Xia Beiqing did not respond again.

Yang Shao put his arm on the table and changed the subject: "You don't like to hear what I said, so let's talk about you. What do you want to do the most?"

Xia Beiqing didn't speak.

Yang Shao asked and answered: "Well... let me guess, you have always wanted Shen Zhiyu to leave and never show up in front of you again."

Hearing this, Xia Beiqing turned his eyes to look at Yang Shao a little, then nodded, took the pen to write.

——Since you know, let him go.

Yang Shao asked, "What happened after he left? Last time he left, you still committed suicide, didn't you?"

Xia Beiqing's hand holding the pen trembled, and the tip of the pen was facing the paper, but he still didn't write anything after all.

"He stays, you want to commit suicide, he leaves as you wish, you still want to commit suicide, why?" Yang Shao observed Xia Beiqing and asked.

Xia Beiqing slowly lowered his head.

After a long time without waiting for any reply, Yang Shao held his forehead with his hand and smiled helplessly: "To be honest, you are really the most difficult patient I have encountered in my career. Other patients, I am more or less. From their facial expressions or words, they can figure out some of their mental activities, so as to prescribe the right medicine, but I really can’t guess what you are. I really want to know, what do you think?”

Xia Beiqing manually moved, and wrote on the paper.

——Does the pursuit of death and liberation mean illness?

Yang Shao nodded: "In my opinion, it is sickness, and... you want to commit suicide, not to seek liberation, because you are weak, you want to escape, and you are not afraid of death. Why are you afraid of living?"

Xia Beiqing had no reaction again, and there was silence in the room.

After a long while, Yang Shao took out a book from his briefcase and handed it to Xia Beiqing: "This is a very interesting book I brought you today. You can take a look when you have time."

Xia Beiqin did not pick up.

Yang Shao gently placed the book next to him, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, in the notebook for you, did you record your feelings and worries on it?"

Xia Beiqing nodded.

Yang Shao smiled and said, "Write more, it's better than holding it in your heart."

It was almost noon before Yang Shao came out of the room.

On the sofa, Shen Zhiyu stood up, poured a glass of water and handed it to Yang Shao, and asked, "It's over? How is the situation today?"

Yang Shao shrugged his shoulders: "It's not the same as before."

no progress.

Shen Zhiyu's expression was slightly lonely.

Xia Beiqing did not respond again.

Yang Shao put his arm on the table and changed the subject: "You don't like to hear what I said, so let's talk about you. What do you want to do the most?"

Xia Beiqing didn't speak.

Yang Shao asked and answered: "Well... let me guess, you have always wanted Shen Zhiyu to leave and never show up in front of you again."

Hearing this, Xia Beiqing turned his eyes to look at Yang Shao a little, then nodded, took the pen to write.

——Since you know, let him go.

Yang Shao asked, "What happened after he left? Last time he left, you still committed suicide, didn't you?"

Xia Beiqing's hand holding the pen trembled, and the tip of the pen was facing the paper, but he still didn't write anything after all.

"He stays, you want to commit suicide, he leaves as you wish, you still want to commit suicide, why?" Yang Shao observed Xia Beiqing and asked.

Xia Beiqing slowly lowered his head.

Yang Shao was helpless.