Xue Qiandai volunteered to undergo "hypnosis," believing that Madam Zhao had also been influenced by hypnotic suggestions.
Unexpectedly, Huang Lufei did not immediately initiate hypnosis. Instead, he explained to her: "Hypnosis is essentially a state of 'trance' or 'ftonic state' characterized by highly concentrated attention. In this state, the body's senses tend to relax, and the mind is no longer 'alert.' Therefore, the hypnotized person is highly susceptible to psychological suggestion, and their imagination is significantly enhanced. However, what is remembered does not necessarily represent the truth. So, you should carefully consider whether or not to undergo hypnosis."
Xue Qiandai tilted her head, looking very serious. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a framed photo on the table, a picture of Huang Lufei's family of three. "According to what you said, hypnotized people are easily influenced by psychological suggestion. So, can hypnotists also implant or create a memory? Will it overwrite my original memory?"
Throughout his career, Huang Lufei has been asked many strange questions, because psychology is inherently a mysterious subject. He smiled faintly: "Theoretically, it's possible. We provide psychological counseling based on the client's needs. But rest assured, I've been a counselor for ten years, and my professional ethics are still very high."
Like many ordinary people, Xue Qiandai showed curiosity about memory. "Teacher Huang, do you have any successful cases?"
"If you are interested, you can take a look at my book 'Psychoanalysis and Self-identification,' but the main value of this book lies in the combination of the ego, the id, the true self, and psychology."
Three minutes later, Xue Qiandai decided to try hypnosis.
She lay comfortably on the soft couch, closing her eyes to rest and rejuvenate.
Huang Lufei turned on an old-fashioned gramophone and played soft music, and his voice rang out at the same time.
"Take a deep breath and relax."
"Imagine you are a fish."
"The warm seawater surrounds you, and you swim around in the water."
...
Xue Qiandai is asleep.
At first, she simply closed her eyes to rest, but the music was so gentle, and Huang Lufei's voice seemed to have a magical quality. Moreover, because she had been bedridden for a long time and her condition was uncertain, she actually slept for three hours after relaxing.
During this time, her phone kept ringing.
Huang Lufei glanced at the phone screen in her arms. She had used a photo as the caller ID, and the saved name was "A Huo Meiren". But Huo Meiren's face was too recognizable.
Huang Lufei left the hypnosis room and dialed a number.
"Ms. Xue came for a consultation today."
"She didn't use her real name and even wore ugly freckles."
"She asked about hypnosis and memory implantation. She wasn't hypnotized because... she's too carefree and thick-skinned? She fell asleep."
...
Xue Qiandai had never imagined that a psychologist possessed such strong counter-surveillance abilities. She was even more unaware that the other party already knew who she was the moment her phone rang.
Rong Xiao waited outside until the flowers withered.
However, he was well aware of his strengths; with his captivatingly handsome face, he could easily get the information from the receptionist.
"How long does it take you to see an average patient?"
While Rong Xiao was waiting there, the receptionist kept glancing at him. So handsome! Flawless beauty! If only I had him as a boyfriend…
Upon hearing Rong Xiao's question, the receptionist nearly fainted with happiness. "Ah... oh, that's not certain. It could be as short as half an hour, or as long as it takes."
Rong Xiao noticed the burning gaze from the receptionist, a gaze he loathed. He only tolerated that look from one person: Consort Dai. If it were Lady Huo, he could accept it without a second thought. But if it were Zhao Jiequn… Damn it, why did he suddenly think of Zhao Jiequn?
He counted on his fingers, and wow, two and a half people.
He wants to continue acting.
"Your psychologists are really skilled! You've counseled so many people?"
The receptionist's hands were waving so much they were doubled. "No...not as good as you." At least not as pretty as you.
That compliment was so half-hearted.
"I don't know anything about psychological counseling."
The receptionist realized she had overreacted, her face flushing cheaply. "Yes, Dr. Huang has indeed seen many patients. His strength lies in breaking down their defenses and building trust, which is more conducive to psychotherapy." Having said a bit too much, the receptionist added, "Actually, I don't know much about it either."
Rong Xiao stared at the receptionist with unbridled arrogance, his eyes slightly upturned, making the receptionist's breathing falter.
"So, you doctors know a lot of people's secrets?"
Good heavens, this question seems to have crossed a line.
The receptionist looked around, thankfully no one was there. Emboldened, she leaned close to Rong Xiao's ear and said, "We need to keep our clients' information confidential."
Rong Xiao hummed in response, his meaning unclear. He seemed to be waiting for something.
The receptionist then added, "Let me tell you a secret, our doctor's notebook is filled with case studies. He flips through it every time he attends a psychology forum or salon."
What an unexpected bonus!
To reward the doctor, Rong Xiao winked, then coughed and returned to normal.
The receptionist thought she was hallucinating. But that look in her eyes just now was really alluring.
Xue Qiandai woke up around 6 p.m.
"What did you remember?" Huang Lufei asked.
She rubbed her eyes and shook her head. "But I feel very relaxed, like I've been floating in a warm ocean for a long time, it's very comfortable."
Huang Lufei quickly tidied up his desk. Besides the all-in-one computer, he also had an Apple laptop with a spreadsheet seemingly open on the screen. He closed it and put it in his laptop bag. "I'm going home now. Not every hypnosis session will be effective. If you feel it's not working, you can stop."
"No, I want to continue the treatment." Xue Qiandai firmly believed that the more she interacted with the patient, the more clues she would eventually discover.
"Okay, please register and make an appointment at the front desk for the specific time."
Xue Qiandai left the clinic and got into Rong Xiao's car to return to the coffee shop. Rong Xiao told her everything he had said to the receptionist, and Xue Qiandai gave him a thumbs up, "Little Xiao Xiao, you're awesome! It wasn't a waste of time to bring you!"
Just then, Huo Meiren called again. Only then did she realize that she had missed many of Meiren's calls.
"I'll wait for you at the coffee shop. Half an hour. Counts... an hour. Beep beep beep..."
A sentence without any beginning or end. But Xue Qiandai knew that the beauty was angry, and perhaps thunder was raging right now.
Rong Xiao was genuinely worried for her.
Upon arriving at their destination, Rong Xiao slipped away first. He dared not risk trouble at this critical juncture.
Xue Qiandai saw Huo Yunchao waiting at the booth, and Lan Shan, You Duoduo, and Jian Yan all gave her meaningful glances. There were five coffee cups on the table. Was he treating coffee like water or alcohol?
Upon seeing her return, Huo Yunchao, with a stern face, dragged her by the wrist and led her into the workshop. The door slammed shut, and he cornered her against the wall.
"Why didn't you answer my calls for three hours straight? Were you with Rong Xiao? Why didn't you tell me what you were doing? Why am I always the last one to find out the truth? Am I not trustworthy?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com