[Full-time Zhou Ye] Life and death

Ye Xiu was sitting opposite Zhou Zekai.

When I saw this person opposite him last time, he was reading a book relatively freely, but this time when I saw him again, I saw this person wearing a set of corsets specially prepared for the onset of patients in the quarantine area, sitting there blankly. Sitting on the armchair, I couldn't do anything, and stared blankly at the front in a daze.

Although at this time he is between the onset.

And this is only two days away.

...I am so precious.Thinking of the fact that Huang Shaotian's big mouth made everyone aware of the attack last time, and finally leaked the news to Old Man Feng, Ye Xiu was also extremely depressed... During this period, he has gone through [-] levels of hell. Ah okay, physical examination, psychological analysis, and then the examination of the patient's symptoms, plus Zhang Xinjie's almost censorship cross-examination... Finally, with a big wave of his hand, Old Feng decided to closely monitor his work, and from then on he could no longer smoke in the ward in the non-smoking area ...For an old smoker, Ye Xiu was so tired that he didn't want to love anymore.

But even the face of the research institute is willing to be tied up... Tsk tsk, he, Ye Xiu, looks at Director Feng differently.

"Zhou Zekai?" Ye Xiu restrained himself from blurting out the word "Little Zhou" and resumed his professional contact with Zhou Zekai.

Yes, preliminary, contact.

Zhou Zekai's appearance is undoubtedly handsome, and it is the kind of 360-degree handsome, even in a daze, it will make some little nurses with insufficient concentration give them breakfast medicine, lunch medicine and dinner medicine...cough cough.

So when such a person smiles at you, his lethality is comparable to a strategic weapon.

"Hello." A man named Zhou Zekai in a corset answered Ye Xiu like this.

"Let me introduce myself again. Dr. Jiang won't be able to come recently. I'm your new attending physician. My surname is Ye."

"Yeah." Zhou Zekai looked as if he was embarrassed, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "I'm sorry... I'm sick."

A guy like Ye Xiu who dealt with all kinds of patients every day would naturally be able to guess the meaning of such extremely simplistic sentences.only……

Ye Xiu was almost surprised, he would take the initiative to mention what happened two days ago.

Especially since this patient is still suffering from mild autism, it stands to reason that he would not be so calm with someone who has only met him twice.

If it wasn't for the authoritative report card of the mental examination, Ye Xiu would have had the illusion that when he first met Zhou Zekai at that time, he was being flustered by the shy junior.This guy must be pretending to be sick... After thinking about it for a while, Ye Xiu dispelled his worries. After all,

He himself knew the cause of Xiao Zhou's illness.

Thinking of this, Ye Xiu looked at the person in front of him, feeling inexplicably sad.

"... Sad?" His voice was a little low, but it sounded nice, asking in standard Zhou Zekai style.

There is no analysis, no long talk, Zhou Zekai's psychological analysis only needs to look at you, look at your eyes, the corners of your mouth, between your eyebrows, your body, and then, tell your feelings, and then continue to look at you sincerely, even naively. you.

This person has almost a mind-reading intuition for emotions.

Even if it's his own.

"Hmm." Ye Xiu found the edge of the bed and sat down, looked at the man sitting, and seemed to think about it, "Maybe."

"It's called...Xiao Zhou."

The man said something nonchalantly.

"..."

"..." There was an abnormal silence.

Ye Xiu found that after taking over Zhou Zekai, his professional level dropped again and again and he was about to become an ordinary person. As expected, he was too lax at ordinary times, and his mental quality was much worse than when he was studying in the academy area. No, I was scared to death.

This patient who fell ill the last time he heard me say "Xiao Zhou" actually asked me to call him Xiao Zhou? ...No patient has ever been like this?Ye Xiu just nodded his head even though his heart was overwhelmed, "Hmm...Xiao Zhou?" Then he looked at the reaction of the person opposite, thinking that he should have done enough for his own safety, if he ran away and shouted, it would be enough.

Who knew that the person on the opposite side was just smiling, even though the corner of his mouth was curled up, but he looked very happy, very real, and even innocent.

"...familiar." This person gave Ye Xiu the feeling at this time, it was like the little child who looked at him with his big black eyes wetly more than eight years ago, and called "Senior" embarrassedly. The feeling of repair.

It was a hit.

Ye Xiu felt that he really couldn't get better, really.Isn't this guy pretending to be on sick leave?Ye Xiu deeply doubted this question, and Jiang Botao's words...maybe he would really let him do it...

If a psychiatrist cannot maintain the instinct of rational judgment and controlling emotions at all times, he may be driven crazy.

It's not that I haven't seen a psychiatrist who has been in contact with a patient for a long time and has become a psychiatrist.

Even if it's not crazy... This kind of anxiety and urgency is simply torture.

In short, Ye Xiu can be regarded as a first-line master of psychiatry, why haven't you seen it?Xiao Qiang, who was treating paranoia at the beginning, had the potential to be the leader of a cult. He took himself to talk about the political planning of the political party he imagined and the importance of class struggle for a day... and the one who always put himself Bao Rongxing who was wrapped in a white quilt and said he was a bun, oh yes, there is also Li Xuan who said he can see the soul, and Wu Yuce who has a dual personality...

