talking towel

Bringing emotions into it, I am afraid that the patient will collapse before he recovers. "

"It's true..." Qiu Feng felt that the psychiatrist cared about the patient in every possible way on the surface, but he had no empathy for the patient behind the scenes.The communication between doctors and patients is like a kind of bondage based on hypocrisy, which is too cruel and ruthless.

"...at least he is now," Towel added.

"Now? What about before?"

"Well, that's a long story. He once had a crush, a patient of his."

"What? He likes his patients? A man? ... And then"

"It ended in vain... The patient got better, but suddenly stopped coming and lost contact. Liu Qin has been waiting for him to hear from him. But he never got it. Although the psychiatrist can ask a lot, he still can't do anything about private information. Inquiry, some people even opened fake medical records and came to see the doctor under fake names. So Liu Qin has not been able to take the initiative to contact him."

"Can you tell me in detail?!" Qiu Feng asked enthusiastically.Curiosity and lack of current affairs are also part of his personality.As long as a little interest is raised, it will break the casserole and ask the end.

"What to say, it's been a few years, I can't remember it. Maybe even Liu Qin himself has forgotten it, let alone me." Towel just said that.

"Okay, I can throw you away now." Qiufeng realized that there was nothing to ask, so he made up his mind.

"Wait, don't." The towel begged for mercy.Qiufeng had already lifted him above the trash can.

Suddenly, the voice of the uncle's towel came from the bathroom: "No. It's really good. If you throw him away, who will keep me company. Uncle, I will be very lonely."

Qiu Feng hurriedly yelled at the toilet: "Asshole, go make out with Soap. At least Soap is a woman, don't be gay like others!!"

"Love knows no gender!" Uncle Towel protested.

"Get out—" Qiufeng cursed.He despaired of this towel-based world.

But for some reason, I still can't bear to throw them all into the trash can.He thought of doing this, just like his classmates bullying him at school, bullying the weak with the strong, so what is the difference between him and them.

At noon the next day, Qiu Feng lay at the desk in the recording studio.Staring helplessly at the empty bucket of instant noodles, the voice of the owner of the school canteen said, "Hey, how are you?! Do you know what a terrible experience it will be when the instant noodle bucket is thrown away? What? They're going to squash us, and mash, and pulp—and then... ouch, I'm shaking just thinking about it! Do you know how painful and horrible that is?!"

"Go to hell—" Qiufeng grabbed the instant noodle bucket and threw it into the trash can.Naturally, this reckless volley was impossible to hit, and it fell directly under Qiufeng's table.

Qiu Feng hurried to the table, bent down and picked up the empty instant noodle bucket.Just as he was about to stand up, he bumped his head violently.

"Crap!" Qiu Feng covered his head.Only then did he open his eyes, and he saw that He He's drawer was pulled out, and because of the reaction just now, all the documents in the drawer spilled out and scattered all over the floor.Qiufeng quickly picked up the broadcast script and other scattered items and put them all back in the drawer.At this moment, his hand stopped, just because he saw the last pink envelope that fell on the corner of the table - it was very conspicuous.

"This is—" Qiu Feng picked it up.At this moment, the envelope made a girl's voice like a silver bell, "Ah."

"You can talk too?"

"Well, of course. I'm an important love letter."

"Love letter?! My God!" Qiu Feng thought to himself: As expected.The moment he saw it, he had a vague premonition.

"I was just put here today. Don't touch me. Tao Yi wrote it after three nights of hard work. She left me here just to let He He find out. You must not be bad It's over." This love letter sounds very noble and arrogant.Let Qiufeng have no way to complain.

"Okay, okay, I won't move you, miss." Qiu Feng said so, and put the love letter back in the drawer.Hearing this voice and arrogant temperament, Qiu Feng remembered who Tao Yi was, and that was the study committee member of Class 4 next door—Tao Yike, who was listed as one of the five campus beauties in the school.God, she's usually so proud, pointing at people, never thought she would write a love letter to He He.Qiufeng said what kind of feeling it feels in his heart if he doesn't appear. I don't know why, but it's a little sour.

At this moment, the door of the recording studio was pushed open.He He walked in, holding a pineapple bread and iced tea that he just bought from the grocery store.

"He He, do you eat this for lunch?" Qiu Feng asked, pointing to his food.

"Ah."

"Why don't you go to the cafeteria to eat?"

