After pretending to be the son of the richest man

Personal name.

After five or six seconds, it was connected.

"Doctor Xu..." The moment he called out these three words, his empty pupils fluctuated slightly, as if he had finally grasped the last straw that could save his life.

A gentle and amiable middle-aged female voice came from next to my ear: "It's Yongxin. I haven't contacted you for a long time. Last time you called me, it was New Year's Eve, right? Are you not busy recently?"

With a hoarse voice, he cut straight to the point: "Can I see you?"

Dr. Xu smiled: "Why, do you want to talk to me? Unfortunately, I'm in Hangzhou for an exchange meeting, and I won't be able to return to Beijing until next week."

Fang Yongxin hardly hesitated: "Is it okay to go to you by plane? I don't know how to deal with things..."

The other end of the phone fell silent immediately, and after a while, he said in a deep tone: "Relapse again?"

No answer is the most direct answer, Dr. Xu quickly became serious, and murmured in surprise: "You shouldn't, you have been able to have normal interpersonal communication in the future, and you have been fine for the past ten years, why suddenly..."

"Are you emotionally fluctuating now? Did something happen again...beyond your ability to accept?"

Fang Yongxin shook his head, listening to the familiar and reassuring voice, he seemed to return to the indifferent and numb boy who wrapped himself in a cocoon from the inside out more than ten years ago.

After shaking his head, he remembered that Dr. Xu couldn't see, so he put together a few words intermittently and hesitantly: "I don't know... I just... feel uncomfortable."

For him, feeling and expressing his truest emotions is the most extravagant thing in the world.

The last two words are so low that it is almost inaudible. It's hard to imagine that Fang Yongxin, who is always unfavorable in the business world, is utterly heartless when he is indifferent to people, and stabs his heart with a knife, would show such a helpless look.

Dr. Xu had given him psychotherapy for five years, knowing that the situation was quite serious, so he reported the address of the hotel without saying a word, and suggested that he take some anti-anxiety drugs first.

Fang Yongxin listened without saying a word, and Guan Yishen's bewildered and sad eyes, as well as the words that were forced to utter, seemed to be crying blood, unconsciously appeared in his mind.

There was a sudden throbbing pain in the left chest, and the field of vision was covered with a layer of moisture, which was light and faint, like a hallucination.

Stretching out his hand to wipe the corner of his eyes, his cold pupils stared at the water stains on his fingertips. It took a long time before he realized an unbelievable fact.

Is he... crying?