"Oh?" Lin Su interrupted Song Mu impatiently. "Do you remember when Han Mo started to change like this? And what were the specific reasons?"
Song Mu recalled for a moment, then stood up from his chair, walked to a row of filing cabinets, and began searching through Han Mo's file. "According to my consultation records, it should have been about four years ago, about a year before she died."
"Do you know why she changed?" Lin Su put down his pen and looked at Song Mu's back, who was standing not far away.
Song Mu kept flipping through the documents in his hand, shook his head, and finally put the documents back into the filing cabinet. "I tried to ask her why, but she just smiled and shook her head. As a doctor, it's the best thing when your patient's condition improves. As for the reason for her improvement, I didn't necessarily need to know, so I didn't press her." Song Mu sat back in his chair, opened the file folder beside him, and began to familiarize himself with the conditions of other patients while answering Lin Su's questions. Song Mu's pen kept jotting down information on the paper in the folder. Suddenly, he stopped writing, looked up at Lin Su, and continued, "Han Mo's improvement didn't actually last very long."
"What does this mean?" Lin Su's eyes met Song Mu's, and neither of them looked away.
"That is, Han Mo's state before she died. Her mood seemed to have become very depressed overnight. If I had been more attentive at the time, perhaps that tragedy could have been avoided." Song Mu frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed and continued to look down at the other patients' files.
Do you know why this happened?
Song Mu shook his head again.
"If a patient is feeling down, shouldn't it be my job as a psychologist to find out the reasons for their low mood?"
After listening to Lin Su's words, Song Mu raised his head, pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, clenched his fists, rested his chin on his fists, looked at Lin Su, and remained silent for a while. "That's indeed the case. As Han Mo's psychologist, this is my dereliction of duty. I tried to ask her why, but she showed a lot of resistance. Whenever I brought up this topic, it seemed that no conversation could proceed calmly. I originally planned to wait until she calmed down a bit before slowly finding the root of the problem and guiding her. But time isn't always a cure for forgetting. Before that time came, Han Mo committed suicide."
"Suicide? You also think Han Mo committed suicide?" Lin Su's gaze never left Song Mu's face.
"To be precise, isn't this your police's conclusion?"
"And what about you? What's your opinion? From a psychologist's perspective?"
"From an outsider's perspective, I do support the police's viewpoint. As I just mentioned, Han Mo was in a very low mood before her suicide. Such a mood is fatal for someone with moderate to severe depression."
"In your opinion, what could be causing Han Mo's emotional ups and downs?"
Song Mu smiled and took a sip of water. "Officer Lin, my reasoning skills are nowhere near as good as yours. However..." Song Mu's smile faded, replaced by his usual serious expression. "I don't think the reason is hard to guess. It must be a man to cause such dramatic emotional fluctuations in a woman."
After listening to Song Mu's words, Lin Su fell into deep thought, his pen tapping incessantly on the paper. "Has Han Mo mentioned this man you're talking about?"
"No. She talked to me about almost every aspect of life, except for 'him'. However, this is just my guess, and the final confirmation will have to be made by your police."
There was a knock on the door. Then, the assistant came in and reminded Song Mu that it was time for the next patient's appointment.
"Dr. Song, thank you for the information. I won't disturb your work any longer, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
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