Today's patient is also mysterious

Chapter 36 Anxiety
Wen Miao was speechless, there was a huge amount of information in her words, but none of them had anything to do with him.

"Don't believe in rumors and don't spread rumors, thank you."

Mrs. Wen was suspicious, "Not pregnant?"

"I don't have a girlfriend at all, okay?"

"I do not believe."

The dream of having a grandson came to nothing, and Mrs. Wen became furious and kicked him out of the house, "Keep working hard if you are not pregnant."

Wen Miao was carrying the unopened suitcase, looked back at the ruthlessly closed door, and sighed in his heart, originally planned to stay with her for a few more days, but now it seems unnecessary.

"Go to Jiangyuan Villa."

After getting in the car, Wen Miao rubbed the center of his brows, told the driver to leave, repeated another meal, "Wait, go to the old city."

Inexplicably, the picture of her eating plain boiled noodles appeared in her mind, and an unaware smile flashed across her eyes.

For her poor sake, go and stay with her for a few days.

Jiang Lan, who didn't know where her dinner was, was secretly observing the customers who had just walked in.

Across the desk, the middle-aged man sitting across from him pushed his eyes and looked at her critically against his shiny forehead.

"Hello, what kind of questions do you want to ask?"

"How do you charge here?" The man with glasses crossed his legs, speaking with an inexplicable sense of superiority.

Jiang Lan raised her eyebrows, "It depends on the condition."

"Don't worry about it. I have anxiety disorder. This is the result of the provincial hospital's examination. You just need to treat it."

After reading the case, Jiang Lan wondered, "Why didn't you choose Shuxin instead of the provincial hospital?".

"Because you are cheap."

The natural tone of the man in glasses successfully made Jiang Lan smirk, "Mr. Zhong has a deep misunderstanding about Shu Xin."

Shu Xin has a nickname in the psychological circle, black shop!

How much you charge depends on the doctor's mood. In other studios, the boss pays the employees' wages, which is not comfortable. Jiang Lan pays a basic salary, and the employees earn as much as they receive after receiving customers, and then feed back to the boss a commission.

After coming and going, the employees are motivated to make money, and the boss is happy to collect money.

At this moment, Boss Jiang was very unhappy, "Our charging standard for ordinary customers is not high, but Mr. Zhong can't be measured by ordinary standards."

The man with glasses sat up straight cautiously, subconsciously protecting his chest with his hands, "You don't mean to trick me, do you?"

"That can't be done. Treat people with sincerity and sincerity. When doing business, you must be honest."

Jiang Lan pointed at the tabletop. She had figured it out just now. The person opposite him was not seriously ill. He was a typical suspicious person.

Due to his personality, the man with glasses felt like retreating, "I want to see your price list."

"No problem." Jiang Lan opened the drawer and pulled out two different price lists, "Here, Mr. Zhong choose one."

The price list is clear at a glance, one black and white one color printing, the price is also very different.

Jiang Lan, "Our Shuxin price is open, and there is nothing wrong with it."

The man with glasses hesitated. If he had to choose, he would definitely like to choose the cheapest one. Subconsciously, he couldn't help wondering whether the price would affect the treatment effect.

His eyes wandered, and he frequently looked at the column with inflated quotations.

Jiang Lan, "If Mr. Zhong doesn't want to spend too much money, we can charge according to the most favorable minutes."

The man with glasses sneered, he couldn't see such an obvious routine. Psychiatrists are used to tricks, procrastinating and talking about useless nonsense, saving money becomes costing money in seconds.

"Mr. Zhong?"

"No, I choose this!"

Jiang Lan's eyes moved slightly, wow, the most expensive.

"I'll just choose this, including the recovery package."

The man with glasses made a calculation for himself in his heart. Although he paid the full amount in one lump sum, it was cost-effective. No matter the treatment effect or the length of time, he could guarantee that he would not waste money.

After scanning the QR code to pay successfully, the smile on Jiang Lan's face was instantly sincere.

Playing psychological warfare with the psychology teacher, Xie Ding is the most jealous.

"When did you notice symptoms of anxiety?"

"I can't remember clearly. I was also anxious a few years ago, but it was only recently that it was serious enough to require treatment."

"Have you ever thought about what caused it, work pressure or family and money make you anxious."

"All."

"What behaviors or situations make you anxious when you're anxious?"

The man with glasses suddenly laughed, and drew his big hand along the middle of his forehead to the bridge of his nose, "That's too much."

Jiang Lan looked serious, and his subordinates kept recording his situation.

"Will you fully cooperate during the treatment?"

"meeting."

"Is Mr. Zhong confident that he can recover, and how long can he accept the recovery time?"

"The sooner the better."

Jiang Lan paused for a moment, and the soothing light music played, and the man with glasses went blank for a while, and was in urgent need of blood recovery.

Zhong Dacheng is more anxious to recover than anyone else. In the past year, his anxiety has become more and more serious, which has seriously affected his work and life.

During working hours, whispers among colleagues make him feel uncomfortable, and he can't help but guess whether he is talking badly about him. When the boss calls his name in a meeting, he will repeatedly wonder if there is any other meaning.

In life, his wife has already left him to live with his natal family, otherwise he would not have gone to the hospital so soon to see a doctor, admitted and diagnosed with a mental illness, he really couldn't accept it as a machismo.

Anxiety and suspicion have seriously affected his life. Occasionally he decides to go to bed early after dinner, but when his wife cooks late, or other reasons disrupt his original plan, he will lose control of his emotions.

From head to toe, he was angry for no reason from the inside out, wanting to yell to vent his anger. At that time, he had a strong desire to destroy, and he threw away all the things that could be dropped at hand, and he couldn't help wanting to lose his temper.

Anxiety came and went, and his temper also rose a lot.

"Okay, I understand." Jiang Lan put down her pen, "You take the medicine prescribed by the Provincial Court first, and contact me at any time if you have any situation."

Zhong Dacheng's eyes widened, "Is this the end?"

"of course not."

She then explained the precautions, thanks to him not being too late, if it takes a while, let alone balding, the hair on the back of the head will be choked enough to keep it.

In a house with two bedrooms and one living room, the kitchen cannot be called spacious.

Standing inside, Wen Miao had the illusion that everything was under control. He wanted to show off his cooking skills, but when he opened the refrigerator, he couldn't even see an egg except milk and bread.

"What about the meat?"

Jiang Lan looked at the text message blankly, and asked tentatively, "Are you back?"

"The refrigerator is empty."

She pursed her lips and smiled, as expected of a down-and-out young master, she must have thought that fruits, vegetables, eggs and meat grew out of the refrigerator.

Jiang Lan, "There is a supermarket near the neighborhood."

"Where is nearby?"

"Forget it, I'll go back soon, let's go to the supermarket to buy together."

Wen Miao turned off the phone with a thud, the base of his ears turned red, and he made an inch of it.

This is thinking about being in a pair together. Are you eager to declare your sovereignty when you go to the supermarket together?
Really, he hasn't decided whether to agree or not.

　Woo, I got stuck today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)