Camouflage Alpha

Sitting in the office, Dr. Weeden pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose.

A thick case sheet was spread out on the table in front of him.

There are three characters written in the column of the patient's name - Xiang Shaoyang.

The first time I came into contact with Xiang Shaoyang was ten years ago.

At that time, Xiang Shaoyang was 22 years old, just at the right age, and had just been promoted to a graduate student. He was introduced by the military to treat some psychological problems.

Before the first meeting, someone happened to be making trouble at the front desk of his private psychological clinic.

The front desk was originally worked by a bionic person, but recently a girl who graduated from a psychology major at the Star Alliance University came to look for a job.

The psychology of Starlink University is the best, and all the existing universities on Alpha Star can’t compare with it. Weideng appreciates her academic qualifications very much, but the condition is that she must work in the front desk for two months.

The day the troublemaker came was the third day that the little girl had been on duty.

She has an immature student spirit on her body. Although her professional ability has passed the test, she is still a clean sheet of paper just out of the ivory tower.

Who knows how to deal with this thorny Alpha.

"Isn't it just because the army is behind you? Damn, I'm doing #￥%..." Alpha's mouth was dirty, and he spit out a series of cursing words, "Open a clinic and don't fucking treat people, Those of us who have no background deserve to die!"

This Alpha is not without background, on the contrary, he is even an aristocrat.

He suffers from schizophrenia and has three personalities, the second of which thinks he is a low-level laborer.

The aggressiveness of this personality is also the strongest among the three personalities.

And the third personality - when he came here on the first day, he fell in love with the little girl at the front desk.

This girl happened to be a B-level Omega, and she was sweet-looking.

Perhaps the patient had given some instructions in advance, but the subordinate who accompanied him to the clinic did not stop him, but watched with cold eyes, letting him stand at the front desk, holding the girl with one hand.

There was naked desire in the eyes of the patient, who almost swallowed the girl alive: "It would be nice if I compensate you."

Xiang Shaoyang pushed the door open and came in, what he saw was this scene——

The next second the fist landed on the patient's face, which fully explained what it means to be steady and ruthless.

And his subordinate finally "had eyes" at this moment, and rushed over aggressively: "This is..."

Xiang Shaoyang turned his head to look at him, the pheromones emitted were so oppressive that he forced his subordinates and his "crazy" master to be speechless, and ran away in despair.

He received the pheromone and looked at the girl at the front desk who was stimulated by him: "Sorry, Xiang Shaoyang, I made an appointment with Dr. Weideng for a psychological consultation at ten o'clock."

The little girl rubbed the sore glands on the back of her neck, and hurriedly checked the appointment case, her face felt a little hot.

Later, Dr. Toveyden inquired about Xiang Shaoyang several times, but in the end it was unsuccessful.

Xiang Shaoyang himself didn't have that kind of intention. Although Dr. Weideng also wanted to match him up, he had to give up in the end because he still had the problem of intimate contact barriers.

But because of this matter, Dr. Weiden's first impression of Xiang Shaoyang was very good.

It's just that he didn't expect that Xiang Shaoyang's condition would get worse when he came to Shaoyang two weeks ago.

It is no longer a simple barrier to intimate contact, but has become a typical barrier to contact.

The door of the office was ajar, and Weideng could hear the sound at the door. Someone came in and talked to the bionic man at the front desk to register: "Xiang Shaoyang, make an appointment at [-] o'clock in the afternoon."

Bionic man: "Voiceprint confirms that Mr. Xiang Shaoyang, Dr. Weideng is waiting for you."

Xiang Shaoyang walked into the office.

The layout here has not changed for ten years, and only simple painting has been done during this period, so he is already very familiar with it.

Probably even if you close your eyes, you won't go wrong.

He took off his snow-stained leather coat and hung it on the hanger, and sat down opposite Verdon.

After not seeing each other for a week, Weideng felt that the silence on Xiang Shaoyang's face was a little more.

He had seen it on the faces of many of his patients, the silence of the hopeless.

Weiden asked with concern: "I heard that you have pneumonia, how are you doing now?"

Xiang Shaoyang: "It's okay."

Weiden continued to ask: "How is your mood today?"

Xiang Shaoyang's gaze fell outside the window, where heavy snow was falling.

It's already winter.

Instead of answering the question, he asked Whedon: "Can I ask you some questions today?"

Verdon was a little surprised, but nodded quickly.

Psychological diagnosis and treatment should be led by a psychiatrist, but he is too familiar with Xiang Shaoyang. He has almost witnessed the child's half life, so he agreed to this request.

Xiang Shaoyang looked back from the window and landed on Wei Deng.

The psychiatrist was a gentle old man with gray hair combed back neatly.

Maybe it's because he has been in touch for too many years, and he has a little sense of dependence on Verdon in his heart.

"What is love?" he asked.

Weeden smiled: "Do you want to hear me tell you about my recent paper, or do you want to hear me tell you about my wife and I?"

Xiang Shaoyang shook his head, he didn't want to hear either of these.

"I think..." He thought about it, and said cautiously: "I seem to have fallen in love with someone, but I seem to have lost him again."

He slumped in the chair: "I don't know what I should do."

For the first time Verdon couldn't say anything right away.

The word "love" is very abnormal when it comes out of the mouth of a person with severe intimacy disorder.

Intimate contact barriers will reject all intimate relationships, even friendship and family affection are much shallower than ordinary people, let alone love.

Weeden adjusted quickly: "Maybe you can talk to me... What kind of person is he?"

The memories seemed to make Xiang Shaoyang feel some pain, he frowned.

But Verdon saw his eyes light up, and the quiet look on his face quickly faded away.

"He is beautiful and strong," Xiang Shaoyang said. "He looks cold, but he is actually a very fragile person. He always swallows his pain. Whenever I think of him, I want to hug him."

Verdon: "Then have you told him?"

Xiang Shaoyang shook his head: "Not yet, I plan to wait until he comes back, I'm not sure if I'm really in love with him..."

"You say you lost him," Whedon said, "but you don't know yet whether he will accept you."

Xiang Shaoyang still shook his head, he looked extremely painful: "You don't know, he may have...already..."

Behind the glasses, Verdon's pupils dilated with shock.

He saw a clear tear from Xiang Shaoyang's eyes.

"He may have... died."

Xiang Shaoyang finally shed his first tear.

He finally bought into the idea.

He was very sad.

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