Chapter 1221

Zhang Heng followed Song Jia and walked into Dr. Baker's room.

Dr. Baker, on the other hand, extended his head and looked around the house quickly before closing the door.

As Song Jia said, the first floor is completely the layout of the clinic. There is a small reception area, an old sofa and a TV set. It is separated by a curtain. Behind the curtain should be the treatment room.

This kind of arrangement is certainly not reasonable elsewhere, because meeting with a psychologist is a very private thing, especially when receiving treatment, patients may need to pour out some of their deep buried privacy, so they need an undisturbed space to get a sense of security, not separated from the reception area only by a curtain.

But here, because the number of patients on the island itself is very rare, basically after the date is agreed, Dr. Baker will not let other people in, so it has little impact.

"Long time no see, Dr. Baker. You don't look very well. Are you ill?" Song Jia asked after entering the room.

"I'm fine." Instead of opening the curtain for Zhang Heng to enter the treatment room, Dr. Baker replied in a hurry. Instead, he turned around and came to a wardrobe. He opened the wooden door with all kinds of bottles and cans on it. It was obvious that he used it as a medicine cabinet at ordinary times.

Dr. Baker rummaged over it for a while and found a white medicine bottle. Zhang Heng's eyes were very sharp and saw zopiclone printed on the bottle. It is a sleeping pill, which is also commonly used in the market. Compared with the previous two generations, it has better safety, lower tolerance and dependence.

It seems that Dr. Baker doesn't intend to help Zhang Heng with diagnosis and treatment at all. He wants to take some sleeping pills casually and then dismiss the latter. However, when he opens the white medicine bottle, he can't help but curse in a low voice. Then he covers the bottle again and puts it back on the shelf.

His action is very fast, but still can't escape Zhang Heng's eyes, opening a way, "doctor, are you also insomnia recently?"

"Well, I'm a little stressed at work, so I'll take some medicine before I go to bed." Dr. Baker said casually, but even Songjia on one side could hear that he was talking nonsense. People on the island knew that the business of Dr. Baker's clinic had not been good for a day or two, and it had been a miserable business at best. In fact, there were very few things in the school, so why the pressure of work.

But Songjia didn't say anything. He watched Dr. Baker come to the refrigerator again. He took out half a bottle of soft candy and put it in Zhang Heng's hand. "Melatonin should improve your sleep. One hundred Krones. Go back to eat for a while. If you can't, come back to me."

Zhang Heng looked at the bottle of melatonin in his hand, but he didn't worry about paying the bill. He said faintly, "what do you do if I take it away?"

"Don't worry about me. I'll buy more." Beck waved and then stood there staring at them, with a look that you could go.

This made Songjia, who had been stressing with Zhang Heng all the way how hospitable the people on the island were, look very embarrassed. Especially before, she swore to Zhang Hengxin that maybe she could have dinner at Dr. Baker's house. As a result, the latter was driving them away like flies. Songjia even doubted whether Dr. Baker had guessed their true intention.

But Zhang Heng didn't move his steps, just casually put the bottle of melatonin on the sofa, and then said again, "this time, in addition to looking for your help, I have something else."

"Are you their people?"

It's a very simple sentence, but I don't know why Dr. Baker's face changed greatly. He stepped back half a step, and his face, which had no blood color, looked even paler.

Zhang Heng's eyes moved. He wanted to follow Dr. Baker's words, but Song Jia asked, "what are their people?"

"Isn't it?" The terrible light in Dr. Beck's eyes faded a little, but he remained alert. At the same time, he urged, "take the medicine and leave. We have nothing to talk about."

Songjia smell speech also have no way, can only look to Zhang Heng.

However, to her surprise, Zhang Heng didn't say anything more. He just took a deep look at Dr. Baker and walked to the gate.

And just as he was about to step out of the door, Dr. Baker's voice came from behind, "wait, you have something left."

As he spoke, he picked up the bottle of melatonin from the sofa and threw it to Zhang Heng.

The latter caught it, drew a hundred crowns from his wallet and put it on the shoe rack.

Songjia muddled with Zhang Heng and went back to the SUV. It seemed that he was still wondering why Dr. Baker had become like this. After a moment, he asked Zhang Heng again, "where are we going next to find the person in the second photo?"

"Don't worry. Anyway, it's time for dinner, so let's have dinner first. Then we'll go to the hotel and check in." Zhang Heng is a change before state, no longer anxious.

"Well, don't you continue the investigation?" Song Jia is a little puzzled.

On the way here, she was worried that Zhang Heng would do something bad to Dr. Baker in order to investigate. However, after meeting Dr. Baker, she became more curious than Zhang Heng about what happened to him.But after listening to Zhang Heng, "no, thank you very much for your help. Let's stop here today, and we'll continue tomorrow."

Then Zhang Heng pointed to the bar across the street, "is there anything to eat?"

"Well, there are beer, bread, fresh fish and shrimp, and sea dog meat," Songjia said. "But if you want to eat vegetables, you still have to go to a restaurant. The vegetables on the island are basically transported by air from Denmark, so the price is very low..."

"It doesn't matter. Just eat there. Do as the Romans do, and you can't run around any more." Zhang Hengdao.

"Good."

Although Songjia has a lot to ask, Zhang Heng still starts the car first and moves it to the bar. When he leaves, Songjia seems to see Dr. Baker standing by the window again and watching them silently.

After dinner, Songjia opened his mouth several times, trying to continue to mention the questions he didn't ask before. However, Zhang Heng turned the topic aside. Finally, they finished their dinner in a dull atmosphere.

"Are you still used to it?" After dinner, Songjia asked.

"What?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.

"The food here is very different from that in your country." Songjia said, "in fact, there is a Hong Kong Restaurant on the island. The fried rice is delicious. If you are not used to it, we can go there."

"Oh, thank you. I'm full. Check out." Zhang Heng put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth.

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