Bo Jingxing was silent for a moment, his eyes fell on Allen with a gloomy smile, and asked with a smile: "Are you threatening me?"

"Of course not. Please don't beware of me like this. I am Lu's friend and your friend."

Allen shrugged helplessly and patiently persuaded: "You know, Lu cares about your situation very much. Even if you drive me away, there will be other psychologists to test you. If you think they are more suitable than me.

, I can leave now."

Bo Jingxing ignored the consequences of rejecting Allen.

Compared to other psychologists, Alan is Lu Jinyu's friend, and the conclusions he draws are naturally more convincing.

And he had just agreed to Qin Yiren and cooperated with the inspection.

But I didn't expect that Allen refused to agree to his bribery, making simple things complicated...

Thinking of this.

Bo Jingxing looked at Allen even more disliked and asked with a heavy expression: "What would you plan to do if I cooperate with you?"

Allen smiled happily, took out a stack of documents from his briefcase and placed it gently on the coffee table.

Under normal circumstances.

The treatment of psychologists is based on career judgment, allowing the other party to evaluate the degree of mental health based on scores through a series of questions, and then prescribe the right medicine.

Looking down at the thick stack of questionnaires, Bo Jingxing pursed his lips in annoyance and leaned over to touch the corner of the document.

"No, no, we don't need to do such boring things."

Alan observed his expression, picked up the documents and put them in his briefcase in front of him, "If you misunderstand, I'm sorry, I just wanted to turn off my phone so as not to affect our conversation.

”

Said.

Allen took out his cell phone from his briefcase and shook at Bo Jingxing.

Bo Jingxing frowned and asked in an unhappy tone: "I heard that any consultation starts with a questionnaire."

"But I am a very special psychologist. Please believe in my professional abilities."

Allen smiled slightly, and took out the aromatic candle from his bag as if he was magical, lit it, placed it on the coffee table, looked at the surrounding environment, and said regretfully: "My office is much more comfortable than here, but unfortunately you don't want to be a guest there.

.”

With the burning of candles.

The scent of citrus and lavender wafts out of the room, making people feel relaxed.

Bo Jingxing glanced at the burning candle and chuckled in a bad tone: "If you are really an excellent psychologist, you can see my problem even if you don't need environmental hints?"

"Don't worry, I have thirteen years of work experience, and I can see the problem no matter whether the patient is willing to cooperate or not."

Allen turned on the recorder, didn't care about Bo Jingxing's sneering eyes, and asked his first question: "Bo, is it because of my personality, identity, or because you know your condition?"

Bo Jingxing's face was slightly cold, and the expression in his eyes was extremely cool.

Alan's heart trembled as sharp as a blade.

Maintaining the silly gentleness, he continued tentatively: "I heard Lu talk about your situation. You have seen your mother get sick with your own eyes. The final result is very bad. It is normal for you to not be willing to face it."

Bo Jingxing stared at him coldly, his thin lips pursed into a thread: "What did he say to you?"

"It's just some background and situation that I need to know, nothing special."

Allen looked at him calmly, "It's not the first time I've encountered similar situations in my work over the years. I can understand your mind. The death of a relative is a very strong blow to anyone, but according to me

As we know, Lu did not show signs of paranoia, and you don’t have to worry too much.”

Bo Jingxing frowned, "So, in your past experience, if you have a similar genetic history, what age should you take?"

"It is usually before puberty to thirty-five years old." Allen replied calmly: "Even if a person after thirty-five years old suddenly suffers strong stimulation, it is an opportunity to cause the disease to occur."

Bo Jingxing remained silent, and the corners of his lips raised a sarcastic curve.

Allen looked at him for a moment and suddenly asked, "Isn't it the first time you've heard similar words? Have you ever met other psychologists? How did they judge you?"

Bo Jingxing raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "What evidence do you have to say this?"

"I have no evidence. I want to tell you that everyone's psychological journey is different at each stage."

Allen thought about it and continued, thinking about it, "Maybe your former psychologist gave a more one-sided conclusion, but what I want to know is your current situation."

Bo Jingxing lowered his eyes indifferently, as if he was not moved by Allen's words at all, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

After a while.

Bo Jingxing spoke expressionlessly: "Forget it, give me those questionnaires, I am not in the mood to talk to you now."

Allen hesitated for a moment, took out the questionnaire and handed it to him, "Okay, the questionnaire can only serve as a reference. I will tell Lu the truth about the situation. I believe we still have a chance to meet."

"No, we don't have a chance to meet."

Bo Jingxing took the questionnaire, looked at the hundreds of questions on it, and held the pen to answer them one by one.

Allen looked at him curiously, "Why do you say that? Your current situation is not suitable for leaving, and Lu cares about you very much, and he said he wants to be your witness."

“Because I have no problems.”

Bo Jingxing patiently opened the second page of the questionnaire without raising his head: "After the wedding, Xiaoqian and I left quickly."

Allen thoughtful and stopped talking to him.

Just looking at Bo Jingxing's strong resistance and unfriendliness, even if he had not seen the results of the test questionnaire, anyone could feel that his condition was not normal.

At least it is not the usual kind of person who is in a bright mood and has a gentle attitude.

Is it because of the car accident that Bo Jingxing is in a bad mood?

There are other reasons why I can't speak...

In a blink of an eye.

One and a half hours later.

The last letter fell on the paper in beautiful flower style, Bo Jingxing let go of the signature pen and threw the document on the coffee table.

Allen picked up the documents and looked at them one by one.

Another half an hour passed.

Alan's expression was a little strange. He glanced at Bo Jingxing who was sleeping with his eyes closed, opened his phone and sent a message to Lu Jinyu, got up and said goodbye to leave.

On the corridor outside the ward.

Qin Yiren stood there holding a bouquet of lily covered with dew, silently worried about Bo Jingxing's situation.

She and Lu Jinyu came back twenty minutes in advance, waiting for the psychologist to make a judgment.

Watching the door open.

Qin Yiren did not care about his reserve and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Allen, Jing Xing..."

"Shh."
Chapter completed!