I waited for over an hour before Hua Wenfeng's patient finally came out.
Then I went in with my registration slip and depression self-assessment form and closed the door.
Hua Wenfeng sat inside in a white coat. Just like in his photograph, he had a kindly face. He was well suited to this work, with a manner that put people at ease.
He always wore a smile that made people relax without realizing it, and the way he spoke gave an even stronger impression of his gentle temperament.
"Mr. Chen, if you didn't answer the questions on the self-assessment form carelessly, then your depression is very severe."
Hua Wenfeng frowned slightly, showing a doctor's compassion. "Your condition has persisted for nearly a year at least, causing abnormalities in your dopamine secretion, excitatory neurotransmitters, brain fluctuation, and many other indicators. Why didn't you see a doctor sooner?"
Outside earlier, besides filling out those self-assessment forms, I had also undergone some other tests.
I hadn't answered the questions on the self-assessment form randomly, either. I had answered every one carefully.
But I couldn't understand those indicators. Perhaps I really was a little depressed.
Fortunately, I believed in Taoism. Otherwise, I would have killed myself last year.
"Dr. Hua, I... don't want people to think there's something wrong with me."
"Why would you think that?"
Hua Wenfeng patiently began counseling me. "This isn't a psychiatric illness, but a psychological one. If it isn't treated early, it will lead to physical symptoms."
"All of us get sick. From birth to death, no one goes through life without getting sick. It's nothing to be ashamed of talking about."
We then talked for more than forty minutes.
I had to admit, Hua Wenfeng was a very professional psychologist. Those forty-odd minutes of conversation actually did a