"Are you the doctor here?"

The old man in a suit said with a frown, looking at the young man sitting behind the desk in front of him who suddenly became serious, and said suspiciously.

"The number of levels here already explains the fact that non-internal personnel and general grassroots personnel cannot get up."

Fangran looked at him seriously, talking about the fact that he had just been taught by cramming in the morning, and implicitly confirmed his identity, but he rolled his eyes and added inwardly.

It's just that I'm not the person you're looking for.

However, strictly speaking, today I am the senior decision-maker of the Sacred Heart Group. As a hospital in a medical enterprise, I can barely be regarded as half a doctor.

So I'm not lying...

Ahem, of course, if you cover your chest and suddenly belch in the next second, I will give you a 120 call immediately.

Hey, it seems like this is a hospital...

Fangran was thinking wildly in his mind, silently staring at the old man in a suit who was frowning for some reason and having a bad temper. He secretly changed it in his mind, if he suddenly wanted to burp, he would

Just call Sister Xushu directly.

Don't, don't praise me, I'm just such a good young man who is upright (smelly), righteous (not) good, (want) and good (faced).

"So what can I do for you?"

If you are feeling sick and need me to call the emergency number for you, please do it as soon as possible~

Fangran nodded and said, his eyes conveying the meaning of seeing off the guests, and then looked at the meticulous old man in a suit and leather shoes, with his hair and beard well-groomed, silently unable to say anything in his heart.

Although you always have the attitude of "I owe you money and you want to hit me", it doesn't look like there is something wrong with your health at all.

puff!

etc!

I suddenly remembered, isn’t this a non-medical area on the 20th floor?

Why did he call the doctor as soon as he came up?

With a mess of confusion in his heart, Fangran finally calmed down his aura as a 'white coat' and waited until the old man spoke.

When the old man in a suit saw Fangran getting into questioning mode, he didn't say much and sat on the chair opposite Fangran. The young assistant stood behind him with a wry smile.

The old man in a suit still had his brows furrowed, showing no anger and aura of being in a high position. Then he looked at Fangran with turbid but profound eyes, and spoke slowly:

"I have earned a lot of money in my life."

Fang Ran: "..."

(Long silence)

Oh, that's it. Come and see the guests off.

Fangran listened to these simple, crude, concise, and clear words with an expressionless face. The corners of his mouth twitched as he thought, and then he covered his face inwardly.

puff....

Uncle, your words are the most fresh, refined and unpretentious opening I have heard this year.

We can have a good chat, do you dare to be more upright?

Seeing Fangran listening to him without saying a word, the old man in a suit thought that he was listening carefully, and then continued to speak, saying with some emotion and helplessness:

"Since I was a child, I have been smarter than others. I can see money, seize money, and make money."

Fang Ran: "..."

puff!

Uncle, you can really be more upright!

Are you going to say next that you will be particularly good at making money when you grow up?

"Then when I was in my twenties, my company was making over a million dollars a month."

Fang Ran: "..."

alright, you win....

Fangran felt a dull pain somewhere in his heart, and he was about to cry when he thought about it as the sudden force twisted his waist.

So, uncle, what are you here to do?

You didn't sleep in the middle of the day. Did you come here specifically to prick my heart?

Fangran looked at this man in a suit with a complex expression, who was smart and knew how to make money when he was a child. When he grew up, he knew how to make money through mechanics. He made a lot of money in his life.

"I'm actually a person who doesn't have very high material needs. At first, I struggled to make money out of my vanity of longing for a sense of achievement and social status when I was young."

The old man in a suit rubbed his eyebrows and found that his frown was not relieved. He sighed in distress.

"Then I found that after making so much money, I didn't feel very happy when I looked at the numbers. It wasn't even as happy as when I was a kid and earned 90 yuan a month by collecting scraps.

.”

Fangran: "Oh." (cold)

What a coincidence, I always feel like I've heard similar words somewhere...

