Li Tianfeng stood at the door of Director Han's Psychological Clinic at Longhai City Central Hospital, quietly waiting for the director to get off work.

Finally, after the last patient was diagnosed, Li Tianfeng hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand,

"Hello, Director Han, I am a specially hired psychological counselor from the Jiangshan City Criminal Police Team, my last name is Li."

Director Han quickly stretched out his hand and shook hands with him politely, "Hello. Professor Li."

He quickly stretched out his hand and made a guiding gesture, "Why don't you go directly to our office to talk."

"Sorry to bother you." Li Tianfeng nodded repeatedly.

Director Han's office is located on the third floor, in a single room. After entering, Director Han politely handed Li Tianfeng a bottle of mineral water.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing to offer in the office. I'm really busy with work."

Li Tianfeng took it but didn't drink it. He just put it aside. After taking out his business card, he stood up and handed it over respectfully with both hands. At the same time, he also took out the city pass that he had prepared in advance.

"I have been following up with a patient who is undergoing psychological treatment recently. He has been treated by you many times. I want to know some information about him from you."

Director Han took Li Tianfeng's business card and carefully checked his pass. After verifying his identity, he smiled cordially and said, "Oh, it's you. My secretary once told me that you had contacted me.

But whose information do you want to know?"

"His name is Xu Yao, and he is currently the captain of the Kuala Kangsar Criminal Police Team. I only know that he was treated by you ten years ago, and he came to you again half a year ago."

Director Han immediately replied, "Oh, it's him, I know him."

At the same time, he sighed several times, "Xu Yao is really a very competent police officer. He puts all his energy into his work. He came to me half a year ago because he hadn't slept for a week and his insomnia was so serious that he was on the verge of collapse. "

Li Tianfeng asked again, "Then Director Han, why did Xu Yao come to you for treatment ten years ago?"

Director Han's thoughts wandered, "Speaking of this, there is indeed a story behind it. It was during that psychological treatment that I got to know him. Maybe because of his trust in me, he came to me for treatment several times afterwards, but he hasn't come to me in recent years."

Li Tianfeng asked puzzledly, "Xu Yao, why did he come to you ten years ago? Is it related to his insomnia?"

"Oh! This child has a miserable life. I don't know if it's really destined by heaven, but so many misfortunes surround him." Director Han couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.

"If you don't mind, Director Han, can you show me his medical records?" Li Tianfeng asked.

Director Han called the secretary and asked her to help find all of Xu Yao's medical records. Five minutes later, all of them were sent in.

Li Tianfeng sat on the chair and slowly flipped through the detailed medical records one by one.

Director Han also fell into his memories, and slowly said, "Now when I think of Xu Yao, I feel very distressed.

At that time, I just opened a small psychological clinic. It should be almost 20 years since I first met him. He was still a little boy at that time.

When his parents invited me, it was the first time I saw him in the hospital ward. I

saw a little boy with a pale face who covered himself with the quilt of the hospital bed. He kept repeating at the head of the bed:

"Do you see it? My brother is standing in front of me. Now he is bleeding all over and has been calling me. He keeps calling me."

He clasped his hands tightly together, and his nails pierced into his flesh, but he was unaware of it. From time to time, he bit the quilt with his teeth, making a clicking sound.

There was only empty darkness in his eyes, he could not see anything, he muttered to himself:

"Do you know, when my brother was protecting me, suddenly blood started to flow from his head. He died in front of me, he died just to protect me...

My brother said he was lonely, he wanted me to go down and accompany him.

He also said I could have saved him, why didn't I run away before the car leaked oil, but kept crying beside him!

But why didn't I save him, I regret it so much!

The attending doctor at the time was also helpless, he stood by with a serious expression, he could not do anything. Xu Yao suddenly turned his head and pointed in a direction of nothingness, laughing in an extremely weird way,

"Look, my brother is right there. He is smiling at us from behind the door."

Xu Yao's mother cried hard in her husband's arms. Their parents are also very pitiful. They lost their eldest son overnight, and their younger son became sharp and weird.

When I went to the hospital, the doctor's initial diagnosis was that Xu Yao had dissociative disorder. At that time, he was suspected of suffering from acute post-traumatic stress disorder.

Xu Yao's parents were just ordinary employees at the time. They could not understand professional terms at all. They looked at the doctor in a white coat with confused eyes, grabbed his sleeves and begged him desperately to save their only son. "

Li Tianfeng continued, "The so-called pt SD refers to the sequelae of mental disorders that may occur after a person encounters or resists major stress, with hallucinations and illusions that keep flashing back to the traumatic scene. "

Director Han turned his head and nodded appreciatively.

"Director Han, you mean that Xu Yao switched to PT SD from that time, right?"

"Yes. I heard that Xu Yao's brother picked up his brother from school. It was raining heavily and the road was very slippery. In order to avoid the oncoming truck, his brother threw his hands and the car directly hit the guardrail and fell into the ditch at the bottom of the mountain.

According to Xu Yao's recollection, his brother's legs were stuck, but he used all his strength to push Xu Yao out of the car. In the end, the car leaked oil, caught fire, and exploded.

After Xu Yao woke up from the accident, he forgot all his memories before the car accident.

That's why I said that God was unfair to him. He forgot everything, but he didn't forget this tragic car accident scene."

Li Tianfeng covered his eyes with his hands, a little reluctant to listen any more, and sighed,

"So that's how it is. Xu Yao rarely mentioned his family matters to us."

Perhaps this is why Xu Yao did not tell them why he lost his memory.

Director Han continued, "It was tragic for Xu Yao to lose his brother, but it seemed that God did not intend to let him go.

The second time he came to see me was because of a car accident, and he lost his beloved fiancée."

Li Tianfeng did not mention to Director Han that Xu Yao not only lost his fiancée, but also that the two girlfriends he had dated later were either killed or seriously injured in accidents. Li

Tianfeng stood up and felt as if his shoulders were pressed by something, heavy and painful.

Was it pity for Xu Yao? Or did he feel that it was unfair for him to have such a tragic fate?

Li Tianfeng couldn't help but think silently in his heart: I have no one to talk to, I can't share my most painful past with anyone, I can only repeat the same nightmare every night, and my heart is always weighed down by guilt and regret, unable to think.

What would it feel like?

Li Tianfeng stood up and said goodbye. The sky outside the door had already darkened, just like his mood at the moment.

Everyone should have a past that cannot be told to others, a pain that can only be licked by oneself.