The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 31 Troubled Times
After seeing Shen Lin off, there were no other patients with appointments to be examined. Fu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and began to open his computer to write a work report.

Not long after, the lunch bell rang.

"Sister Yuan, let's have stir-fried beef with chili peppers and shredded pork with bitter melon for lunch today." Qi Heng knocked on the door, entered the office, and placed the two large lunch boxes he was carrying on the coffee table.

Some time ago, Fu Yuan was recruiting a chef, and he successfully applied for the job and was responsible for Fu Yuan's three meals a day.

"Thank you for your hard work." She looked away from the computer and thanked Qi Heng as usual.

At the time, they said they only needed to cook once a day, but Qi Heng refused, saying that cooking one meal at a time was better for his stomach. Eventually, it became what it is now: when Qi Heng doesn't have classes, he'll go to her kitchen to cook and bring it over.

She also gave Qi Heng the hospital's official employee meal card so that he could eat the hospital's employee meals.

"It's my duty. You paid for it." Qi Heng smiled brightly and turned around to prepare to eat.

Just after taking two steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned around abruptly, and asked Fu Yuan: "Sister Yuan, did you graduate from Z University?"

Fu Yuan nodded slightly and opened a food box. The aroma of chili peppers filled the air instantly.

As she picked up her chopsticks, she casually replied, "Well, I'm from Class 26, Psychology, Grade ."

Qi Heng leaned back and asked her, "Have you read the school forum?"

Fu Yuan's hand, which was about to pick up some food, paused. A trace of doubt flashed across his face. He frowned slightly and looked at Qi Heng, saying slowly, "I didn't read it. Isn't it just some gossip? I'm not interested."

"It was said on the forum that a senior student committed suicide. She was a doctoral student in psychology, and I think she was majoring in cognitive psychology." Qi Heng frowned, his voice unconsciously lowered, and the smile on his face disappeared without a trace.

Fu Yuan was a little surprised, his mouth slightly open, "Huh?"

Qi Heng sighed and explained slowly, "I'm also a student at Z University, majoring in clinical medicine. I have a senior who's majoring in psychiatry, and I like that senior quite a bit. It was after hearing what he said today that I started paying attention to this matter."

Fu Yuan's hand, which was picking up food, stopped mid-air and was silent for a moment. "Is that senior sister called Song Yiyun?"

There weren't many doctoral students in school psychology. If she remembered correctly, there were two men and one woman in cognitive psychology.

Qi Heng was a little surprised, "You knew about this?"

Fu Yuan shook his head slightly, a hint of melancholy in his eyes: "No, I just found out. I also met Senior Sister Yiyun before, and we added each other as WeChat friends."

Qi Heng sighed with some regret: "Is that so? What a pity... He's graduating this year, after enduring for so long."

Fu Yuan shook his head again, his eyes firm and his tone resolute, "It can't be considered as enduring. She has published several first-author papers with high impact factors internationally. Learning has become a part of her life."

Qi Heng: "Ah? I saw on the forum that it was because of the pressure of graduation. If you say so, she should have met the graduation requirements a long time ago."

Fu Yuan picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, but it tasted like chewing wax. "I don't know, maybe she has other pressures?"

"That's right..." Qi Heng didn't want to continue discussing this topic, so he closed the office door for her and walked to the cafeteria.

Fu Yuan slowly put down his chopsticks, sighed, turned on his mobile phone, entered the school forum and searched for anything related to Song Yiyu. He found that the relevant posts had been deleted, leaving only some vague discussions.

I went to the school's official website and found that they had issued an obituary, which roughly said that Song Yiyu committed suicide, but did not give the reason.

She looked out the window and whispered, "Senior Yiyun wouldn't commit suicide because of the pressure of graduation. She's always been optimistic and there's no way she'd commit suicide. I saw her WeChat Moments earlier, and she was even talking about traveling to Yunnan for New Year's Day..."

"It's going to change."

After washing the dishes in the bathroom at the end of the corridor, Fu Yuan went for a walk downstairs.

The patients follow a standardized schedule: they wake up at 6 a.m., have breakfast, do morning exercises, and then have free time. Lunch breaks begin at 12:30 p.m.

Fu Yuan didn't want to take a nap at noon today. She walked to the yard, where there was a huge tree. Its branches had already climbed into her office through the window. Two swings hung under the tree, supposedly left by the previous caregivers.

She sat on the swing and began to sway gently on the dry soil on the ground.

A large shadow fell overhead. Fu Yuan looked up and found that the sky had become gloomy without him noticing.

She suddenly remembered the first time she met Song Yiyu.

It was the school's art festival, a bit chilly in November or December, and she went to the festival to earn a second credit.

But she was just an audience member in the audience, while senior Song Yiyu was playing the guzheng on the stage.

She still remembers that she was wearing a moon-white dress, and with her bare fingers tapping, she sang the melodious song "Lanting Preface", which made all the audience present intoxicated and opened the curtain for the entire art festival.

It was also a cloudy day that day.

Everyone left one after another. Fu Yuan was so sleepy that he slept until everyone in the auditorium had left.

Except Song Yiyu.

It was raining outside and she didn't have an umbrella.

Most of the people who came to the art festival were undergraduates, with a few graduate students. Everyone left in groups, and she was the only one standing at the door waiting for the rain to stop.

They shared an umbrella and got to know each other.

Later, when Fu Yuan wrote his graduation thesis, Song Yiyun helped him with the format and provided some suggestions on the content.

Fu Yuan rubbed his eyebrows and browsed through Song Yiyu's circle of friends.

She loves to laugh and share, and her circle of friends is filled with all kinds of delicious food and figurines.

Fu Yuan recalled the row of Pokémon figurines on her bedroom desk. They were given to her by Song Yiyun on her birthday last year. They were said to be the 2029 X series collector's editions.

People who love to laugh will not have too bad luck.

She loves to laugh so much, why is she being targeted?
Fu Yuan hesitated for a moment, but still opened the chat box with the note "Officer Guo".

Fu Yuan: "Officer Guo, do you believe that there are people in the world who have special abilities?"

This time, Officer Guo didn't know what he was busy with, and he didn't reply for a long time. Just as Fu Yuan was about to turn off the screen and walk to the office, he replied.

Running: "Hmm? Like, what abilities?"

Fu Yuan thought of Nurse Xiao Liu, who was on duty earlier, and the surveillance footage he had seen when he went to find Wu Ping. He carefully replied, "For example, hypnosis?"

Running: "Hypnosis has been around for a long time. It's not considered a special ability. Most of the time, it's just using psychological suggestion to achieve a certain goal."

As a psychology graduate, Fu Yuan naturally knew this. Legend has it that top hypnotists can make the hypnotized person perform a series of actions according to instructions and be completely unconscious afterwards.

But that's not what she was talking about.

Fu Yuan: "Yes, this can't be called a special ability. The top hypnotist reported now can't hypnotize a person to walk halfway across the hospital, and that's probably when they are at a distance and haven't met each other."

　La la la la ~ slowly catch the villain, speed up the plot ing.

　
(End of this chapter)