Now, Tang Bao felt that she had added another problem to her psyche.
When someone said that she looked like someone, the shadow in her heart would grow.
Did she have a common face? Not only did she look like Xiao Rui, but she also said that she looked like a celebrity.
What the hell?
After getting out of the elevator, Tang Bao waited for the elevator door to close behind her.
She turned around and looked at her figure, face, and head to toe in the aluminum alloy mirror of the elevator door.
She did look a little similar.
Not like a certain celebrity, but like all the celebrities.
Celebrities always looked like her when they went out.
Her whole body was wrapped up like she had rubella.
Tang Bao could not help it.
Although she felt that the possibility of Di Haotian following her was very small, Tang Bao had to eliminate this small possibility.
Based on the lesson learned from the past, she felt that it was necessary to dress up like this.
If Di Haotian suddenly appeared in front of her, she would not be able to hide.
However, Tang Bao's awareness was still too small.
If Di Haotian really appeared, would she be able to escape?
She arrived at the doctor's consultation room.
The doctor with white hair and glasses looked like a very experienced person with a lot of experience in psychology.
He also looked quite kind, which made Tang Bao's mood slightly relax.
"Please tell me about your symptoms," the doctor said.
Tang Bao first looked around as if she was worried that someone would hear her.
Seeing her sneaky look, the doctor said, "Don't worry, the patient's privacy will never be revealed."
Indeed, there was not even an assistant in the consultation room. There was only one doctor.
"It's just that … when I'm nervous, scared, or under pressure, I steal things."
"Then tell me about the circumstances under which you stole things every time. Be specific."
"The first time was when I was in high school. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to get into university, so I went to the supermarket to steal things. The second time was when I learned that my father had a car accident, so I went to the supermarket to steal things. The third time was when my father was seriously ill, and I stole people's wallets in the hospital. The fourth time was when I learned that my father might have died, so I stole things from the supermarket. That's all. "
"It seems that you don't care about who or where you steal things."
"Yes. Doctor, is my illness very serious? "
"Don't worry, as long as you cooperate with the psychotherapy, you'll get better." The biggest characteristic of a psychiatrist was that they wouldn't add more burden to a person's flawed psyche.
That would only worsen the patient's condition.
"That's good." Tang Bao heaved a sigh of relief.
She had never thought of looking at this kind of disease before, but she was also afraid that it would get worse.
Besides, she had other people to consider.
"May I ask if your mother is still alive?" the doctor asked as he wrote down her description. "Does she know you have this habit?"
"My mother passed away many years ago."
The doctor looked up and asked, "How did he pass away?"
"Sick."
"How old were you?"
"When I was ten years old."
"Are you close to your mother?"
"Of course."
"That's it. You would only steal things because something happened to your loved ones. It could be said that under normal circumstances, your nervousness wouldn't cause you to steal things. So, I want to ask, when your mother was sick, did you steal anything? "
Tang Bao recalled what happened when she was about ten years old and shook her head. "I don't remember stealing anything. I remember that the first time I stole something was during the college entrance examination. "
"Were you stimulated?"
"No."
"So, during the college entrance examination, you suddenly couldn't control yourself and wanted to steal things?"
"Yes, I couldn't control myself." If she could control herself, she wouldn't have come to see a psychiatrist. She could have cured herself.
Tang Bao looked at the doctor who was writing quickly and asked again, "Doctor, is it difficult to treat me?"
"Psychological diseases are inseparable from external factors. There are stimulants, desires, and lack of love. In other words, there are three kinds of stealing. The first kind is the behavior of stealing because you are not satisfied with material things and want to get something for nothing. The second kind is when you are stimulated by external events and want to use the tension of stealing to cure the uneasiness in your heart. It's like fighting poison with poison. The third kind is when you want to steal something to attract someone's attention. "
"The second kind."
"But you said that you were not stimulated. This is a psychological disease that is stimulated. "
Tang Bao's heart was burning with anger.
She stared at the doctor. Are you sure he's not a quack? Do I need to hide my illness from you? If I hide my illness, I won't come.
But what he said made sense.
She was definitely not the desire type, so she was left with the lack of love.
"Do I lack love?" Tang Bao asked herself. "It doesn't seem like it."
"Sometimes, people with psychological diseases don't realize their problems. It's like a mental patient who says that he's not sick. Sometimes, the effects of the illness were imperceptible. Are you afraid that you won't do well in the college entrance examination because you're worried that your family will blame you? "
"Yes." Tang Bao was afraid that her father would scold her. Then, Zhou Xiangting and her mother would be even more proud.
She stole because of Tang Qishan.
In that case, was it really caused by a lack of love?
"Now that your father has passed away, you can see if you will still steal in the future. If you don't steal, then you will be cured. "
Tang Bao walked out of the consultation room, still in disbelief.
She really wouldn't steal anymore?
The elevator door opened, and a woman walked out with a bag on her arm.
Tang Bao's eyes followed her. She didn't have any desire to steal.
She even despised her.
She really couldn't understand why she couldn't control herself when she stole.
If she understood, she wouldn't have to see the doctor.
She hoped that the doctor was right and that she would be cured.
For some reason, Tang Bao always felt that the second situation was very similar to hers.
But she hadn't been stimulated.
Sigh, don't think about it. Let's listen to the doctor!
The phone on his body rang.
Tang Bao took out her phone as she entered the elevator.
She saw that it was Di Haotian. She looked at the time. It wasn't even seven o 'clock yet.
Why was he looking for her?
People with a guilty conscience didn't want to answer the phone. It was as if Di Haotian's dark eyes could see through her if she answered.
She answered —
"What is it? There's still half an hour before seven o 'clock! "
"Where are you? I'll pick you up."
"Didn't I say that I'll take the company's car back?"
"I'm already on my way."
"…" Tang Bao gnashed her teeth in anger.
Did this person hear what she said or not?
Did he automatically ignore it?
"I'm at Luxury Street."
After Tang Bao hung up the phone, she wished that the number on the elevator would jump from 6 to 1.
After getting out of the elevator, Tang Bao ran out of the hospital.
As she ran, she took off her hat, glasses, and mask and threw them into the trash can next to her.
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