and clear. He can explain things clearly in a few words, but he often falls silent in the middle.

At the end of the conversation, Song Xiuliang was surprised to find that Mo Shangyun knew his situation very well and felt that he was of no help to Mo Shangyun, so he reluctantly changed the topic.

Mo Shangjun said "chat chat", so the scope is very large.

We talked about some things and nothing. After all, there was a personal relationship, so there was no shortage of topics.

Before I knew it, it was nine o'clock in the evening.

"I have to go."

Noticing the clock on the wall, Mo Shangyun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Even she didn't expect that they would chat for so long.

I don't know when it started, but the wild wind outside became lighter and a drizzle began to fall. Maybe it was too quiet, and people lost the specific concept of time.

Song Xiuliang nodded: "Welcome to come often."

Mo Shangjun glanced at him sideways, "It's a miracle that you weren't beaten to death by your patient."

Song Xiuliang chuckled lightly, and when he saw Mo Shangyun getting up and going to the window, he said, "Let's go through the door. There should be no one here now. Besides, this way of walking is not safe."

Mo Shangjun shrugged, "Excellent warriors like us pay attention to starting well and ending well."

"...You outstanding warriors should learn some cultural knowledge." Song Xiuliang couldn't help but complain.

Mo Shangjun helped make suggestions, "If you have any opinions, you can report to our leader."

"..." Thinking of the resolute Yan Tianxing, Song Xiuliang couldn't help but show a gentle smile to Mo Shangyun, "Cultural studies can be carried out at any time, but now the decision-making of your leaders is the main one."

Mo Shangjun rolled his eyes at him.

Not knowing what she thought of, Mo Shangyun paused as she prepared to open the door. Then she looked at Song Xiuliang curiously, "Speaking of which, why did you agree to be transferred to a place like this?"

In his previous unit, Song Xiuliang had a lot of free time, had extensive contact with patients, and had a high salary... Coming to such a ghost place, I don't know how much he couldn't figure out.

"I'm convinced." Song Xiuliang also said straightforwardly, "The direction of recent research, there is no shortage of cases here. Moreover, I am also quite interested in their place."

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.

"By the way, today is Valentine's Day..." Song Xiuliang took out his mobile phone from the drawer, and then asked Mo Shangjun, "Is there anyone you want to contact? Mobile phone rental is free."

Mo Shangjun was stunned, "Valentine's Day?"

"..."

Facing Mo Shangyun who was living such a rough life, Song Xiuliang suddenly wanted to take back what he just said.

However, because of the three words "Valentine's Day", Mo Shangyun subconsciously thought of Yan Tianxing who came to see him earlier.

After a slight pause, Mo Shangyun took out a few blue-packaged military chocolates from his pocket, and then asked Song Xiuliang uncertainly: "Giving chocolates for Valentine's Day?"

"……Um."

Looking at the bright "military chocolate", Song Xiuliang nodded heavily.

It's really not pretentious at all.

Sensing Song Xiuliang's expression, Mo Shangjun raised his lips and smiled, "Do you want it?"

"I don't dare." Song Xiuliang smiled at her, then put the phone back into the pocket of his white coat, "I am someone who has a partner."

So Mo Shangjun tore open the package, broke off a piece of chocolate, took it out and threw it into his mouth.

"Goodbye."

Lazy sounds drifted with the cool breeze.

While he was talking, Mo Shangjun had jumped onto the window and disappeared from Song Xiuliang's sight in the blink of an eye.

Although he knew that people like Mo Shangyun were capable of climbing over walls and walls, Song Xiuliang's heart suddenly jumped when he saw a person disappear from the fourth floor window.

He quickly took a few steps forward and came to the window. He stretched out his head and looked down. When he saw Mo Shangjun holding the water pipe and sliding it smoothly to the bottom, he breathed a sigh of relief.

I also don’t understand why I can’t take the easy road, but I have to go to such a thrilling place.

What should I do if I really fall?

Isn't this just looking for trouble?

He really doesn't understand the inner world of young people...

Dr. Song said with emotion like a forty-year-old uncle.

However, Mo Shangyun, who had already fallen, raised his head and waved his hand towards him, then put his injured left hand in his pocket and left coolly.

Looking at Mo Shangjun's retreating figure, Dr. Song sighed heavily.

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The hour hand is about to point to ten o'clock.
To be continued...