Simon is working in the clinic.
Workaholism is fundamentally a psychological disorder, but Simon doesn't intend to treat himself for it.
His patient now is still the white dragon.
After more than a month of interviews, Bailong has become much more normal. Although he still can't help asking for sex from time to time, he is finally willing to talk about things other than sex.
"You know what? The homework you assigned me last time asked me to go back and think about why I think about sex all the time." Bai Long actually did his homework very seriously, but unfortunately, this homework was completed during his sage time.
Simon was delighted that the patient was beginning to engage with the treatment. He looked at Bai Long with encouragement and asked, "Have you figured it out?"
Bai Long rubbed his temples, thought for a moment, and said, "I'm truly lonely, because I'm the last dragon in this world." A dazed look crossed Bai Long's eyes as he spoke. "And there's nothing I can do to change this fact. So... I guess there's nothing else I can do except sink into lust! Doctor Simon, let's have some sex! It could save my soul!"
What a headache! Simon couldn't help but want to rub his temples with his hands.
But this is a critical moment, and you must concentrate on the work, even if the content of the work is to discuss posture and position.
"What if you can't find anyone or an animal or anything else to have sex with at this time?" Simon asked.
The muscles on Bai Long's face twitched, and his gaze suddenly passed through Simon and fell into the unknown distance.
If I can't find it... If I can't make love at this moment... It would be a feeling of emptiness and collapse, and the fear of dying in the next second.
"Didn't you say that dragons have a long lifespan? You can still live for at least a few thousand years?" Simon asked.
The white dragon nodded. "Yes, but I'm terrified of disappearing. My ancestors are all gone. I've been trying for so long, but I haven't produced any offspring. Can you imagine how anxious a dragon with limited reproductive ability must be?"
Bai Long was getting really restless. He crossed his arms and clenched them tightly. The urges within him surged in waves, and he needed to find something to alleviate them. The doctor before him was a good choice.
The feeling was so uncomfortable that his eyes turned red, so he simply stood up, walked towards Simon, held his shoulders, and wanted to throw him on the sofa and have sex with him.
It’s better to have sex than to chat.
But just as he was about to use force, he found a golden light coming from Simon's body. The golden light was so hot that it instantly burned Bai Long's hand.
"Ah!" Bai Long cried out in frustration, looking at his blackened hands, "Doctor, you..."
Simon slowly took out a rosary from his arms and said, "I have a rosary given by the Demon-Subduing Arhat. Listen to me, this won't solve the problem. You will still be anxious and uncomfortable. I believe that your purpose in coming to me is not to have sex."
Simon's tone was sincere and his eyes were clear. He stared at Bai Long without blinking.
Bailong gritted his teeth and stared at Simon hatefully.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment, with only the sound of the clock on the wall ticking.
"What on earth do you want to do to me?" Simon asked.
"I want... I want you to remember me!" The man in white looked at the young man with some despair.
This young man is really good-looking and is the type I like. If I am remembered by such a person, my life may have some meaning.
This long, lonely life is indeed... too hard to bear.
"Do you want me to remember you alone, or do you want others to remember you as well?" Simon will not be disturbed by such emotions. His job is to find the patient's true life goal in this overwhelming negative emotion.
"Of course the more people the better! I hope to be remembered so that I won't disappear! Even if I really disappear, it won't feel scary." Bai Long said.
He thought back to when he was little, when he was so unknown and ordinary, not considered an important dragon among a large group of dragons. He worked hard at that time, hoping to be remembered by his kind.
Later, he spent a long time and put a lot of effort into falling in love.
The other person was the dragon girl who had raised him since childhood. She was much older than him and looked ordinary. However, Bai Long didn't mind. He thought that the dragon girl should remember him because when they were in bed, she always called his name with deep affection.
Sadly, not long after, the dragon girl also died. She was bitten to death by someone from her clan. Although dragons are promiscuous by nature, they still find it unacceptable to commit such abusive acts on their adoptive mother.
The dragon girl died, and the white dragon fled in panic. He was very sad, but he was not the saddest at that time. He thought: I can still have sex with other dragons, monsters, humans, and even cows and horses. They will all remember me.
Indeed, every time the white dragon brought them to climax, those creatures would shout out his name with love and gratitude, even though it was only for a little over ten seconds.
Soon, he discovered that there was actually no way in this world to make others remember him.
Perhaps he could do some good deeds, such as getting humans to build temples for him. But he wasn't a very capable dragon; all his skill points were allocated to his bed skills.