"Slowly, I found that I became busier and busier, had less and less time, and my mood became more and more abnormal. My family said that I became more and more serious, anxious, impatient, and had a bad temper.

.”

Fangran had a serious face and nodded seriously.

Well, your family is right.

"At first, I thought it was just because I was under too much work pressure in those years and it would be fine if I took a break, but who would have imagined..."

Speaking of this, the old man in the suit started to rub his brow tiredly and closed his eyes. The deep bags and circles under his eyes made him look very haggard.

"After I relaxed my work and relaxed my rest time, I found that the situation was worse."

With a long sigh, the old man in a suit suddenly stooped down. Although he was still frowning at this moment, he no longer had the aura of looking for someone to fight with when he first entered the door.

At this time, the young assistant behind him said with a wry smile and continued to explain for the old man in the suit:

"At that time, the chairman found that he was always very anxious, restless, irritable and unstable in his free time. Even after taking a break, there was no relief at all. He could not help but worry about the company's situation."

"We tried to persuade him many times, but to no avail. The chairman himself knew it, but he just couldn't control it. Only then did we discover that the chairman might be ill."

After saying that, the young assistant looked at Fangran, wanting to hear his opinion, and then he saw...

Fang Ran: "Yeah."

Simple and clear, concise and concise, enigmatic and incomprehensible.

youth:"......"

Forehead...

Your ‘um’ is...?

There was no other way, so the young assistant could only bite the bullet and continue to sigh and say:

"Well...after that, the chairman's condition became more and more serious. He was even anxious to the point of paranoia. He always felt that he was in crisis and had to do his best to do something."

"This kind of psychological disorder of not being able to take time off has become more and more serious as the chairman gets older. In the past, he could use medication to control it a little, and even added some group chats to communicate and try health-preserving methods.

, but gradually it became useless.”

The young assistant looked at the old man who was still tired but did not loosen his eyebrows and said helplessly:

"We have consulted many foreign doctors, and they all say that this is a very common neurasthenia-like illness, which can be effectively relieved by a good sleep, but..."

"However, it seems that because I was too busy and injured my body when I was young, I have suffered from severe insomnia since then."

The old man in a suit looked at the young man in front of him and said. His serious face did not look like he wanted to sleep, but his eyes were indeed sleepy and muddy.

"At first, I just couldn't sleep. Then I felt uncomfortable and anxious, making me turn back and forth and unable to sleep. In recent years, I can only wait for my body to be unable to hold on anymore before I can sleep for a while, but I will wake up soon."

He stretched out his arm and pulled open the sleeves of his suit. There were traces of injection needle holes all over them, and he shook his head helplessly.

"In the past year, I have been relying on injections of tranquilizers to make myself fall asleep. Even so, I have not slept soundly. After waking up, I have no feeling of relief at all, only an uncomfortable hollow feeling, that feeling of not being at ease. ..”

"so...."

Fang Ran, who was sitting behind the desk in a white coat, looked twitching. His brows jumped as he looked at the two people who were talking a lot, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he spoke hesitantly:

"Uncle, are you here to cure insomnia?"

The old man in a suit and the young assistant were both stunned, and then the assistant standing behind had a troubled face. He always felt something was strange, but he couldn't explain it yet and nodded:

"Well... I heard that the Sacred Heart Group has a very famous psychiatrist, so we passed by the capital this time and specially..."

"Okay, don't say anything, come on, uncle, do this."

The old man in a suit was frowning because of his long introduction, which was simply summarized as insomnia (although he was frowning all the time). He felt that the other person was frivolous and careless. He neither cared about his medical records nor asked about his situation. There is no explanation, unlike a qualified psychiatrist.

Then I saw the young man in a white coat sitting opposite me, taking out a cup of brown liquid from somewhere, and placing it in front of me with a 'dang' sound.

"This is..."

Just as the young assistant was about to ask what it was, he saw that the impetuous and grumpy old man in a suit had already finished the cup of brown liquid, and then...
To be continued...