Reborn 1980, Dr. Su became popular in the XNUMXs

Chapter 370 is almost divided
Finally, he remembered that the person who begged others to accept him as his younger brother was none other than himself.

Gu Feihan came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Brother, have you ever seen the machinery room when the ship is sailing?"

"I understand this, steel frame, steel shaft, steel cable..." Kuang Jiaming said anxiously.

The Kuang family had a shipyard, and he went there to play when he was a child.

However, his family had repeatedly warned him not to go to the machinery room at the bottom of the ship, so he sneaked in to see it.

No matter how wealthy a boy lives, he cannot resist the temptation of the loud noise when the machine rotates.

"Why are you saying this all of a sudden?" He turned around and asked Gu Feihan.

"When the ship is moving, be sure not to touch the gear shaft, otherwise it will roll you in and turn you into small strips of meat. Oh, no, not even the meat residue will be left."

Every sentence drips with blood.

Kuang Jiamingjun's face turned pale and he couldn't help but tremble.

After Gu Feihan frightened him, he didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore. With a sly smile on his lips, he left without looking back.

Oscar and Lu Sinian patted him on the shoulder respectively, with completely "sorrowful and resigned" expressions in their eyes.

Kuang Jiaming looked at Su Xiaoli weakly, with aggrieved eyes, like a puppy waiting for some encouragement from its master.

The battle against Lin Er really started, and Su Xiaoli felt much better.

At this moment, her eyes were shining, she smiled back, and her heart was deep in her heart.

"Cousin, you don't need to panic. It's just... we have something to talk about. The ship is about to leave. Do you want to stay in the luxurious lounge, lie down and don't move around?"

Another touch up, no more intolerance at all.

This knife accurately hit Kuang Jiaming's heart!

It can only be said that there is no way a person can survive in the world without getting stabbed.

A few days later, Lin Manrong received an invitation from Mr. Lu. Her face was slightly stiff and her legs felt weak as if she had been poured cold water on her head.

Mr. Lu wants to invite grandpa to have tea with him?
The invitation came at an odd time. Why did you send the invitation when you could usually get it done with just a phone call?
What does the old man of the Lu family mean?
Did they find anything?

It's impossible. Logically speaking, she did "killing someone with a borrowed knife" quite secretly, so there's no reason to find out about her.

If any clues about her were found, the Lu family would have taken action as early as in the capital.

There is a way for the Lu family, both black and white, so why wait until now.

Lin Manrong didn't want to go to Mr. Lin for an appointment at all, and she didn't want to go either.

But if he doesn't go, wouldn't it mean that there is something wrong in his heart?

She picked up the wine bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip directly at the mouth of the bottle.

The liquor slid from his throat to his stomach.

After experiencing the spicy taste, Lin Manrong tremblingly picked up the phone.

Looking around to see if there was no one in the room, she dialed a phone number.

It took the other side a long time to pick up.

"It's me. How is the old man?"

"Second Miss, I'm still the same as before, not eating or drinking, but I didn't get angry today, and I didn't clamor to go out."

"Keep an eye on him and don't starve to death. In the future, some documents will require his signature to take effect."

"Yes, don't worry."

Just as Lin Manrong was about to put down the phone, another urgent voice sounded on the other end, "Second Miss! Me, my family..."

"I told you it's okay. Why are you asking so many times? I'll let them go when I finish the company's business. What's the rush?!" Lin Manrong hung up the phone angrily.

She looked very ugly.

It seems that I have no choice but to go to the appointment in person. The Lu family has not taken any action so far. If I think about it, they will not do anything to me by borrowing someone to "drink tea"?
Lin Manrong picked up the wine bottle and took a sip directly into her mouth.

Su Xiaoli had just finished chatting with Uncle Zheng about the latest information about the Lin family.

After seeing Uncle Zheng off, she pushed her wheelchair to the window and looked at the sea in the distance. In the days since she woke up, whenever she closed her eyes or saw the sea, the memories of that night flooded in, and she had nowhere to escape.

That night, there were thousands of waves and thousands of blood and tears.

Su Xiaoli still looked like a normal person during the day, wrapped up in the noise of people and endless work, occupied by revenge plans, and too busy to raise her head.

Gu Feihan only occasionally mentioned that her eyes occasionally looked a little more "murderous" than before, and the two of them started talking and laughing.

It was completely different at night. Su Xiaoli had nightmares almost every night.

In the dream, I struggled to escape, trying to escape from the control of the dream.

I woke up with cold sweat and tears all over my body.

The difference between day and night, open eyes and closed eyes was so great that her whole body was almost torn apart.

The dream is mixed with fatal fear and struggle, and there is also something completely unspeakable...the sense of security and vitality given by another person.

Even the shameful look in her eyes that she thought she had long forgotten flashed back from time to time.

Su Xiaoli shook her head, not daring to think about it.

That was a feeling that frightened her more than the dark sea.

She couldn't figure it out and was embarrassed and frightened.

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, boom boom boom boom, as if a train was passing by in my head.

Based on her medical knowledge, she guessed that it was most likely PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder).

It's just that unlike the personal dangers she encountered in the past, the PTSD this time seemed a bit too serious, which shocked and panicked her when she was awake.

She went to her bookstore a few days ago in the name of passing time.

I found several books about traumatic events to read. Unfortunately, there are no such explanations and treatment plans specifically for PTSD in the books of this era.

There are a lot of people who treat mental illness or transference.

This time, the book did not solve her fundamental problem, completely extinguishing her idea of ​​​​curing on her own.

And Gu Feihan must not let Gu Feihan know about such dreams and fears.

Su Xiaoli suspected that she needed professional psychological counseling.

Her family members were so concerned about her that they almost watched her every inch of her life.

After much deliberation, she found Oscar.

At present, this friend is the only one who is easy to talk to. She finally coaxed Oscar and helped her contact a psychiatrist secretly.

The reason is that I want to find a professional person to chat with and relax, and at the same time ask a doctor for advice on how to relieve nervous tension caused by intense work.

This was half true and half false, and Oscar had no doubts about him.

Oscar originally wanted to persuade her to call the doctor to come home, but on the other hand, he wanted to take her out to relax.

After all, Li had been holding back in the hospital and at home for so long. Since she woke up, she only went out to work, without any time to relax. She didn't have any other friends in Hong Kong Island.

"Although this Dr. Zhang is not Lu's doctor, he has a good reputation in the medical circle and is said to be top-notch." Oscar said.

Su Xiaoli nodded lightly.

When she came to the psychiatrist's door, she didn't want to go in.

Oscar, who was pushing her wheelchair, was a little confused, "What's wrong?"

Su Xiaoli shook her head.

They come, the security.

She knocked on the door and went in. Oscar stayed outside waiting for her.

The layout of Dr. Zhang's clinic is simple yet warm, and the person looks gentle, courteous, and professional.

Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) refers to a delayed onset and persistent mental disorder caused by an individual experiencing, witnessing or encountering one or more actual deaths involving themselves or others, or being threatened with death. Reports on the incidence of PTSD vary, with women more likely than men to develop PTSD. The four typical symptoms are: repeated experience of traumatic events - flashbacks; avoidance of stimuli related to traumatic events, or emotional numbness; changes in mood and cognition; and increased alertness.