Chapter 80 The First Hypnotist
Fu Yunshen had known the psychologist for several years, but this was the first time he had ever seen him show such an expression.
As a hunter ranked on the NOK Hypnotist list and a psychologist, his control over his facial expressions is absolutely flawless.
After all, even a person's micro-expression, which only flashes for 0.5 seconds, can be read directly by a hypnotist to reveal their inner thoughts.
When a hypnotist is in a deep hypnotic state, killing someone is also a piece of cake.
Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow, his tone nonchalant: "Who is it?"
The therapist sighed softly: "One of my patients, I haven't seen her in a long time, I wonder how she is now."
He paused for a moment, then shook his head, clearly not wanting to say more, and changed the subject.
“Her situation is special, so I didn’t prescribe any medication for her,” the psychologist said. “After all, these kinds of medications related to mental and psychological issues have quite a few side effects.”
Fu Yunshen gave a faint "hmm".
“However—” the psychologist paused, “she asked me to help her treat her brother’s illness.”
Fu Yunshen looked up and leaned back: "What did you say?"
“I agreed.” The psychologist smiled. “But not because of you, but because of her. You might not believe it, but her control over micro-expressions is even stronger than mine.”
Fu Yunshen still didn't show any surprise, he just smiled and said, "It seems my little one is indeed very capable, even impressing you."
Those hunters on the NOK forum's leaderboards, especially the top three on each leaderboard, are people you can't hire even if you offer money.
Their whereabouts are even more elusive.
So even though his bounty was a billion dollars, the top three hunters remained unmoved.
Although the third and fourth place are only one place apart, the difference is immeasurable.
Not to mention, the number one spot on every leaderboard.
The top hypnotist on the list has never actually appeared; there are only rumors about him.
The therapist nodded: "Do you need hypnosis now?"
"No, thank you." Fu Yunshen stood up and said lazily, "I feel happier when I'm with my little one, and I recover faster. It saves me the trouble of your hypnosis and my money."
"..."
**
The next day.
Ying Zijing asked Wen Tinglan for a leave of absence from class and took him to the psychological counseling room.
"Sis." The boy tugged at the corner of her school uniform, his lips pressed tightly together. "I don't want to go."
"It's okay." Ying Zijin patted his shoulder. "You don't need to talk to him. Just get some sleep. If you feel unwell, you can beat him up."
Wen Tinglan, who felt her older sister was becoming increasingly violent: "..."
Finally, Ying Zijing agreed that he could eat an extra small cake every day, and Wen Tinglan let go of her hand and went inside.
Ying Zijing glanced at the closed door, leaned on the railing, and looked up at the sky: "When he was five years old, his mother came back once, and then he didn't speak for five years."
Fu Yunshen turned his head: "Uncle Wen's wife?"
“Hmm.” Ying Zijin said calmly, “When I was a child, my father got divorced. I heard from my father that Xiao Lan had an older sister who left with his mother and has never come back.”
Wen Fengmian didn't mention it, and too much time had passed, exceeding the scope of her current calculations, so she didn't know who Wen Tinglan's biological mother was.
She only vaguely knew that, apparently unable to bear the impoverished life in Qingshui County, she packed up all the valuables in the house and ran away with her eldest daughter shortly after giving birth to Wen Tinglan.
A few days later, Wen Fengmian found her and took her back, even though they were so poor that he could hardly feed himself.
Wen Tinglan's autism is very severe. Ordinary psychologists not only cannot cure him, but will also worsen his condition.
However, she tried this therapist yesterday, and it was alright.
Fu Yunshen paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yaoyao, don't worry, it's not too late to get treatment now, you'll get better."
He softened his voice: "Your older brother went through it too, and he got through it just fine, so your younger brother will be fine."
"Hmm?" This was the first time Ying Zijing had heard him talk about the past. She frowned slightly. "What happened?"
He was always smiling, and he controlled his micro-expressions very well.
So much so that she didn't even realize that he had also suffered from autism.
"It's nothing," Fu Yunshen said calmly. "Although you're gradually getting better, you shouldn't listen to anything that might cause negative emotions. I'll tell you when you're all better."
Ying Zijing glanced at him and took out her phone.
Fu Yunshen asked with interest, "What new web series is Yaoyao watching this time?"
“No.” Ying Zijing turned on the alarm clock. “I’ll set an alarm.”
Fu Yunshen: "?"
"I'll remind you when the time comes," she said unhurriedly. "She's an elderly person, five years older than me."
"..."
**
The first hypnotherapy session yielded optimistic results, and Wen Tinglan's mood improved significantly.
After scheduling her next treatment with the psychologist, Ying Zijing returned to the Wen family home to accept Mr. Sheng's invitation.
Mr. Sheng's full name is Sheng Qingtang. He is a master of traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy.
He was very famous in the industry when he was young, and a single piece of his calligraphy or painting could easily fetch millions of yuan.
In his old age, he lived a secluded life in a small villa in eastern Shanghai.
Grow some flowers and vegetables.
Last time, Shengqingtang even asked the president of Shaoren Hospital to send her several baskets of fruits and vegetables grown on their own.
He ended up in the hospital because this nearly 70-year-old man was still restless; he climbed a tree to pick fruit and fell without noticing.
In particular, Sheng Qingtang did not believe in Western medicine and would never go to a Western hospital when he was sick or dying.
"Miss Ying, I haven't seen you in a long time. I didn't expect you to be so young." Upon seeing the girl, Sheng Qingtang stood up and exclaimed, "Indeed, you are young and promising."
"You're too kind." Ying Zijin nodded. "How are you feeling?"
"Thank you so much, Miss Ying." Sheng Qingtang couldn't help but get excited when he mentioned this. "My blood and qi problems that I've had for so many years have also improved a lot."
He had met many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners and had even been to the capital, but he had never encountered anyone with medical skills superior to that of the girl.
Ying Zijing pondered for a moment, then took out a pill: "You can try this one too."
"What is this?" Sheng Qingtang took it, his eyes practically glued to it. Finally, he slapped his thigh and exclaimed excitedly, "I know! This must be the elixir of immortality they talk about in TV dramas!"
"..."
Mr. Sheng was greatly influenced by TV dramas.
"No," Ying Zijing shook her head slightly, "but it does have the effect of prolonging life."
"Sigh." Sheng Qingtang sighed with a pained expression, "I guess I can only dream."
He held the pill, somewhat reluctant to eat it, but finally decided to take it anyway.
Before I could even put it in my mouth, a loud, angry shout came from outside the door.
"dad!"
A man rushed in and slapped the pill away.
Then he abruptly turned to look at the girl, his eyes filled with disgust: "What do you want to feed my dad? What are you thinking?!"
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Psychologist: I was devastated and became withdrawn.
Jiang Ran: Hehe
Those who followed the previous book might remember that Ying Huang helped the Venerable Lord read the micro-expressions of Qing Meiren's soul, lol.
(End of this chapter)
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