Recast youth

Chapter 1109 Depression

How could I have a mental illness?
These words filled Ye Feng's heart all night. He used various evidences to overturn Wen Yueqi's conjecture. I am so rich, I can have whatever I want. As long as I want it, I can afford it.

I have such a big company.

I have so many people who look up to me.

I also have so many people who are envious of my wealth and even want to chase my women. As long as I want them, I will hook my fingers and they will take off their clothes and climb into my bed.

As long as I think, I can even make all the rich people in this world kneel at my feet and worship my wealth in the future.

How could I be sick?

Just because I can't decide between Kong Jingke and Zhang Lan, do you think I'm obsessed and have a mental illness?

so funny.

It is really unnecessary and meaningless to take part in any kind of psychological evaluation.

Ye Feng shook his head. At this moment, the door outside rang, and Ye Feng asked: "Who?"

"I."

Wen Yueqi's voice came from outside the door: "Open the door."

Ye Feng got up and went to open the door. Then he saw Wen Yueqi standing outside the door wearing casual clothes. Ye Feng asked in confusion: "It's so early, aren't you sleeping?"

"Morning? Is it still early?"

Wen Yueqi looked at it strangely, then opened her phone and put it in front of Ye Feng: "What time is it now?"

The phone says 7:30.

Ye Feng was startled for a moment, and then subconsciously turned to look at the window sill. There was light on the curtains. He walked over and pulled the curtains to both sides. The next moment, Ye Feng covered his eyes.

Although the sunlight was not strong at this time, Ye Feng's eyes still felt obviously uncomfortable and felt that the sudden bright light was very dazzling.

Wen Yueqi came over, looked at Ye Feng, who was covering his eyes, and asked, "You didn't sleep all night last night, did you?"

"No, I woke up again after sleeping for a while."

Ye Feng adapted for a while, put down his hand, then looked at Wen Yueqi as if nothing had happened, and said, "Shall we go to the company now? I want to talk about the company's share ratio distribution at the company."

At this point, Ye Feng said to Wen Yueqi: "By the way, I plan to let you subscribe for 2% of the original shares and make you an independent director of the company. What do you think? Sister Qi, let me tell you, our company has great potential. Yes, you will see this in a year."

Wen Yueqi said: "My status is not suitable for holding shares in listed companies."

Ye Feng suddenly remembered that the children of leaders were not allowed to work in listed companies. They were too sensitive, so he said: "That's okay, you can use the Obsidian Fund to hold shares. When the time comes, I can let the Obsidian Fund The shareholding ratio increased to 5%."

Wen Yueqi neither agreed nor objected. She looked at Ye Feng and asked, "Are you still going to the hospital?"

"Of course not."

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "I'm fine. I need to see a psychiatrist if I have nothing to do."

"It won't waste much time to go take a look, right?" Wen Yueqi looked at Ye Feng: "Or are you really afraid that you will be found to have psychological problems?"

Ye Feng was suffocated and looked at Wen Yueqi helplessly: "Are you really going?"

"It's not a bad thing to go and have a look." Wen Yueqi insisted.

"Okay, let's go so that you can give up."

Although Ye Feng was extremely reluctant to see a psychiatrist, seeing Wen Yueqi's insistence, he had no choice but to agree, and Ye Feng did not believe that he really had any mental illness.

"That's right."

Wen Yueqi nodded, adjusted Ye Feng's clothes, and said with a smile: "Change your clothes, I'll wait for you outside."

……

After half an hour.

Ye Feng and Wen Yueqi came to Dongzhou No. 1 Civil Hospital. Ye Feng paid for the registration. Then on the way to the psychiatric outpatient clinic with Wen Yueqi, Ye Feng was still pretending to be relaxed and joking with Wen Yueqi: "Sister Qi, do you know the psychiatric appraisal certificate?" ?”

"Huh?" Wen Yueqi tilted her head.

Ye Feng said with a smile: "In the past, I really hoped to have a mental illness certificate. When the time comes, no matter what extreme things I do, I can tell others that I am mentally ill, and then I will not be punished by law."

"Then do you want to thank me for making your dream come true?" Wen Yueqi accompanied Ye Feng and smiled. "I think so too."

