Xiao Qian lit the aromatherapy, then sat down in one of the lazy-boy armchairs and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in to savor the fragrance of the essential oil.
"You're too skinny and pale. I think you've been using a hallucinogenic drug to forget someone, but your lucid gaze tells me that you can control the impact of these drugs. As a doctor, I suggest you quit. The feelings for imagined people can never replace the feelings for real ones."
After hearing Xiao Qian's words, Song Qingwu had more faith in her professional abilities. To be able to see all that instantly justified her high charge of fifty thousand per hour.
"Have a seat. Let's chat, for me to understand you better, please do some questionnaires."
"Just tell me what I should do; you don't need to understand me."
"In this room, I'm in complete control. Just do as I say and don't tell me your thoughts because I'm your psychologist, understand?"
