Ch 9

　　"Long time no see, Mr. Fu." Yang Mingzhe raised his head and said with a smile.

　　"Remember Ji Fanling?" Fu Yingcheng got straight to the point.

　　Yang Mingzhe was stunned.

　　About four or five years ago, when the man had been working hard for the development of the company for several months, he stepped into his clinic on a rainy night in late autumn.

　　His state at that time was very different from usual.

　　Tired and defeated, like a building about to collapse.

　　The man was sitting on the sofa, his elbows resting on his knees. The bulging muscles on his shoulders and back were exposed under his tight white shirt. His face was deeply buried in his broad palms.

　　"I haven't slept much this week."

　　He said hoarsely after a while.

　　"...I just slept for a while and dreamed of her again."

　　Yang Mingzhe asked, who?

　　That was the first time he heard Ji Fanling's name from Fu Yingcheng's mouth.

　　Yang Mingzhe keenly realized that she might be the source of all Fu Yingcheng's psychological problems. It is not difficult to find accident reports on Ji Fanling's death in a car accident online.

　　It's a pity that Fu Yingcheng only revealed a few words, and since then he has been unwilling to talk about it again.

　　Yang Mingzhe said: "Remember."

　　"I saw her yesterday." Fu Yingcheng said calmly.

　　ah? ? ?

　　Yang Mingzhe's pen suddenly paused, and he looked up calmly: "Then what?"

　　"I took her home, cooked her a bowl of noodles, and let her stay overnight."

　　"This Miss Ji is the same person in your memory . Very similar, or..."

　　"Exactly the same." There was no emotion in Fu Yingcheng's words.

　　"She looks the same as she did in her senior year of high school. She wears the same clothes as she did that day. She knows everything that happened back then and does everything she would have done."

　　"——She is Ji Fanling." The man finally said.

　　In the psychological clinic, he said creepy words in such a calm tone.

　　It's like the beginning of a third-rate ghost movie.

　　Yang Mingzhe was silent for a while, then put down his pen, "First of all, let's establish the basic consensus between both parties..." "

　　Ten years ago, Miss Ji died in a car accident because of her bravery for justice. Do you agree with what I said?"

　　"She disappeared."

　　" Okay."

　　Yang Mingzhe did not argue with him about the difference between disappearance and no remains.

　　"Let's change to a consensus: If Miss Ji had not died back then, then no matter what, she should not be exactly the same today as she was then. Do you agree with this?"

　　Fu Yingcheng was silent for a long time this time.

　　"...Agree."

　　"Very good. Putting aside the weird explanations, we can come up with two conjectures."

　　"One, this girl really exists. She looks very similar to Miss Ji. Your brain uses it in a certain way. It confuses the difference between the two and makes you think she is Miss Ji.

　　"Second, this girl does not exist."

　　Yang Mingzhe did not say the rest.

　　——From head to toe, she is a figment of your imagination.

　　"We hope it is the first case for the time being." Yang Mingzhe said tactfully.

　　Clear consciousness, normal intelligence, auditory and visual hallucinations, and claiming to see dead people are typical symptoms of schizophrenia.

　　Fu Yingcheng stared at him darkly and said in a bad tone: "Are you going to prescribe olanzapine and risperidone for me?" Both are drugs to treat schizophrenia.

　　Yang Mingzhe: "..."

　　Please don't appear to know better than me, this patient.

　　Although Fu Yingcheng is not a doctor, he graduated from University B majoring in biomedical engineering. He founded Jiuzhou Medical, a leading domestic medical device company, which was successfully listed on the New York Stock Exchange last year.

　　The newly purchased transcranial magnetic stimulation therapy device in Yang Mingzhe's clinic was purchased from Jiuzhou Medical.

　　"I will not diagnose you at will." Yang Mingzhe had no choice but to say.

　　"First try to let go of last night's experience, look back at the real Miss Ji in your memory, and accept the reality from your heart that she has left. Perhaps, you will see clearly that the person last night is different from Miss Ji."

　　" Or maybe, by the time you get home, she has disappeared."

　　Yang Mingzhe dimmed the light in the room and slowly guided:

　　"Now, close your eyes, take a deep breath, and relax slowly..."

　　*

　　The dark car drove quickly over the speed bump. , drove into the underground garage of the community.

　　Fu Yingcheng parked the car, turned off the engine, sat in the car for a while, then grabbed the medicine he had just prescribed on the passenger side, and looked at each one with his eyes down.

　　The words that Yang Mingzhe said when he was leaving rang in his ears:

　　"One psychological counseling session is definitely not enough. We tentatively plan to meet twice a week."

　　"No matter what the situation is, it is best not to communicate with the current 'Miss Ji' again."

　　"Having illusions will only get deeper and deeper."

　　"Mr. Fu, you understand."

　　Fu Yingcheng paused with his fingertips, threw the medicine into the storage box, closed the lid with a bang, turned around and walked down. car.

　　...

　　As soon as he entered the house, he noticed something different from when he left.

　　So clean.

　　It rained yesterday. When Ji Fanling entered the house, he inevitably stepped on a few dark shoe prints. Now the entrance was spotless... just like usual.

　　In her memory, she took off her old pair of sneakers and put them by the shoe cabinet. Now they are gone.

　　Fu Yingcheng's head felt like a needle pricking his head.

　　He called out: "Ji Fanling?"

　　No one answered.

　　He walked toward the house, his heart sinking with every step he took.

　　The water glass she drank from on the dining table, the newly opened toothbrush given to her on the sink, the towel she just used yesterday... every trace is gone.

　　The door to the second bedroom was open.

　　Fu Yingcheng stood at the door of the second bedroom and looked in.

　　A large bed was made flat and without any wrinkles, as if no one had slept in it for a long time.

　　"It really disappeared." Fu Yingcheng's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.