Wyatt looked up at Ryan, his eyes unruffled: "I know."
He's not a fool, of course he knows that.
He also knows that if Starry finds out what's on his mind, maybe he won't even have a chance to be friends.
Wyatt doesn't want to talk about it: "What can I do now?"
Ryan saw that he was not willing to mention the feelings of things, but also sagely did not chat, "Miss Bradley's state, in fact, is also the conclusion of my half-day observation, the specific how, but also need Miss Bradley with some professional tests."
Wyatt shook his head, "I asked you to come over today because I knew she wouldn't want me to interfere with her affairs."
"Then you're kind of giving me a hard time."
Ryan is putting it mildly, and Wyatt is not being a little hard on him, he's being very hard on him.
Even if he is a psychiatrist, but you can't judge Starry as having a problem based on that alone.
Human emotions are very variable and everyone has different psychological tolerance lines, so naturally, the manifestations of depression are not exactly the same.
What's more, mental illness, the patient does not cooperate, even if the doctor has a great ability, it is impossible to let the patient heal with a few words.
What he just said is just a basic judgment of Starry based on his own experience.
But there are no absolutes.
Wyatt gave Ryan a look, "What do you think the chances are that I'll be able to persuade her to cooperate with you in your treatment?"
"Not so much."
Ryan said directly: "Although I have not been in contact with Miss Bradley for a long time, I can see that Miss Bradley is an extremely assertive person, and most people who have assertions are very principled. Since she didn't tell you at the beginning, it proves that she doesn't want to tell you in the future."
"But you don't have to worry, Miss Bradley herself has cooperated with the psychiatrist to do the treatment."
Wyatt leaned back on the couch, tilted his head up, and looked at the ceiling without speaking.
Ryan's words were almost done, and he raised his hand and patted Wyatt's shoulder: "Since you want to help her, I suggest you figure out what the hell just happened."
Everyone has their own secrets, and Ryan isn't really supportive of Wyatt exploring them.
But feelings well, he also understands.
Ryan said nothing more, got up and left the room.
Izabella had just pulled open the door when she saw Ryan coming out of Wyatt's room.
Ryan saw her too and gave her a generous nod of greeting.
Before he went back to his room, Izabella opened decisively, "Mr. Beck, I'd like to talk to you for a minute."
Ryan raised an eyebrow gently and looked away, "Would Miss Baxter mind coming into my room?"
Izabella had closed the door and walked over, "Don't mind."
Ryan nodded a little, pushed the door open, and entered the room.
Izabella was right behind him and the layout of the hotel rooms were similar.
The layout of the luxury suite was much the same, and Izabella made herself comfortable and settled on the sofa.
Ryan boiled water, "What's Miss Baxter drinking?"
"Water is just fine."
Ryan poured her a warm glass of water and Izabella took it, touching the warm glass, "Mr. Beck is so attentive."
He observed all the things she did when she had her period.
Ryan also guessed what Izabella wanted to ask, he smiled a little, turned around and walked aside, took a business card from inside the business card box and handed it to Izabella.
"Miss Baxter, here's my card."
Seeing the business card, Izabella instantly understood.
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