The big star has a prince syndrome

It was very pleasant to chat with Song Zhen, and there was not even any awkwardness of meeting him for the first time. He seemed to understand what you were thinking, but pretended not to understand and asked indirect questions.

Ye Yan is sensitive. He feels that such traits are unlikely to appear in a straight man he meets for the first time, unless he comes with a purpose.

Ye Yan felt that Song Zhen was guiding him to speak out his worries. If he was just a simple surgeon, he would not be so nosy.

Looking at Song Zhen's surprised eyes, Ye Yan smiled slightly.

"You're actually a psychiatrist, right? Did Xu Qingran ever tell you that I'm very sensitive? It's hard for you to hide things from me."

Seeing that he was guessed, Song Zhen admitted that he felt a sense of frustration in his career, smiled helplessly and nodded.

"Yes, I'm a psychologist. You're more sensitive than I thought. In fact, this is also the reason why you often have mood swings. It's because you can easily see through other people's neglect of you or insignificant mistakes, even if they are unintentional."

He didn't even have a twist. After being exposed, he directly analyzed the other party's "cause of illness".

Ye Yan was a little surprised. She thought he would explain a few words and then use his expertise as a psychologist to inadvertently guide him in the direction of treatment.

"You are so good at reading people's minds, so do you feel that I want to kick you out?"

Ye Yan said expressionlessly that he was very unhappy now because Xu Qingran thought he was sick and found a doctor for him against his wishes.

So am I really abnormal in his eyes? Ye Yan thought, why can't I feel it at all...

"The fact that you associate me with a psychiatrist proves that someone has mentioned you seeing a psychiatrist before, right? You don't seem to welcome me. Can I know why? Is it because of me as a person or my profession?"

"Because I don't think I'm sick."

Ye Yan almost blurted out. In his opinion, every impulse of his was understandable, but didn't Xu Qingran like his personality before? Why couldn't she tolerate it now?

Thinking of this, Ye Yan's already cold face became even more gloomy.

"That's perfectly normal. Humans tend to think they know themselves best, and there's nothing wrong with that. After all, we all spend every day with ourselves and are most familiar with our own thoughts, feelings, and behaviors. Perhaps you've ever tried to examine yourself from a third-person perspective?"

Song Zhen did not feel uncomfortable at all because of Ye Yan's resistance. This was his professional quality as a doctor. He still patiently tried to guide Ye Yan in the direction of diagnosis.

I don’t know if it’s because of the weather, but the sun outside is warm and shines into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Wrapped in the warm sunlight, even though Ye Yan is not satisfied with Xu Qingran’s approach, she is still more patient today than usual.

Or maybe he himself was a little curious about whether the psychologist could save him.

"Third perspective? What does that mean?"

Ye Yan didn’t understand. He only had one soul, so how could he develop a third perspective?

Seeing the confused look, Song Zhen smiled, then looked up and around, then locked onto a certain spot on the ceiling and pointed.

Ye Yan followed his gaze and saw the surveillance camera in the living room.

"Isn't that a third-person perspective? You don't understand why they think you need to see a psychiatrist. You can look at the surveillance footage to see what you were like at the time. Maybe it will be different from your subconscious self-perception."

After saying that, Song Zhen stood up with a smile, looked at the bewildered Ye Yan and said comfortingly: "It's okay, take a look at it yourself. I'm going back today. When you have thought it through, call me. You are the one I serve, and I will respect your wishes, not Mr. Xu's."

After Song Zhen left, Ye Yan did not keep him and sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time.

The surveillance system at home is connected to his mobile phone, and he can replay his past performance as long as he opens the monitoring program.

In fact, he is becoming less and less confident. After all, a person should be the one who knows best whether he is physically or mentally healthy.

He has been suffering from insomnia for a long time, and his headaches have become more and more frequent recently. The most obvious thing is that no normal person would enjoy torturing his own body.

"So I have some kind of psychological disease..."

Ye Yan was curious and confused. The light coming from behind cast a hazy shadow on his already thin face, which was deep and charming.

Song Zhen didn't tell him clearly just now, and he forgot to ask. After a long silence, he picked up the phone and called Xu Qingran.

"Hey, do you know what's wrong with me?"

He felt that Xu Qingran should have had a deep discussion with Song Zhen and should have made a preliminary assessment of his symptoms.

He suddenly stopped blaming Xu Qingran because he found that he didn't have the courage to replay the surveillance video of himself.

Xu Qingran was handling his work for the day in the office. When he heard Ye Yan ask this, the hand that was flipping through the documents suddenly stopped.

"Song Zhen is gone?" Xu Qingran asked tentatively. He could hear that Ye Yan must have known Song Zhen's identity.

He should have expected this, after all, he had verified Ye Yan's ability to discover secrets countless times.

Ye Yan changed her posture, bent her legs and rested her arms on her knees, even her hair looked beautiful.

"Well, I remember there seemed to be several professional names for psychological problems, such as anxiety disorder, autism, depression, bipolar disorder, etc. I forgot to ask him which one I had. Do you know?"

He mentioned several possibilities, but did not mention the most serious one.

Xu Qingran was stunned, because he was not sure whether Ye Yan was particularly afraid of that kind of disease, so he deliberately omitted it.

However, it was quite unexpected that Ye Yan didn't get angry and ask him for an explanation when she called him today.

"I don't know. Song Zhen might not be sure yet. He'll tell us when he's sure. Yan, are you mad at me for taking the initiative to let him treat you?"

He felt that he was not lying because Song Zhen's original words were "suspected" and there was no confirmed diagnosis.

What he was more worried about now was Ye Yan's mood. After all, the last time he mentioned seeing a psychologist, Ye Yan's reaction was one of collapse.

The stern president, who was signing a tens-million-dollar project payment, had a hint of nervousness on his face while waiting for Ye Yan's reply.

Just at this moment, Qiao Lin knocked on the door and came in. Xu Qingran immediately put her index finger to her lips to signal him to be quiet.

Qiao Lin pursed his lips subconsciously and moved over lightly.

"You called a doctor because you were worried about me. I'm not that unreasonable. I'm sorry I lost my temper with you last time... I've reflected on it and think I might be really sick, which is why I couldn't control my emotions. If I do that again, I hope you'll forgive me..."

He wanted to take advantage of the moment when his rationality returned to him to tell Xu Qingran that he didn't mean it.

He's not trying to make excuses to clear himself. He really didn't mean it, he just realized it.

For some reason, Xu Qingran felt worse when hearing Ye Yan apologize than when hearing him scold him.

He was briefly dazed for a moment. Ye Yan actually admitted her mistake and apologized in front of him.

So he is really awake now, Xu Qingran thought, feeling distressed but also relieved that he finally accepted the fact that he needed treatment.

"You say sorry to me, what should I do if I don't dare to take this step?" Xu Qingran suddenly lowered his voice, and his tone was mixed with a hint of teasing, which was an invisible temptation.

Because Qiao Lin was still present, the temptation was deliberately restrained a bit, but it was still enough to make people itch.

Ye Yan liked him, but he was also naturally resistant to cheesy things. He couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw Xu Qingran flirting with him.

"Get off now while I'm feeling normal. If I get sick again, I can't guarantee that my slap won't land on your face."

"Then you have to promise me that you can only hit me from now on. I will be jealous if you hit others."

Ye Yan: ...? I think you're the one who's sick.