Psychological fragments

"Dr. Shen, please be careful." That was the first time she had that expression—an expression I couldn't quite describe. It was as if she wanted to say something, yet also as if she knew it was pointless. Having worked as a therapist for over a decade, I've seen too many people, each with their own story, but most have already given up hope of being understood before they even open their mouths. She lay on the waiting area floor, only two steps from the door. Face down, her hands still outstretched, as if trying to grab something. Wasn't she Lin Nian? No, she should be called Zhao Min.