Psychological Fragments

"Doctor Shen, please be careful." It was the first time she had shown that look—an expression I couldn't quite place. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but he also seemed to know that it would be useless. Having been a psychological counselor for more than ten years, I have seen too many people with all kinds of stories, but most of them have given up hope of being understood before they open their mouths. She collapsed on the floor of the waiting area, only two steps from the door. Face down, his hands still stretched forward, as if he wanted to grab something. Isn't she Lin Nian? No, she should be called Zhao Min.