If Gu Zhi comforts others, he will come with his mouth open, and his expression will be sincere as much as possible.

But if you look at his eyes carefully, you will find that in fact, it is full of indifference, which has nothing to do with his enthusiasm.

"Yes, I'll get better soon, or porridge will worry, porridge will worry."

The woman is in a hurry to wipe the tears on her face, but because of mental instability, her hands are hard to wipe, and her face soon shows red marks. However, the woman seems not to realize it at all, and she is still rubbing vigorously.

Gu Zhi frowned, a trace of disgust appeared in his instinctive eyes, but he soon got rid of it.

Step forward, gently signed the woman's hand, stopped her action.

The woman looked at Gu at a loss, obviously at a loss.

"Since you think of porridge so much, how about porridge coming to see you in a few days?"

Gu Zhi bent over with a smile on his mouth and kept a distance of 40 cm from the woman. This is the safest distance for people with mental instability to calm down.

Gu Zhi just stares at the woman's eyes, waiting for her to calm down and instill this idea into her.

After all, if he wants to know more, he naturally needs to contact more with that woman. Some things always need to be seen by himself to be more sure.

No doubt, if he asked her out, she would be suspicious, but he noticed that the woman seemed to be easy to contact, but in fact, she was very defensive, and it was not good to take off accidentally.

Gu naturally won't let this happen, so her mother is the best breakthrough.

So the smile on Gu Zhi's face is more kind.

Sure enough, the woman got comfort, some lax eyes began to condense a little, Leng Leng nodded.

"I want to see my daughter. I want to see my daughter."

Some at a loss of repetition, do not know whether she knows what she is saying.

But the smile on Gu Zhi's face is a little more real. No matter what she thinks, he only cares about the result.

"Well, let Cong Cong come to see you."

Gu Zhi plans to lead her back to the ward. Today, she has been out for a long time, and her goal has been achieved. If she stays for a long time, a woman's spirit will be counterproductive and even more unstable.

Although he doesn't care much, it's not his style to watch what happens to his patients.

But I didn't expect that the woman broke away from his arm and stepped back. Gu didn't notice and didn't catch it.

"I don't want porridge, I want my daughter!"

Women seem to be defending something, so they don't let Gu touch them.

Gu Zhi looked at the woman and frowned.

"Porridge is your daughter."

Patients with mental problems can't be described according to common sense and can't guess what their thoughts are like.

Gu Zhi couldn't figure out what the woman was thinking for a moment. He stretched out his hand to bring her back to him, but he didn't expect that the woman would step back again. The repulsion was very obvious.

Notice the woman's action, Gu's brow frowned more tightly.

But the woman didn't notice Gu Zhi's abnormality, with some anxious meaning in her tone: "I want my daughter, I don't want porridge, porridge is a bad woman!"

"Congee..."

Gu originally wanted to say something, but looking at the woman's obviously fluctuating look, he wisely closed his mouth.

It's clear that women are not the right time to reason.

So soon, Gu's face changed into a smiling face again, and he actively extended his hand to the woman: "OK, we don't want porridge. Shall your daughter come?"

That tone, with coax three-year-old children have no difference, but the man's face can not see the slightest clue, so follow the woman's meaning.

"Really?"

The woman tilted her head, obviously judging the truth of the man's words.

Gu's face didn't change for a moment, his hand still kept that action, and he definitely nodded: "that's nature. How can I cheat you?"

After thinking about it, it seems that without this memory, the woman's face finally showed a happy smile and took the initiative to hold the man's hand.

"Well, my daughter is coming to see me!"

With a smile on his face, although he is in his forties, his behavior is no different from that of a three-year-old child.

Gu Zhi looked at the woman with a bright smile beside him, and his eyes were full of deep thinking.

Mingmingchang porridge is her daughter. Why is her reaction so strange? It is said that the words of mental patients are not credible, but sometimes, in fact, their words are the most straightforward.

But there is no way to be sure that their words are true, those words are false.

So Gu Zhi can only temporarily suppress this suspicion. It's obviously not suitable for questioning now. At the beginning, women didn't seem to be abnormal, but then it's obviously proved to be abnormal.

It is certain that there should be some irritating connection between the constant congee and the woman's condition.

But today's question is still fruitful.

First of all, I know why I haven't seen Chang Cong's father so far. It turns out that something happened when I was a child. In this way, I can explain why it has become what it is now.

It's just that such cases are not uncommon, so Gu Zhi just wrote down the suspicious point in his mind and waited for more evidence.

What satisfied him most was that he could make an appointment with Chang Cong through her mother's affairs.

But it's not OK these days. After all, it's obvious that women's mental state is not good. If the meticulous people over there see it, they will be suspicious, so they have to wait a few days.

The man's mind is full of thoughts, but on the surface, he doesn't show anything. He just sends the woman back to the ward with a smile on his face.

Natural road inevitably caused a wave of flower crazy little nurse's whisper, Gu Zhijun is smiling response.

In fact, after the door was closed, he returned to his expressionless indifference, but no one noticed it.

It's time for him to make a good plan. A few days later, he'll see Chang Cong again. He's looking forward to it. That woman is an interesting person

Is thinking of often porridge porridge, suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose, how to feel someone talking about themselves?

"What's the matter?"

Listen to the woman next to the voice, the man casually asked, although the voice is still cold, but often porridge also don't care.

He waved his hand: "I don't know. Maybe it's because there's too much dust in the air. It's OK."

Often porridge porridge is not sure because of what, but the air inside is not very good, often porridge simply throw the pot to the air inside.