Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

There were many guests in Shaoshao's living room at this time.

A Xiang held a telescope and was responsible for keeping an eye on Jingzhi's movements next door.

The others gathered around Dr. Wang and sat in a circle on the sofa.

Perhaps he was still at work when he was summoned by Zhu Jiu. At this time, Doctor Wang was still wearing his white coat, with his work badge hanging on his left chest, with the words "Wang Zhao" clearly written on it.

He is the same age as Zhu Jiu. Maybe because he is busy with work, he is only in his 40s and his hair is almost completely white.

Grow up to be the person that patients trust.

He crossed his fingers on his knees, looked at Zhu Jiu and said:

"This disease is actually a heart disease."

"Based on what you just said, it's very likely that a very close relative of hers passed away before her eyes, and the circumstances were likely quite tragic. She couldn't accept it immediately, which led to this situation."

Zhu Jiu frowned and asked, "Do you need to take medicine?"

Wang Zhao touched his chest and said, "This is a heart disease, brother."

"Although we chose different electives, the principle is the same."

"Three-drug."

"And as the old saying goes, heart disease requires heart medicine."

"And this medicine is time."

Zhu Ba extinguished the cigarette butt between his fingers and said impatiently:

"Brother Zhao, if you can't cure me, just say it directly. Talking about time is too empty."

Wang Zhao: "Brother, why are you so anxious?"

He leaned back in his chair, folded his arms around his chest, pondered Jingzhi's condition, and suggested:

"According to Ah Jiu, she only gets sick once every few days, which shows that she has a strong willpower."

"You can try the fear factor stripping method and see how it works."

Zhu Jiu said coldly: "Speak human language."

Shao Shao and Dou Dou were even more confused.

Doudou bit her nails and asked, "Uncle, what is the fear factor stripping method?"

"Create a similar environment and repeatedly present it with stimulation a few levels lower so she gets used to it."

"If conditions permit, it's best if the stimulation is pleasurable and relaxing, which can replace her fear."

"If she finds herself in a similar situation in the future, she won't recall the terrifying scene from before. Instead, her subconscious will be replaced by the joyful scene you created for her."

Zhu Jiu raised two fingers, rested his chin on his hand and fell into deep thought.

Zhu Ba scratched the back of his head, his mind full of question marks almost becoming concrete.

"Brother Zhao, can you be more specific?"

Wang Zhao looked at Zhu Ba and then at Zhu Jiu.

He seriously suspected that Zhu Ba was adopted. How come his IQ is not up to par?

"Well, for example, according to Ah Jiu's guess, her relatives died in the war, possibly by bombing."

"Then you can try setting off some small firecrackers, taking her to the playground to play with fake guns, or playing harmless yet fun games like shooting balloons, and gradually replace her fear with happiness."

"So that when she hears a loud noise in the future, she can only recall those happy memories."

"Okay, I've been here for quite some time. I should go back to the hospital." Wang Zhao glanced at his watch, stood up, and straightened his white coat. "What I just said were just some suggestions. You can use your brains as much as you want."

"Ajiu, I'm leaving now. I'll come have tea with you when I'm free."

Zhu Jiu walked over and escorted him to the entrance. "Okay, thank you for troubling me this time."

Wang Zhao, who was putting on his shoes, suddenly remembered something and turned to remind Zhu Jiu behind him:

"Since she's just gotten sick, it's best if someone stays with her. People like her are prone to depression, and in severe cases, they might... commit suicide."

"I think you're aware of all the veterans in the news who can't adjust to normal life after returning home and commit suicide."

Zhu Jiushen nodded, "I understand, thank you for the reminder."

……

In the living room on the first floor of the villa next door.

Jingzhi was sitting on the sofa, gesturing with Xiaoyujiu to the gap on the paperweight.

She also didn't understand why she held Xiao Yujiu tightly in her hands when she woke up this morning.

These two objects are originally separate.

It was she who insisted on having a small jade nine on it, saying it had a good meaning, so Lin Jiu helped her to plate it.

This time it's great.

I don't know why she pulled it down.

She rummaged through the toolbox and pulled out a can of 502.

"Tsk, using this thing... is too shabby. Ah Jiu will be angry, right?"

She threw 502 into the toolbox and started searching again.

Glass sealant? Lose it.

Foam glue? Plastic texture, lose it!

Adhesive tape? She might as well make a bowl of glutinous rice porridge.

In such a big toolbox, she couldn't find any adhesive that worked well and didn't affect the appearance.

"What are you looking for?"

Zhu Jiu came up from behind her and couldn't help but find it funny to see that she almost buried her head in the toolbox.

Jingzhi pulled the head out of the toolbox.

"That's right!" Jingzhi looked at him with sparkling eyes, "Second Uncle, please help me!"

She held Xiaoyujiu and the paperweight in front of Zhujiu.

"It's broken. Do you have any idea how to help me weld it back together?"

Zhu Jiu looked at the little man on her left who looked very much like him, and took the thing calmly.

"Small problem, there are no tools here, I have to take it home and do it."

He must have doubts in his mind, but now is not a good time to ask for the truth.

Zhu Jiu hesitated for a few seconds before asking:

"I see you treasure this thing very much. If you're worried, why don't you go back to Villa No. 2? The room on the third floor has always been reserved for you."

Thinking of Jingzhi's avoidance of him, Zhu Jiu paused for a moment and said, "Don't worry, I will go back to Villa No. 1 and won't disturb you."

Jingzhi inexplicably liked Zhu Jiu today.

But she still did not agree to his request.

Instead, she warmly invited him to visit her home.

"Like I said a couple of days ago, once I'm done packing, I'll have you guys over to my house for a house-warming party."

"Ah Xiang and Third Uncle are here too, so why not do it today? How about tomorrow? We three don't have classes tomorrow."

"Then you bring your repair tools over and I'll do it at my house. I have several guest rooms for you to choose from."

"Is this a way of repaying your kindness in taking me in?"

Zhu Jiu was stunned by Jing Yi's sudden output.

After a long moment, he nodded at her and pointed to the room directly above his head.

"Then I want to live in this one. It faces south, has lots of sunlight, and good feng shui."

Jingzhi readily agreed, "It's all fine. I told you to pick whatever you want."

Zhu Jiu's eyelids twitched.

How did she become so easy to talk to?

I hope the condition doesn't get worse.

Jingzhi even had the leisure to tease him:

"I'm good to you, but you're not happy?"

Zhu Jiu, who is used to being abused: Oh no, her mental illness has relapsed.

Jingzhi: "Why aren't you talking?"

Zhu Jiu immediately came back to his senses, "Happy, I am happy."

"I'll go get the tools now. Don't bother with it. Be careful not to hurt your hands."

Jingzhi abnormally grabbed the hem of his gray shirt and gently twisted it with her fingers, her tone full of dependence.

"Do you care about me?"

Zhu Jiu stood there with his neck stiff and his face red, at a loss as to how to respond.

Ah Zhao, you left too early.

I think she should pick up some medicine to take.