Ye Feng sighed deliberately: "The key is that some wishes are destined to not come true. Those that can come true are not wishes."

"Okay, we're at the place, don't talk nonsense."

While the two were talking, they arrived outside the psychiatric clinic. Wen Yueqi took Ye Feng in. For some reason, Ye Feng, who had been pretending to smile easily before, couldn't laugh anymore after entering this door.

Sitting on the table was a doctor in a white coat, who was in his early 30s.

When Ye Feng saw the doctor, he had the urge to turn around and leave. His heart was filled with the thought that I am not sick. Why should I come? Why should I let others pry into my psychology?
Seeing that Ye Feng was silent, Wen Yueqi said to the doctor, "My friend is here for a psychological evaluation."

"Hello, please take a seat."

The doctor looked at Ye Feng, motioned him to sit down, then looked at Ye Feng's registration form, and then saw Ye Feng himself. He was startled for a moment, and asked a little uncertainly: "Hello, are you Ye Feng, the boss of Lanshan Company?" Total?"

"Yes." Ye Feng sat down. He was a little resistant to psychological evaluation, but since they were already here, he had no choice but to take it as it came.

The doctor said happily: "That's right. I'm a loyal player of your company's "Fireline Assault". I didn't expect to meet you, Mr. Ye, on such an occasion."

"Well, not a very good occasion."

Ye Feng glanced at Wen Yueqi next to him, then looked at the doctor again, and said with some helplessness: "My friend thought I had a mental problem, so he took me to see a psychiatrist."

"Just doing a psychological evaluation doesn't mean you really have a psychological problem."

The doctor took a test form, handed it to Ye Feng to fill out, and then asked in a casual tone: "Mr. Ye, have you ever been unhappy for more than half a month, have no interest in doing anything, and have no desire to do anything?" Are these manifestations of interest in doing things, self-blame, self-guilt, poor self-feeling, not wanting to interact with others, poor sleep, and decreased responsiveness?”

Ye Feng was more defensive. He stopped filling in the measurement form, thought for a moment, raised his head and said, "I don't have any of these symptoms."

"Ok."

The doctor nodded and started recording.

At this time, Wen Yueqi said from the side: "Doctor, he didn't sleep all night last night. He suffered from insomnia and didn't even notice it was dawn."

Wasn’t it because you instilled in me that there was something wrong with my psychology that I had insomnia?Ye Feng thought dissatisfiedly, of course, Ye Feng only dared to think about these in his heart, but on the surface it was difficult to tell Wen Yueqi.

The doctor looked at Ye Feng, eased Ye Feng's guard, and said: "Mr. Ye, you can treat me as a friend. To be honest, I admire you. You are younger than me and you have created such a big company. "FireWire" "Assault" is a very well-made game and is much more playable than Counter-Strike..."

Ye Feng knew that the doctor was getting closer to him, and then he reflected that his reaction was indeed a bit extreme. He should not be so defensive. As Wen Yueqi said, if there is really no problem, it is okay to face it.

"Well, I understand, you can ask now." Ye Feng looked up at the doctor.

The doctor asked: "Have you had insomnia recently?"

"Probably not." Ye Feng replied.

The doctor asked: "What about lack of interest?"

Ye Feng asked back: "Does making money count as a hobby?"

The doctor was suffocated and then asked: "Besides making money? Do you have any other interests?"

"It seems not." Ye Feng thought for a moment, and it seemed that besides making money, he really had no hobbies.

The doctor nodded: "Have you ever blamed yourself or others for something? For example, you had the idea of ​​hurting yourself or hurting people around you."

……

After half an hour.

Ye Feng got his diagnosis certificate.

Moderate depression.

Ye Feng thought it was ridiculous and took the list that the doctor wrote while asking questions. It said: "Emotional disorder", avoid wearing the label of "mental illness".

Mood, emotion: depression, lack of happiness, pessimism about life, and lack of interest.

Thinking and cognition: Self-blame, self-guilt, difficulty in thinking, and hesitation.

Ye Feng felt that such a diagnosis was more and more ridiculous, put down the paper, and walked out of the psychiatric clinic without looking back.

(End of this chapter)