Chapter 25:

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"Yes, I am acting for Song Yi's compensation case. The person died, and the crew compensated quickly. Who should pay the money?" Yang Zi asked at Zhen Yi's desk.
"Send an announcement. If there are no relatives, donate."
"Okay." Yang Zi finished, snooping carefully, "Yeah, are you okay?"
"Very good," Zhen Yi didn't look up, "Why do you ask?"
"The boss changed several cases for you ..."
"Because recently, the client always complained to me."
"Have you thought about why?"
"Thought," Zhen Yi looked up, "They are sick!"
Yang Zi bit her lip lightly and stopped talking.
At this time, assistant lawyer Jiang Jiang knocked on the door, a little timid: "Sister Yi, the boss looks for it."
Bian Qian's office is lined with floor-to-ceiling windows, full of sunlight. Zhen Yi was unwilling to appreciate, and smiled at him copingly after sitting down.
Bian Qian is young and promising, looks handsome, does not study law himself, is a psychiatrist, has a wide range of management skills, but has developed this law firm into a prosperous place. It has become the dream job search place for many high school students.
When Zhen Yi went to college, he often went in and out of his grandfather's house, and the two were familiar, so he didn't talk around: "Xiaoyi, it seems that only you haven't applied for psychological counseling in the office."
"I don't need it," Zhen Yi said quickly. After thinking about it, you look at him as if you're having trouble. "What do you mean? Is it that Song Yi's death has cast a shadow on my heart?"
"Oh," it was so funny, "She wants to die and die, and has a half-cent relationship with me? There are so many people who commit suicide, and every one leaves me with a shadow. Do I feel so emotional?"
Bian Qian narrowed her pupils slightly: "Actually, after Tang Shang's case, you should take some rest."
"No, I'm fine."
"Really? Let's take a look." He was still gentle. "Little thought, Jiang Jiang was crying by you yesterday, what's going on?"
"No, I just praised her for her efforts and collected a lot of case information."
"Oh? Your original words seem to be:‘ Jiang Jiang, I really admire you. I can find so much garbage in one day. ’Is that right?

Zhen Yi looked away: "I am so mean, this is my style."
"Tip, two weeks, you were complained by 5 clients."
"Sorry, my professional quality is not hard enough."
"I don't think so. Well, can you ask, Mr. Zhu and his girlfriend in the sexual harassment case are waiting for you in the office. After you go in and see his girlfriend sitting on his lap, what did you say?"
Zhen Yi pursed her lips: "Say what,‘ it ’s another one who has to sit on the thigh without a chair ’. Is n’t that true?

"You don't think there is a bad hint in this sentence?"
"No." Zhen Yi took a bite and said Zheng, "He wanted so much to show that he is not a good thing. He has a face of sexual harassment ..."
"OK, let's not speculate on Mr. Zhu's good or bad first," Bian Qian raised his hand to interrupt, "What about Mr. Zhang who fled the traffic accident? He refused to describe the details of the crash at first, what did you say?"
Zhen Yi sucked her cheek, not speaking.
"Why? Sorry?"
Zhen Yi lowered her head and looked out the window again. She spoke quickly: "I said,‘ you do n’t speak now. Will you let someone open your mouth after entering prison? ’Cough.

