Chapter 942

The selected sunglasses are dark, and you can't see the eyes behind them at all. But most of the face outside the sunglasses, the tall bridge of the nose, the thin lips that are more beautiful than petals, and the face lines that are as resolute as knives, are not so beautiful?

When Beiming Liancheng came near, the little nurses who were waiting for him were all staring at him. Their eyes were straight, but they couldn't recover.

When did such a handsome man come to their hospital? It's so tall. It's almost 1.9 meters by sight, but it's not bulky. The golden ratio is about the long legs like him. It's so perfect that people want to knock him down and see them with their own eyes.

"Don't you have this subject?" She was staring at the man thin lips tight, it is obvious that a pair of impatient attitude.

Nurse young lady Leng next, just slowly return to God, opened mouth, surprised way: "Sir, what department do you want to hang up?"

She didn't understand what he was saying just now. From the first moment he appeared in the lobby, all their colleagues' attention was focused on him. When they saw him, they lost their souls.

Beiming Liancheng was really impatient. If he hadn't been persuading himself, he would have been cured. When those women looked at him with the same kind of eyes, he would have turned around and left long ago.

With disgust, he asked again, "where is the Department of mental illness?"

"Mental illness?" The nurse blinked and thought for a long time. Suddenly, she screamed: "Sir, do you want to see a psychologist?"

She called, decibels big enough, people around had been paying attention to the north of Liancheng, listen to her call, everyone's eyes suddenly a little more shocked.

It's a pity that such a handsome man, who is more attractive than a star, has mental illness and needs to see a psychologist.

However, it doesn't look like a person with a problem. Is it Not there?

Countless suspicious eyes turned to this side, and they all focused on somewhere under his waist.

As soon as the big palm of Beiming Liancheng was tight, the cold air all over his body suddenly overflowed. The cold air scared several nurses who were not far away from him suddenly changed their faces.

It was not easy to hang up the number for him and tell him where to go. Until we watched him leave, we couldn't get back to God.

Can't such a young and handsome man be true? It's a pity that they can't see what's wrong with him except that he can't.

It's not that Beiming Liancheng doesn't know what those people are thinking. Maybe he would have doubted it.

But he is not no good now. He is afraid that he is too good. When he looks at the woman, he will think about the situation that he has pressed her down anytime and anywhere. When he thinks about it, the damned place is really So good that he would spit on himself.

With a cold face, he quickly came to the outside of a room and looked at the five big words "Department of mental illness" written by the door. He was still a little embarrassed.

If he changed the past, he would never believe that he would come to see a psychologist one day. He didn't feel ashamed, he just hated the feeling that he had no way to grasp himself.

The door in front of him was closed, and the number on the screen was the one in front of him.

A small hospital has the advantages of a small hospital. When there are not many people, you don't need to spend a lot of time queuing up. If it's a big hospital, it's not a VIP. If you go to see a doctor, even if it's just a simple cold and fever, you can't say that a whole day's time will be wasted.

However, I don't know if the patients who went to see the psychiatrist took a long time. Even if they were only one number short, Beiming Liancheng was waiting outside the door for more than ten minutes.

Almost lost all patience, want to turn away, finally the door was opened.

Out came a woman, wearing a hat and sunglasses, and a mask. When she came out, she was hunched. Obviously, she didn't want people to see her real appearance.

Beiming Liancheng didn't look at her more. Like her, she didn't want to be known more or less. It's normal to wrap herself up like this.

After looking at the door, he didn't even notice that it was closed.

The woman's eyes blinked, thought for a while, and determined that what just went in was Beiming Liancheng.

But she couldn't figure out how Beiming Liancheng came to such a small hospital, and she had to see a psychologist

After thinking about it, she didn't know what had floated. She looked at the door again and then turned away.

As for Beiming Liancheng, after the door was closed, I still felt it was not safe, so I locked the door from inside.

Hearing the sound of locking the door, the doctor sitting behind the desk was slightly stunned. He looked up and saw a tall man with sunglasses, together with a cold air from head to foot, walking towards him.

The doctor was still startled by the frost on his face and his action of locking the door. He subconsciously moved his chair away from the desk, which is also far away from the man who pulled the stool and sat down in front of the desk."Sir, you Name... " The doctor looked at the registration form displayed on the computer.

10. What does that mean? Without a name, how do people do things? How can I register him without a name?

"What's the problem?" Beiming Liancheng's eyes, which were more beautiful than Zhuoshi's, stared at him through his sunglasses. The voice full of cold breath immediately frightened the doctor's fingertips.

The doctor hastily gathered his mind and gave him a smile. He said with a dry smile, "no problem, no problem."

Probably just do not want to let people know that he came to see mental illness, will close the door, although this move is really a bit scary.

However, those who are psychiatrists are more or less afraid of patients, and those who come to see them are people with mental diseases as the name suggests.

People with mental illness can't speak well. Some people have a lot of exposure, terror, extreme and even cruelty in their subconscious. It is because these emotions become more and more arrogant and make them unable to suppress themselves that they feel anxious and need to come to a doctor for treatment.

In fact, after saying so much, it's better to be frank. Among these patients, there is a high possibility of mental illness.

So, his action of locking the door made the doctor a little uneasy.

Beiming even stares at him. The doctor's face is slightly pale. His eyes dare not even look directly at him. His eyes are flickering and his eyelids are trembling.

He could not help frowning and humming coldly, "are you afraid?"

The doctor was shocked. He finally looked at him again and said with a dry smile, "what are you afraid of? How can you be afraid? What can be afraid of? Ha ha... "

He laughed twice again, what else did he want to say, but Beiming Liancheng lightly pointed out: "your eyelids are shaking like this, you are clearly guilty, you are afraid of me."

The doctor blinked his eyes. Because of his words, his breathing was disordered.

But he still grinned, trying to calm himself down.

The other party is a patient and he is a doctor. If the doctor is afraid of the patient, how can he continue to see the disease?

Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm down and said, "why, you're only here to see a doctor. How can I be afraid of you? By the way, Mr. X, you Is there anything I can do for you? "