Two oval chandeliers, one high and one low, hung from the ceiling, emitting a warm and dim light. On the small square table covered with a beige cotton and linen tasseled tablecloth, mist rose from the humidifier with a faint floral scent, and then spread downwards.

The decoration and furnishings of the quiet interior are very sophisticated, and the colors are basically warm, making people feel comfortable and relaxed naturally.

If there wasn't a sign on the door that read "Psychological Treatment Room", one would subconsciously think that this was just an exquisite living room.

A circle of light-colored gauze curtain in the center was slowly pulled open, and the rollers made very subtle noises on the shafts, which were not noisy at all to the ears.

"Mr. Xu, you are awake. How do you feel this time?"

After calculating the time, Song Jin returned to the room in time. Most psychologists engaged in psychological counseling and psychotherapy do not need to wear uniform white coats when working.

He was wearing a simple, everyday vest shirt and trousers, with a gentle expression, and looked very approachable.

A full half month had passed since Xu Lizhi first came to see him because of insomnia, but his progress was still stagnant at the third course of treatment.

So, when he asked this question, he looked at the man who sat up from the central recliner with almost hope in his eyes.

The man's facial features were more three-dimensional and regular than those of the average Asian. The warm light shone on his straight nose, making the shadow even deeper. His pupils were dark silver-gray, and his eyelashes were very long, but they could not hide the usual indifference in his eyes.

Hear what the psychiatrist says.

Xu Lizhi frowned slightly: "I still can't enter deep sleep."

There was a hint of coldness in his deep voice when he spoke, but this coldness was not directed at Song Jin. It was just a kind of calm emotion that was expected as his insomnia still hadn't improved.

Because when his mother first introduced this psychologist to him, he didn't hold out any hope at all. No, it should be said that he knew clearly that the result would not change.

His sleep quality is really bad, as always. Apart from relying on sleeping pills or an extremely quiet and harsh sleeping environment, he cannot enter a deep sleep like a normal person through himself or any external assistance. Almost the slightest noise can wake him up.

No matter how many authoritative and famous psychologists I saw or how many comprehensive physical examinations I underwent, I could not find the root cause and solution to insomnia.

So now, he was not surprised, let alone the slightest disappointment.

…

After personally seeing Xu Lizhi off, Song Jin closed the door of the psychological treatment room and sighed slightly. He felt really frustrated.

I returned to my desk and just finished writing the treatment record in a depressed mood when my phone lit up. There was a new message coming in.

What was the result?

Song Jin picked up his phone and typed a reply: [Still standing still. ]

[I originally thought that the reason for Mr. Xu's insomnia was his job, which kept him on the edge of his seat all year round and lacked daily rest and relaxation. However, his insomnia symptoms appeared when he was young, when he was still in school. I learned from the side and from his conversation with him that filming was his way of entertainment and relaxation. Moreover, his family was very well-off, and there was nothing for him to worry about. ]

To solve a problem, you need to know the root cause, but now, Song Jin can't even figure out the root cause.

[Brother, I really have no idea. ]

One can feel the helplessness coming from the text alone. Song Jin is less than 35 years old, but he is very professional in clinical psychology. He is the most famous psychologist in Beijing, and was hired back by his alumni college to teach at a professor-level salary.

He had no other choice but to find his senior who had studied abroad and settled there, and was also a psychologist. Different regions, different cultures, different thoughts and insights, and perhaps he could guide him and find other ideas or methods.

Senior Brother Song Jin replied quickly: [Don’t worry too much. Remember what I told you last time? My teacher here is an expert in psychology. She just returned from vacation.]

[She once met a patient with a very similar condition to Mr. Xu, who also suffered from insomnia for no apparent reason, which was very strange.]

[However, as far as I know, the patient has now completely recovered.]

[In half an hour, there will be an online exchange meeting organized by my teacher. I will send you an entry link later. You can go and consult. She should be able to help you. ]

Song Jin's eyes lit up instantly.

…

The authoritative expert is worthy of being an authoritative expert. More than 50 relevant people came to an online exchange meeting with a time limit of only 40 minutes. The exchange meeting still has a relatively high threshold, but the number of people who come here is still so large, which shows the prestige of his reputation.

Everyone had their cameras on, and it was basically others who were asking questions, while the Western-looking woman in the small video frame at the top of the screen responded with a faint smile.

This expert, who is about to retire, is named Casey and is from the United States.

She has fair skin, blue eyes, and light brown hair tied up in a dignified low bun at the back of her head. She wears a pair of reading glasses on her high nose bridge and a gold-plated anti-skid chain around her neck. The traces of time left on her face are beautiful and elegant.

When she speaks, she gives people a feeling of intimacy, but her words are very concise and to the point.

The exchange meeting is coming to an end.

Perhaps Senior Brother Song Jin had greeted the teacher in advance. In the last five minutes, Casey smiled and dismissed the other exchange scholars in advance, leaving only Song Jin.

Knowing Song Jin's nationality, she spoke directly in Chinese this time, and spoke it extremely fluently and authentically, without even a trace of accent.

"Are you Alan's junior fellow student in the country?"

Song Jin nodded excitedly, said a few polite greetings, and without revealing any personal information about Xu Lizhi, he simply asked Cathy for help, saying that he had encountered some problems that made him feel "helpless".

"How did you help the patient recover? Or did you finally figure out the real cause of his insomnia?"

Song Jin thought that Teacher Casey could give him some advice based on her own experience.

But who would have thought, as soon as this patient was mentioned.

The smile on the face of the elegant Western lady froze, and the confidence she had just shown suddenly disappeared. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she looked as if she had obviously encountered a problem.

quite a while--

(End of this chapter)