The female forensic doctor is coming to the bowl

Chapter 208 I'll Help You (1)
Yirou sent the first aid kit back, and when she came back, she saw Qu Mo coming out of the kitchen with two cups of steaming milk.

He was really rude, and he completely regarded this place as his own home.

"Replace wine with milk to express my apology." He handed Yirou a glass, and when she didn't pick it up, he frowned and said, "My head seems a little dizzy, someone should be responsible, right?"

"Responsible? It's a minor injury at best." Yirou took the milk, and the rich aroma of milk stimulated her stomach.There was nothing in it, and I spent a lot of energy just now, and now I feel hungry.

No matter how angry she was, she would not make trouble with her body, so she sat on the sofa and took a sip.The milky white foam covered her lips, and she stuck out her tongue and twirled it around her lips quickly, like a naughty little cat.

Qu Mo sat down opposite her, admiring her drinking milk while turning on the computer.The soft music pours out, making people's spirits relax.

Yirou threw off the slippers and sat cross-legged on the sofa, feeling that her physical exhaustion and psychological heaviness had eased a lot.

"You always treat me as a patient?" After drinking the milk, Yirou asked, "If I heard correctly, this song is played by the psychiatrist when he is treating patients."

"As you said, people's psychology is more or less unhealthy. The boundary between sick people and normal people is very blurred, and no one dares to make a conclusion rashly."

"You say that to get closer to me and to make me open up to you." Yirou obviously understands the routine of psychotherapy.

"No, this song is for me to listen to, and this is for myself. You know, I was in a mental hospital for three years." Qu Mo said this more than once, "I spent three years there. In the past year, I tried to drive myself crazy to experience what it was like to be in the world of a mentally abnormal person.

Later, I finally succeeded. During the day, my eyes were full of hallucinations, and someone was always whispering in my ears; at night, when I closed my eyes, I would have nightmares, one after another, and I always felt that I would die in my dreams and could not wake up.By the end, I was afraid to even close my eyes.I have to admit that I was able to get out of that chaotic state, and the tranquilizers played a key role. "

"You mean that I'm mentally abnormal and need to be injected with drugs?" Yirou's tone was filled with displeasure.

"No, what I mean is that you may need help from outside forces. These external forces include going to professional hospitals for treatment, communicating with professional doctors, and talking to friends."

"No need, I can solve it myself!" Yirou hugged her shoulders, obviously resisting, and said stubbornly.

"You can solve it?" He snorted coldly, looking at Yirou with more disdain, "If you can solve it by yourself, you won't faint at the scene of the crime. Normally you look normal, It’s just a little bit colder, life is simple and boring, but in fact you are resisting interacting with people. What happened back then made you panic about people, especially the approach of men, and that panic runs deep in your blood... ..."

"Don't say any more, I don't want to hear it! I admit that it was my fault for hurting your forehead, and I'm sorry. If you feel bad, you can go to the hospital and I will pay for it. However, you can't use it because of this. My guilt allows me to criticize my affairs unscrupulously.

I don't know how you knew what happened back then, or how much you knew, but you are still not the person involved and have no right to make irresponsible remarks.Whether I am healthy or crazy, none of this has anything to do with you! "Yirou interrupted his words, and his face became ugly again.

(End of this chapter)