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Zheng Xu was Xiao Qian’s patient, but also not just simply a patient.

In the future, Zheng Xu would achieve great success, so keeping his visits to a psychologist secret was essential.

So, he had used a very special way to “invite” Xiao Qian over.

At that time, Xiao Qian was abducted by a group of people in black clothes, bound hand and mouth, thrown onto a car, and taken to Zheng Xu’s villa.

Zheng Xu arrogantly stated, “Dare to spread the news of my illness, and you won’t be able to get out of here either.”

Back then, Xiao Qian was already a famous psychologist. Faced with this threat, she only slightly lifted her eyelids and gestured a five with her hand. Zheng Xu was puzzled, “What does that mean?”

Xiao Qian told him, “Fifty thousand Yuan per hour for consultation fee, not a penny less. Also — slap! She raised her hand and slapped him crisply across the face.”

This slap was in response to him having her kidnapped.

From the moment Brother Xu started his ups and downs in Jianghu, he had seen all kinds of dangers and bloodshed, but this was the first time a woman dared to hit him, and it was quite a refreshing experience.

Zheng Xu’s underlings were frightened when their boss was hit but, when they tried to teach Xiao Qian a lesson, they were stopped by just one sentence from her.

By that time, Xiao Qian was already a boss-level woman, with a successful career and powerful aura. She scanned the room and asked, “Don’t you want him to live? You won’t find a second psychologist in the country who can cure him, just try me if you don’t believe it!”

So, Zheng Xu became her patient. Xiao Qian treated him for about half a year, and although his illness was not cured, they became friends.

Zheng Xu claimed that he was protecting Xiao Qian, and many outsiders believed that there was some unspeakable relationship between Xiao Qian and Zheng Xu.

In Xiao Qian’s view, it was all nonsense. Zheng Xu had a wife, and she didn’t need a man. Both of them had similar personalities, temperaments, and tactics, so they got along well and could chat and drink together.

He was one of the few friends Xiao Qian had, and sometimes looking at him, Xiao Qian felt like she was looking at the male version of herself. She believed that Zheng Xu, when looking at her, would also have the feeling of seeing the female version of himself.

Professionally speaking, this was a spiritual pair of twins. Xiao Qian once gave a set of questions used by psychological experts to test if someone is crazy for both of them to do.

Out of 10 questions, they had the exact same answers for 8 of them, all showing high IQand psychological darkness. It was probably due to the negation of their negative traits that Xiao Qian found Zheng Xu more pleasant to look at than others, and Zheng Xu also took special care of Xiao Qian.

Unexpectedly, she would see Zheng Xu earlier in this life. Judging by his attire, he seemed to be living quite well, not as impressive as in the future, but definitely from a wealthy background, and the key he was holding belonged to a Mercedes-Benz.

Among the numerous clinical cases in Xiao Qian’s years of practice, there were not many unsuccessful ones, and Zheng Xu was one of them.

Although she had received his care and protection for many years, she could never cure his illness, which was always a knot in Xiao Qian’s heart.

Zheng Xu was not only a friend but also Xiao Qian’s spiritual twin. As long as she could cure him, Xiao Qian could also find a way to relieve her own Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.

“Hurry up! Support Brother Xu, has the 120 ambulance arrived yet?”

There was a commotion ahead, Xiao Qian looked up and saw several men carrying a fainting man over, and the one who had fainted was none other than Zheng Xu.

Zheng Xu’s eyes were closed, his face pale, breathing rapidly, and his body was soaked in sweat.

At first glance, an outsider might think it was a heart attack or other acute condition, but Xiao Qian saw it at once: Zheng Xu’s specific phobia had been triggered!

It was exactly the same as when he became ill in his previous life.

“No need to send him to the hospital, find a private room, and I will treat him.” Xiao Qian went forward without hesitation.

Zheng Xu’s subordinates were waiting for the elevator and looked at Xiao Qian skeptically when she spoke up.

“You?”

“I am a psychologist. Follow my instructions. Sending him to the hospital will do no good and only make his body worse.”

In his previous life, Zheng Xu had been sent to the hospital due to such an attack and was given various drugs to adjust his nervous system by incompetent doctors. As a result, not only did his condition not improve, but it worsened. When Xiao Qian took over his case, she wanted to strangle those incompetent doctors after reviewing his medical records.

Domestic neurologists love prescribing drugs. No matter what the illness, taking pills first is a habit of theirs. It’s quite unprofessional. Regardless of the cause of a mental illness, medication should be the first course of action. The rationale is akin to being treated by a good doctor: you get prescribed drugs, and if treatment doesn’t go well, you’re given an anti-inflammatory injection, which can be very harmful to your body.

Xiao Qian’s words left them unsure whether to believe her. She looked too young, not like a doctor.

Seeing their disbelief, Xiao Qian calmly explained, “He fainted because he saw something with serrated edges. Go back and check if you don’t believe me.”

One of the underlings ran back to the private room they had just left and found an impressionist painting with serrated edges hung on the wall. Only then did they believe Xiao Qian.

“Doctor, is our boss all right?”

“No big deal, take him to a private room.”

Xiao Qian directed them to carry Zheng Xu into a room, then ordered everyone to leave. She calmly stood by the window and looked outside.

What could she do? Zheng Xu’s problem was not physical but psychological, and there was no medical treatment needed for fainting caused by mental illness. They needed to wait for him to wake up.

Zheng Xu’s illness belonged to the category of specific phobias and was also known as a simple phobia.

When patients come into contact with what they fear, or even just think of it, they become anxious and terrified. They will try their best to avoid it, and in severe cases such as Zheng Xu’s, symptoms like fainting may occur.

Actually, everyone has one or more phobias to some extent, such as girls being afraid of cockroaches and snakes, some people being afraid of heights, blood, or dentists. People know what they are afraid of and can deliberately avoid these fears without treatment, but Zheng Xu couldn’t.

What he feared was very rare: he was afraid of serrated edges. As long as he saw serrated objects, he would experience palpitations and even faint. Everyday life had many such objects, and they could crop up unexpectedly, like today.

Five minutes later, Zheng Xu woke up and, upon opening his eyes, almost thought he had gone to heaven.

That’s because standing a few meters away from him was an angel backlit by soft light.

Side-facing her, looking out the window, her long eyelashes formed a beautiful shadow. The sunlight penetrated her body, casting it onto the wall, making it seem like she had wings and was glowing.

Although she stood in shadow, she looked like a vision of sunlight to anyone who saw her.

“You’re awake,” Xiao Qian turned around and said seriously.

“I am psychologist Chen Xiaoqian. I would like to discuss with you the treatment plan for your specific phobia.. Are you willing to talk to me?”