? As the youngest doctor in clinical psychology, Jiang Yue knew it was a big gamble when he took over Chen Yu's case.
? The moment the electroshock device turned on, he drew an ∞ on my palm: "Pain is the unit conversion of love. Dr. Jiang, do you want to calculate how many joules you owe me these years?"
"Article 17 of the Code of Psychology..." Before the director finished speaking, Jiang Yue had already taken off his name tag: "Now please call me the family members of Patient No. 13...
?" He has never spoken a complete sentence since you left. "Jiang Yue stared at the magnolia projection on the bulletproof glass: He had finished speaking long ago, with three hundred and sixty-five letters.
The fifteen-year-old's writing pierced the back of the paper: "My father's new secretary wore the same pearl earrings as my mother, so I smashed all the mirrors";
On September 14, 2013, my father brought another idiot in a white coat. When he asked me to draw a family diagram, I broke his Montblanc pen. What a shame, that pen should have been inserted into his eyeball. "
May 4, 2020, "Dr. Jiang who came today did not treat me as a patient."
Today, March 21, 2023, Dr. Jiang was wearing a mint green shirt under his white coat, and my third personality suddenly wanted to learn piano. "
?"The so-called normal is just a gentle massacre of dissidents by those holding a diagnostic scepter." Chen Yanzhi, let's play a new game today. "She turned the iron box upside down, and 365 letters flew like snowflakes, "Kiss the 365 selves you have split up over the years to wake them up one by one...
? He taught me to use shackles to measure love, I taught him to sow roses in the wound...
Purpose: Tear apart the hypocritical label of "normal" and reveal the essence of love in the cracks of the soul