Qian set up the aromatherapy, then sat in one of the bean bag chairs and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath of the essential oil's fragrance.
"You're too skinny, and your complexion is too pale. I suspect you've been using some hallucinogenic drugs to forget someone, yet your clear eyes tell me you can control their effects. As a doctor, I must advise you to quit. Imaginary people can never compare to real feelings."
After listening to what Qian said, Song Qingwu gained more respect for this woman's professionalism. Being able to see so much at a glance, she certainly has the clout to charge 50,000 for an hour.
"Sit down, let's have a simple chat. To help me understand you better, please fill out some forms."
"Just tell me what I need to do, no need to understand me."
"In this room, I am the absolute ruler. Just follow my instructions and don't share your thoughts with me, because I'm your psychologist, got it?"
