Crazy Psychologist: Chapter 733 facial paralysis

Luo Yang drove his little Land Rover to the downstairs of Zhu Xiaoming's house. Zhu Xiaoming's residential area was built in the late 1990s. The structure of the house is good, but it is a bit old. The outer walls are in disrepair, and the walls are turning yellow. vicissitudes of life.

Luo Yang knew that Zhu Xiaoming had started to live alone a long time ago, and the relationship between his parents was relatively indifferent, and they lived their own lives separately for a long time. According to Luo Yang's understanding, they lived as a separated family of three even though they were not divorced.

This small second-bedroom apartment in Libei District was left to Zhu Xiaoming by his grandmother.

The relationship between Zhu Xiaoming and his grandmother is far stronger than that of his parents. When he was a child, there was a saying that his mother gave birth, his grandmother took care of him, and his father came to watch. Zhu Xiaoming wanted to laugh when he heard this, but he couldn't.

Wearing a blue-gray sweater and a pair of jeans, Zhu Xiaoming saw Luo Yang's little white Land Rover as soon as he walked out of the corridor.

"Morning, Brother Xiao Ming, you are hungry, I will take you to have morning tea."

With a smile on his face, Luo Yang started the car with ease, checked the rearview mirror, reversed the car, and turned around with smooth movements.

Zhu Xiaoming fastened his seat belt and sat in the co-pilot seat and didn't say anything. He just felt very relaxed. He always felt very at ease when he was with Luo Yang. Working in the prison, he faces serious criminals every day, but he is not covered by a mask, and the whole person is smiling.

Zhu Xiaoming was somewhat envious.

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"Still can't laugh?" Luo Yang skillfully ordered a pot of Pu'er tea, and circled a few dim sum dishes on the menu, including tangerine peel meatballs, shrimp dumplings, quicksand buns, and fried noodles with soy sauce.

"Ah, there is probably something wrong with my face." Zhu Xiaoming laughed at himself.

"Facial paralysis?" Luo Yang said casually.

"Well, didn't I go to the hospital these two days? I also found some information on the Internet. My situation is most likely to be facial paralysis, so you see, I can't laugh if I want to."

"That's not the case, try crying."

Zhu Xiaoming was taken aback, "Crying?"

"If you have facial paralysis, you can't laugh, and you can't cry, so why don't you try?"

Although Zhu Xiaoming couldn't laugh, it was no easier to make him cry suddenly than it was to make him laugh.

He twitched the corner of his mouth vigorously, covered his face and rubbed it up and down a few times, but he couldn't squeeze out a single tear.

"Look, the muscles on the face are just a little tense. It has nothing to do with facial paralysis. You have never seen a person with facial paralysis." Luo Yang said, picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it on his plate, and continued: "The prisoner is from Jiangsu. The one who turned over there, I don’t know what happened at home, anyway, it was transferred to our Toyokawa side, to make the prisoner feel better.”

Zhu Xiaoming nodded while drinking tea.

Luo Yang chewed down a shrimp dumpling in one gulp, "Shrimps have shrimp ways, and crabs have crab ways. Anyway, I don't know what they have thought up, but this prisoner has facial paralysis at a young age. That face is real." Laughing is scarier than crying."

Faces that are scarier to laugh than cry are rare under normal circumstances, but in prisons, especially in prisons for serious criminals like Toyokawa No. 1 Prison, there are very, very many faces that are uglier than crying. Not uncommon.

"How old?" he asked.

"28!"

"What?" The shrimp on Zhu Xiaoming's chopsticks rolled onto the plate and flicked lightly.

"28, this guy was sentenced to 20 years at the age of 23. It is said that he was frostbitten, his face was paralyzed, and half of his face was unconscious. During fights, he specially brought the unconscious half of his face in front of others, and beat him a hundred times."

"Isn't it broken? You always get beaten, and your facial nerves are broken." Zhu Xiaoming's soft and weak voice Luo Yang is quite used to hearing it, but two girls at the next table found it strange and turned their faces to look for it. Seeing the source of the voice, Zhu Xiaoming immediately lowered his eyes, staring closely at his plate and the two finger-knuckle-sized shrimp on it.

"It's probably a policeman, not a prisoner." The muttering from the neighboring table drifted to the dining table, like white steaming paper stuck to a quicksand bag.

Luo Yang continued as if nothing had happened: "So I said that you are not facial paralysis at all. I have seen many people with facial paralysis. It is not like you. If you don't believe me, just go to the neurology department for an examination."

"What are you going to do after dinner?"

Luo Yang didn't intend to hide it from Zhu Xiaoming, anyway, he had already arrived near the Huayuan Bridge Community Health Center, and let Mu Chun show him in a while. This is one of Luo Yang's plans for today. As for the other thing, he I was also ordered by the leader to discuss with Mu Chun about the evaluation of the mental state of the inmates~www.mtlnovel.com~After Pan Guangshen's incident last time, Fengchuan Prison is considered to be ahead of all the prisoners in the Yangtze River Delta in terms of education In front of the prison, next, the leader definitely hopes to maintain this benchmark and pioneer position. Who doesn't like the feeling of being praised in a meeting.

Don't you want Mu Chun to use more energy to shine into the high wall? Someone has to speak up about this kind of thing. Luo Yang is the first team, he is the captain, and he is also the team member. This time the prison If you want a real thing, an effective evaluation system, preferably one that is easy to operate and can be read by everyone.

"To tell you the truth, I'll go to Dr. Mu." Luo Yang poured Zhu Xiaoming a glass of water, and added another glass for himself.

"Is that the director of the physical and mental department you mentioned last time?"

"Yes, have you met him yet?" Luo Yang asked knowingly.

"I went to see Dr. Chu a few days ago. I told you on the phone just now. He's a nice guy."

"Still single." Luo Yang said with a hippie smile.

The corners of Zhu Xiaoming's eyes twitched a few times, what was Luo Yang thinking? Too bored in jail?

"Single or something, I'm still single anyway, Luo Yang's baby is already very big."

"No, I'm so bored, I don't like reading... Let's not talk about this, let's talk about Dr. Chu, how is it, has she thought of any way to help you?"

"Dr. Mu Chun, he said this word when he was analyzing criminal personality. He said that some criminals seem to have a certain degree of social barriers. I don't know the exact word order. Anyway, I remember this word. You It’s a bit like you, it’s hard to deal with people, and it’s hard to make friends, let alone girlfriends.”

What Luo Yang said was the truth, the truth, the more Zhu Xiaoming heard it, the more frightened his expression became.