So, many people called out his name, and some remembered him, but their memories were short-lived.
Human life is only a few short decades, and that of pigs, dogs, cows, and sheep is even shorter. Monsters' life may be a little longer, but many monsters devote themselves to cultivation in the end and don't even remember him.
In the end, he realized that no matter how hard he tried, no matter how diligently he worked, no matter how skilled he was in bed, he would be forgotten.
Even if someone will remember him for a lifetime, life is too short, and what he wants is eternity.
"You know what? I'm really afraid of being forgotten." Bai Long said, "To be honest, when I came to see you, I had another thought in mind: after I slept with you, I would take photos and videos of you and post them on the monster forum. That would definitely make many monsters remember my name!"
Bai Long was so deeply in love that he completely forgot about keeping the secret.
However, this sentence made Simon break out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, Simon stuck to his principles, otherwise his pornographic photos would have been all over the place.
"Bailong, Bailong, wake up!" Simon looked at the man in white in front of him with a lustful and longing look on his face, snapped his fingers twice in front of his eyes, and brought this guy back to reality from his fantasy.
"Have you heard of the laws of entertainment dissemination? No matter how explosive the gossip is, it only lasts a week. It will soon be replaced by another, even more explosive gossip." Simon said sincerely, "You made a wise choice not to implement this strategy. What if you slept with me and people only remembered it for a week? Wouldn't that be even more devastating?"
Bai Long stretched out a finger and shook it, retorting, "No, if I slept with a man that even the Demon Lord couldn't sleep with, this topic would definitely continue on the Demon Forum for a month! At least a month!"
This was the first time Simon held his forehead with his hand in the clinic. Since his character had already collapsed, he might as well rub his throbbing temples!
"One month... I heard that Ming Huan has great magical powers and is cruel and bloodthirsty. You are taking such a risk just for a month's topic popularity... Is it worth it?" Simon could not understand the dragon's strange logic.
However, Bai Long's eyes sparkled: "It's worth it! It's worth it! It's really worth it! So, Dr. Simon, let's have a go!"
Simon said, "If you just want people to remember you might as well write a book."
"What?" Bai Long blinked.
Simon stood up, took a book from his bookshelf, and opened a page.
"From a psychoanalytic perspective, literature and art are the sublimation of sexual desire. Furthermore, many famous works will be passed down through the ages, and people will always remember them and their authors."
Bai Long said: "No... I'm not good at this..."
Simon said, "Are you good at fighting? Are you good at being caught by Ming Huan and having your muscles and skin peeled off?"
The white dragon unhappily transformed its tail and swung it, saying, "I am a divine dragon. Although the Demon Lord has great magical powers, it will still be difficult for him to catch me..."
Simon shattered his fantasy: "The Demon Lord's original form is a cat. Have you ever seen the dragon-tiger fight in folklore? Cats are the nemesis of long creatures like you."
"Woo..." The man in white lowered his confident head.
After a moment, he asked quietly, "Well, Doctor, if I were to write a book... would it be better to write something academic or a novel?"
Simon said simply, "Young woman white-chastity has been around for a long time."
Bai Long scoffed, "I don't want to write that kind of vulgar novel! I want to write the greatest, most unforgettable, most timeless novel in the world. Even after the earth is destroyed, people will still remember me. Even after tens of thousands, tens of millions, hundreds of millions of years, people will still remember me!"
Simon glanced at the clock on the wall and kindly reminded: "It's time."
Bai Long hummed, "Doctor, you gave me a good suggestion. I've already thought about it. I want to give the protagonist of my book a name - well, let's call him Long Aotian!"
Simon said, "It's time. My next patient is waiting."
Bai Long clung to the sofa and refused to leave. "Yes, my protagonist is a genius cultivator. In the five thousand years of Chinese history, he has lived for five thousand years, and for every year of his life, he has taken in a new concubine! He has a total of five thousand concubines!"
Simon said, "Let's talk next time. This time it's time."
Bai Long was completely lost in his own monologue: "Ah, my protagonist has to kill people and steal treasures, but what happens when he reaches the highest level in the world? Should he ascend? Forget it, I don't know about the ascension realm either. How about I just write about his daily life, eating, sleeping, and having sex with girls?"
Simon simply opened the door and saw a monk standing outside.
Simon said, "Go ahead and write slowly when you get back."
Bai Long was somewhat sobered by the cold wind outside, but his face was still flushed with excitement. He took out some money from his purse and said, "Doctor Simon, I will also write you in and make you my first wife!"