"There are too many people there. I don't like it." He He sat quietly at the table without saying a word.He He not only has facial paralysis, but also has a withdrawn personality, which is well known.No one knows how he grew into such a character.

Qiufeng stared at his desk drawer a little bit concerned, and didn't know when he would find that love letter.

"Don't count on it, he won't read it." Mike in front of Qiufeng suddenly said in a He He voice.

"how do you know?"

"Look at it if you don't believe me." The microphone said confidently.

He He opened the drawer and took out the broadcast script.He obviously found the letter, took it out immediately, glanced at it, and threw it directly into the waste paper bin.

Qiufeng couldn't stand it anymore, and stood up angrily: "What's the matter with you?! You didn't even look at the love letter, so you threw it away!"

On the contrary, He He had a surprised expression and turned to stare at him: "How do you know it's a love letter? Have you read it?!"

"I know it even if I haven't read it! You're still pretending. Do you know that it took three nights of hard work to write it?!"

"I didn't see how I would know." He He's voice was extraordinarily cold.

The microphone on the side interjected: "My man, what?! Did you write to He He, Qiufeng?!"

"Don't talk nonsense, don't interrupt!" Qiufeng slapped the microphone to make him shut up, then turned his head and cursed at He He again, "You are such a bastard! Girls like you so much, what is your attitude?!"

"Then what do you think I should do? Since I can't accept their wishes and can't respond to them, what's the difference between watching and not watching."

"Don't you care about other people's feelings?!" Qiu Feng almost wanted to hit him.

"What does other people's feelings have to do with me? I can't do anything for the other party if I take it into account. It's just adding trouble to myself."

"Hehe! Why do you talk like that, don't you think it's shameful?"

"Shameful?! Don't make a fuss about it. Qiufeng——I'm asking you instead. This matter has nothing to do with you. Who do you think you are? How can you be so self-righteous and self-righteous, and go around accusing others. I think you are really convulsed. "He He's rebuttal was merciless and there was no room for it.It seems that in his eyes, he has no friendship with Qiu Feng as a colleague.

Qiu Feng was so annoyed that he almost wanted to rush up and punch He He twice.But the microphone was on the side trying to persuade the fight: "Don't be impulsive, calm down. There is no need to get angry! He He is just speaking directly, don't worry about it. Just think about how he introduced you to a doctor before..."

"Don't mention this, I'll get angry if you mention it!" Qiu Feng accused Mike, and then turned around, "He He, I think you are sick!"

"Heh" He He sneered with his nose, "Yes, you are right. I am sick... Who else is sick if I am not sick?"

"You are just like that doctor, a sick pervert!" Qiu Feng scolded.

"You are not allowed to talk about him!" He He stood up abruptly, staring at Qiu Feng.His expression was extreme, his eyes were full of anger, and even murderous intent leaked out.

Qiufeng realized afterwards that what he said accidentally touched He He's back scales.

However, childish quarrels always start for boring reasons and end for no reason.Since then, the two have only been hosting the radio, and they haven't spoken a word for a whole day.This cold war lasted only two or three days.

On Thursday, Qiu Feng stood in front of the hospital again with a heavy expression on his face.After all, Qiufeng is a person of friendship and temperament. When he quarrels with his friends, although he fights unforgivingly on the surface, he always blames himself and regrets for a long time afterwards.He thought: Maybe it's time to talk to someone.

The author has something to say: He He will also be blackened (huh)

Writing articles for Sarah always writes depression-0-joy from the beginning to the end, it is absolutely impossible.

The fourth towel didn't speak this time

On this day, Qiufeng came to the hospital alone and went directly to the registration office.I saw that the front of the registration counter was crowded with people again.Qiu Feng thought something was wrong, he failed to make an appointment for him through He He this time, so he had to queue up to register by himself.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, you've touched my auxiliary breast~" Qiufeng heard a strange cry.Only then did I notice that it was the shirt of the uncle in the front row who was talking.

"It's so hot, it's so hot." The girls in the short skirts in the back row seemed to be saying that.

The already crowded registration queue sounded even more chaotic and noisy in the autumn wind. Under such circumstances, he waited for an hour and a half before it was his turn to go to the front.He can't wait to stick his neck out.

"Doctor Liu Qin, the chief doctor of the psychological outpatient clinic." Qiu Feng said, squeezing his face in front of the glass window.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Liu's call has been exhausted today." The woman inside the glass window said calmly.

"It's over?! How is it possible?!" Qiufeng asked incredulously.

"You are too late. Please hang up tomorrow."

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