Bian Qian looked at her: "Mr. Zhang said, you added a sentence later. What is it?"
Zhen Yi narrowed her mouth and said nothing.
"Mr. Zhang said that he was shocked at the time, and you said again: 'Don't look at me so surprised, that is what you understand, coxcomb, huyahuahua.' Mr. Zhang also said that your words caused him Huge mental injury, and, "Bian Qian considered for a while," He said he was definitely not suffering. "
"Mental loss?" Zhen Yi was incredible. "A person with a strong psychological quality who can escape from the accident was actually hurt by one sentence. In addition, if he goes to prison, he will definitely suffer from tens of thousands of years."
Bian Qian touched his ears and sighed: "There is also District Chief Li's son. He wants to go to the toilet. You even ordered him to suffocate?"
Zhen Yi breathed out impatiently: "The kid thought that it was enough to give money, and everything should be blocked by a lawyer. If you asked three questions, you would not answer, and you would use the toilet three times a minute. What attitude?"
"There is indeed a reason for you to say that," Bian Qian nodded and touched his chin. "But what did you say when he couldn't hold back?"
Zhen Yi raised her eyebrows and knew nothing wrong: "He first challenged me. You didn't see the expression that ran flat when he said" I can't hold it. ""
"You can't say" I can't hold you a knot "anyway!"
Zhen Yi squinted at the table, silent.
"He was scared to pee on the spot!"
"Brother, how long have you been away from the Internet?" Scared "is a tone word."
"I know, but that child is really urine ..."
Zhen Yi was irritable and could not bear to jump: "Children? Three repeaters, 17-year-old sophomores all know how to molest girls, or children?"
Quiet.
She froze for a while, and slowly sat back. She also found herself out of control.
Bian Qian: "Do you realize that your situation is wrong now?"
Zhen Yi don't overdo it: "No. I didn't sleep well yesterday, my temper was a little irritable."
"Tip, I will give you one month's paid vacation, and make a good adjustment. I don't want to find a professional. At least find someone you trust and say what is in my heart."
Zhen Yi was anxious: "I don't need it, I'm really good. What I want now is work."
"After the Tang Shang case, I should give you a holiday." Bian Qian leaned forward, with a few commands, "This vacation is mandatory. You cannot refuse. This month, I will not arrange anything for you. . "
Zhen Yi held his breath and got up and left.
"No thanks!" Bian Qian beckoned to her.
A touch of green grass and a cool breeze, the old people's nursing home was peaceful.
Zhen Yi sat next to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the event hall and played chess with the patient.
There is a nursing home for the elderly near Yan's research institute and psychiatric hospital. Zhen Yi brought his grandfather to work in the hospital every morning, and took him home in the evening.
She is already a trained volunteer. This is her sixth day of service, her heart is calm and fresh, like the grass jumping from the sun outside the window.
Compared to Shi, she is actually the one to win.
These days, she is getting along with the cute mental patient in the rehabilitation period, away from the hustle and bustle, and she has only the simplest heart. Her mood is getting better.
After playing chess with the patient, Zhen Yi went to organize the ward, walked and walked the wrong turn, and inadvertently went to a quiet corridor.
At the end, the sun shone on the windowsill, and the unknown yellow flowers bloomed brightly. The breeze blew through, a small cluster of small clusters crowded, too cute.
Zhen Yi couldn't help but walk to see the scenery outside the window, passing by a room where the curtains were flying.
The room is bright and spacious, and the decoration is very warm. Some people are sleeping on the large and soft recliners, which are connected with various white lines. White's words stood aside, holding a pen to record the data on the instrument.
This is the first time Zhen Yi has seen his speech these days. She still remembers to keep a distance from him. She had deliberately inquired before coming. He spent most of the time in the institute, not in the hospital.
just now
Zhen Yi was taken aback for a moment. Just now her head was empty and went in the wrong direction, as if passing through a forbidden door that was being repaired. This place should be a research institute.
You must hurry back before the words are found.
But, late.
Yan looked up and saw her. His eyes were very pale behind the lens. From his face, her expression was silly and dull at the moment, like a little raccoon who accidentally broke into a human cabin.
The man on the recliner got up. The man didn't wear a patient's uniform, and after a few words of conversation, he opened the door and left.
Zhen Yi stood stubbornly in the same place. After a while, her words came out. She didn't ask her how she came. She only said, "Are volunteers still used to doing it?"
"Ah, very good."
She did not know that he went to the hospital one day and passed the activity room and saw her wearing a volunteer nurse uniform and taking the patients to dance childish dances, like a kindergarten teacher.
Zhen Yi tried to find a topic, pointing to the instrument in the house: "What were you doing just now?"
"Record the effect of the combined use of several psychotropic drugs."
He didn't say the name of the medicine, otherwise she should be dizzy: "Is it an experiment?"
"Ok."
Zhen Yi was startled: "Experiment on people?"
Her gaze fell on her face: "Is it strange?"
"Any medicine for people will be tested on people in the end," he said.
Zhen Yi shrank her neck: "Who will agree to accept the experiment?"
"They are volunteers."
"It's great, devoted to science." Zhen Yi felt a lofty respect in his heart.
"It will give money."
"..." She didn't come up in a single breath.
"In addition to drugs, will other non-drug therapies also be tested?"
"That's it."
"Then I want to be a volunteer." Zhen Yi volunteered.
"I want to see a doctor, but I don't want to give money." The words pierced politely.
""
She laughed happily and proposed, "After the big deal you will sue, I won't charge you any money."
"There is no plan to kill people yet."
"" It's so cold.
"Fighting a divorce lawsuit," she was talking about.
"There is no plan to get married at the moment."
What about An Yao? Zhen Yi was puzzled, but after all, it was someone's private business, and she didn't want to explore it.
Yange took the folder and walked ahead: "If you want to try, I recommend shock therapy."
"Shock? Is electroshock therapy?" Zhen Yi wrinkled her eyebrows and pouted her lips in dissatisfaction.
He seemed to bend the corner of his lips without answering.
Zhen Yi thought about it carefully and felt that she might be prejudiced and said, "Is it wrong? Is this treatment good?"
"not good."
"Really? But it seems that many doctors are using it."
"The patient will be very painful." He said, "You can't treat the patient as if he didn't feel it."
Zhen Yi's heart shivered slightly, some moved, some warm.
She asked, "What other non-drug therapies are there?"
"There are a lot of physical therapy psychotherapy that has been established, suggesting, desensitization. In addition, although the scope of application is limited, hypnosis therapy is very good."
She remembered that he was hypnotizing her at the mall that time:
"That will take a long time to learn."
"Well." He had walked to his dedicated lounge, pushed the door open, and turned back. "Zhen Yi, who do you need to talk to?" His eyes were clear, his voice clear,
"You can think of me as a friend, doctor, whatever you want."
Zhen Yi's heart tripped a little, he knew it all.
Friends?
She smiled slightly: "Doctor mode."
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