But when the opponent is Zhou Zekai, why is he so restless?

"Xiao Zhou..." Ye Xiu bit by bit to get rid of distracting thoughts, and then opened his mouth.

You are not the only one who is familiar with this title...I am also...

Very familiar.

"Shall we start today's routine inquiry? Shall we?"

"Ah."

For six hours, the conversation went so smoothly that Ye Xiu was almost dumbfounded, as if nothing had changed.

He said, and then the person on the opposite side answered a sentence or two, as if chatting with old friends.

The person in front of him was still the same as before, shy, shy, and a little dazed, with his hands folded between his legs a little cautiously, his words were clear but he cherished them like gold, and his good-looking face was still good-looking.

As expected, he was extremely handsome.

Well, it hasn't changed, has it?

12 years ago.

"Psychiatric patients have finally been accepted by the public after decades, and are no longer the object of ridicule. Now in domestic universities, psychiatry is finally not an unpopular profession.

The research institute, full name Quantum Research Institute of Spiritual Ideas, has been established in the country for almost 20 years. This place is extremely secretive. Even now, no one from the outside world knows that there is this department. More people only know that it is a very famous place. of psychiatric schools.People here look for maverick or misfit children from the outside world every year to participate in the assessment of Academy District I. Those who pass are left like you, and those who are unqualified tell their parents to do an intelligence test and then lead them back.

If the students who graduate from psychiatry, psychology, philosophy, or quantum physics are very good, they will be introduced here by well-informed professors or lecturers. It can be regarded as maintaining a high-speed flow of talents. The institute is divided into thirteen districts. People like to ridicule it as 'the most difficult GAL, the center, the eighth courtyard, the fourth domain, and the thirteenth district'.

The center refers to the headquarters of the research institute, and the four domains are generally also called the four areas, that is, the college area (GHIJ), the experimental area (K), the isolation area (RS) and the open mental hospital area (ABCDEF).

The thirteenth district is to distinguish the division of labor in the three domains. The districts are divided into thirteen letters from A to K plus R and S. The eighth courtyard is the residence of the internal personnel of the research institute. Of course, the division of relevant internal personnel And the transfer is also a matter of the Eighth Hospital. Because of this, the dean of each hospital will also be nicknamed the "property owner". Report to the college district every day, and the college district will arrange a residence for you... er, the Department of Philosophy?Children can’t hide their secrets. The Department of Philosophy is in the G area. There, if you see it, just go there and ask anyone there. "

The young man in a white T-shirt scratched his hair, stared at this silent boy who looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old for a while, then gave a big huff, with a lazy expression on his face, looking It's simply underpumping and useless.

"En! Thank you." Although the immaturity on his face hasn't faded away, the boy's facial features are very punctual, especially when paired with the two flushed spots on his little excited face, it looks very attractive.

"I have nothing else to do, I'm going back, little classmate, I hope you get used to the life here--" Waved his hand, the young man stuffed the report sheet given to him by the child back into the child's arms, and turned his head to leave.

"what……"

"So what?" The young man has a good temper, even if the child uses "new students don't know the way", which is actually no reason, he has been dragging him for more than two hours, and he still just turns around in a listless manner. Turning around, he smiled nonchalantly, "Are you crazy about Lu?"

The child shook his head, hesitated for a while, stared at his little shoes, and made a soft voice, "...Say, address?"

The young man let out a chuckle, and rubbed his hands on the hair of the child who was still a head behind him at this time, "Are you too shy? My surname is Ye, Ye Qiu, and I'm from H in the academy district. How about you?" "

"Zhou, Zhou Zekai."

"Well... how about calling you Xiao Zhou? Then see you later, come and see me anytime you have time?" The young man named Ye Qiu didn't seem to have thought about asking for the child's permission at all. He turned around handsomely and left.

The kid named Zhou Zekai stared blankly at the elder brother who was a head taller than him leaving, and it took him a long time to think of answering, "Well, is it called...Senior?"

"Senior..." The little child lowered his head, but his eyes were full of excitement.

Senior...you are so gentle.

The child patted his face, stomped on his little shoes, and ran towards the G area that the person who called himself Ye Qiu pointed out just now.

Really looking forward to it... life here.

Ye Xiu propped his head up, and held a cigarette in his right hand, which was not lit. After all, it was no different than before, and the camera was following him 24 hours a day, so there was nothing to hide.So he opened the research institute system, called up the files in the S area, and jumped a few times, but Ye Xiu found helplessly that he really seemed to be able to go to the academy area to re-study, what professional instinct, what rational thinking Ah, everything will fall down in front of that person, and I can't hold it back, "..."

On the computer screen is a report card, except for the title, the progress is zero.

S/0A05 Zhou Zekai's Condition Analysis Record

Ye Xiu was very conflicted, because of professional ethics, he should record every sentence, but now, out of selfishness, he didn't want to write down these conversation records.

"Sickness."

"Remember, not many."

"Familiar, a voice said: 'No'."

"You... are very familiar."

"No."

……

"What did I forget?"

——What did Zhou Zekai forget?

Ye Xiu touched the keyboard almost wryly, and started typing.

——I'm sorry, Ye Xiu, I really can't tell him what he forgot.

After all, it was just an uncomfortable past.