Simon said, "Thank you, I think gay friends attract more fans." After saying that, Simon wanted to swallow his tongue! What a terrible conversation, it is completely beyond the scope of a psychologist's work!
Bai Long's eyes sparkled. Without further ado, he hugged Simon and gave him a strong kiss on the face. "Okay! I'll write a story with two male protagonists. I'll take away all your money, your girlfriends, and your younger brothers. You'll have no choice but to come to me whimpering..."
Simon pushed Bailong out of his door with force and slammed the door shut.
The world is quiet now, Long Aotian is finally gone.
Simon looked at the Hollow Arhat who came in and felt relieved.
Kong Xin clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, that donor just now seemed a little...abnormal."
Simon said unhappily, "No one would come to me normally."
The impact surface hit the hollow body at once.
But after years of practicing Kong Xin, he no longer cared about these external attacks.
He said, "I'm here to say goodbye to you, benefactor. Ever since I realized my true nature and subdued the last demon, my master has come to find me. He wants to take me to the Western Paradise. Today is the last time we meet."
Simon felt a sense of loss for no apparent reason.
He and Master Kongxin have known each other for some time, and they even have a friendship as they both lived in a mental hospital together.
But this is normal. Once the other person's problem is solved, there is no need to come again. Psychologists need to learn the lesson of "separation".
"When are we leaving?" Simon asked.
"About a month later." Zen Master Kongxin said as he took out a small golden statue from his arms.
The small statue looks exactly like Zen Master Kongxin, holding a demon-subduing stick and covered in ochre-red sand, with a deep, solemn and dignified look.
"What is this?" Simon asked in confusion.
Kong Xin said, "This is my Dharma image. The world has been quite unstable lately. For some reason, demons that have been dormant for a long time have suddenly become rampant, causing a bit of chaos. After I leave, you should carry my Dharma image with you. If you encounter a demon, it has half of my magical power and can protect you."
Simon thanked Hollow for the last time, and since there was nothing much to talk about, the two of them chatted for a while.
The time spent chatting passed very quickly and soon an hour was gone.
Kong Xin walked out of the clinic door, leaving behind one last sentence: "Donor, Demon Lord Ming Huan is not inherently evil. If... I mean, if you can convert him, it would be a great merit."
Simon said: "I can't help it. I raised him for a while, but the relationship I had with him couldn't help him with his mental health problems."
Kong Xin said, "In the past, the Buddha cut off his flesh to feed the eagle... Now, why don't you feed the demon with your own body..."
Simon laughed with great meaning, as they both knew what it meant to cut meat to feed the eagle.
Kong Xin realized that he had said something wrong, so he smiled and said, "I'm sorry for my words, you... take care of yourself!"
Then he left without looking back.
Simon returned to the clinic. He thought for a moment and then turned on the computer on his desk. "Light blue!"
Qianlan has been very lazy recently. Maybe he hasn't recovered from the shock of knowing that the cat demon is the Demon Lord and Xiaohei will never come back. He has been working on his computer quietly.
Now that Simon had called him, he could only reluctantly say, "Master, what's the matter?"
Simon said, "Have you been to the demon forum recently?"
Light Blue said, "I'm not interested. When Xiao Hei was around, I was always worried about him tearing up my hard drive. Now that he's gone, I'm just too lazy to do anything."
Simon slapped his broken computer and said, "Why are you pretending to have Stockholm syndrome on a computer?"
Light Blue sobs, what's wrong with computers? Can't computers get Stockholm syndrome? Can't computers evolve into masochists?!
Seeing that Qianlan was indeed not interested, Simon simply picked up his phone and prepared to check the monster forum to see what had happened recently.
As a result, before the forum was opened, I received a strange phone call.
There were six zeros on the caller ID.
Simon pressed the answer button, and a serious male voice came from the other end: "Hello, is this Simon?"
Simon was confused: "It's me, may I ask who you are?"
"We are from the National Special Security Department. We've had some problems recently, so we'd like you to come to Beijing so we can study and figure it out together."
"Security? Security Department?" Simon was even more confused.
Then he heard a knock on the door. Simon opened the door and saw two soldiers standing outside wearing military uniforms with two bars and one star on their shoulders.
The two soldiers saluted upon seeing Simon and took out their work IDs and stood in front of him. "Hello, Mr. Simon. We are staff sent by the National Special Security Department to take you to the capital."
Simon said, "What happened?"
"The car is outside the door. There's no time to explain. Get in!"
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