“Insomnia? Pre-marital anxiety?”
Zhang Junfang stared at the pre-marital report in his hand, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose, and then looked at the intimate young couple sitting opposite him.
It had been three years since he last saw them. The two students who had once come to him for psychological issues were no longer so green. Er… well, one of them had even been diagnosed with “pseudo-hermaphroditism” and had actually become a girl.
Ji Yuannian hadn’t changed much compared to the past, though her impressive chest remained as full as ever. Even through her clothes, one could feel the surging waves within. Her figure had become increasingly hot, and every movement exuded the charm of a mature woman; she was fully qualified to be a professional model.
Jiang Chi, on the other hand, had changed significantly. The once gloomy boy with a germaphobia obsession was now much more mature and stable. Dressed in a formal suit, he looked solemn and serious, though a hint of worry lingered between his brows whenever he looked at the person beside him, troubled by something unknown.
“It’s not really a sickness, I just can’t fall asleep sometimes at night.” Ji Yuannian glanced at her boyfriend—and future husband—and pouted her lips in dissatisfaction, her tone carrying a bit of a grievance.
“I just stayed up a little late grinding some games at night, and he says I have insomnia. He dragged me here for an exam and even claimed it was pre-marital anxiety.”
“Hmph! If you ask me, he’s the one with the anxiety!”
“Senior Zhang, don’t listen to him. I’m not anxious about getting married next month at all. Just prescribe me some medicine to help me sleep and calm my nerves. I don’t need to see a psychologist.”
“Getting married?”
Zhang Junfang was adjusting his glasses, but his movements froze upon hearing this. He looked surprised. “You guys are only sophomores and you’re already getting married?”
“My family is pushing for it, and besides, getting married in college adds academic credits. It would be a waste not to,” Ji Yuannian replied with a shrug, her tone sounding utterly indifferent.
Zhang Junfang looked at her for a moment but didn’t ask further. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Jiang Chi, who now possessed the aura of a mature man, and remained silent.
Jiang Chi nodded slightly, acknowledging Ji Yuannian’s words. Then, he took out an incredibly exquisite invitation decorated with gold patterns from his coat, placed it on the desk, and slowly pushed it toward Zhang Junfang.
“Next month on the 23rd, we’ve booked the entire Qingfeng Pavilion in the city center.”
“Furthermore.”
He paused, his gaze falling on his girlfriend, who had secretly pulled out her phone to play Teamfight Tactics. His eyes revealed a trace of helplessness and affection.
“Yuanyuan has been suffering from insomnia for a week. I’ve taken her to see various doctors these past few days. She’s had checkups and taken medicine, but nothing has worked.”
“Senior Zhang, I’m counting on you this time.”
“It’s fine, small issues!”
“I might not be the best at insomnia, but when it comes to pre-marital anxiety, I’m very familiar with it.”
“And don’t even talk about pre-marital anxiety; I even treated a pair of psychotic spouses a few years ago.”
Jiang Chi watched as the other man spoke, unsure if he was just boasting. Subsequently, Zhang Junfang tore off a corner of white paper and scribbled a few large words with a fountain pen in a flamboyant style. He then pulled open a drawer, took out a brocade pouch that clearly looked like it was bought wholesale from a roadside stall, tucked the note inside, and pushed it toward Jiang Chi.
“Open this thing at night. It has miraculous effects.”
“I guarantee the ‘medicine’ will cure the disease!”
After finishing his sentence, he gave Jiang Chi a suggestive wink, his smile filled with a meaning that only men could understand.
Once the two left, Zhang Junfang picked up the invitation, his eyes spinning as he looked it over, clicking his tongue in wonder.
“As expected of a wealthy family, booking the whole place. They really are different from an ordinary citizen like me.”
“I’ll have to give a gift money envelope, but that’s fine. Maybe I can even snag a few high-quality clients at the wedding banquet.”
“Big brothers are so annoying!”
While Zhang Junfang was sighing over the invitation, a faint “meow meow meow” sound suddenly came from the small room behind the clinic. Immediately after, a small boy wearing blue and white striped clothes and an oversized baseball cap came running out.
He was clutching a tablet in his arms, and his eyes were red, looking like a little rabbit that had been wronged.
Yan Qing threw himself into Zhang Junfang’s arms, his short legs kicking non-stop. He looked incredibly pitiful, and his little nose was flush red, making one instinctively feel protective of him.
“Waaaaah! Teacher, teacher! The college students are smurfing every day! It’s clearly just mental arithmetic, but Yan Qing can’t win a single round! It’s so sad, so sad, waaaaah…”
He spoke with a sobbing voice, his tone full of sorrow. “Those big brothers are too mean, and some of them are even using scripts… they’re all bad brothers…”
Zhang Junfang looked at the little pet-slash-student crying a river in his arms and sighed softly. A helpless expression appeared on his face, but he secretly thought to himself that he needed to add a few more psychology classes for the boy next semester. Crying just because of losing a few games—this level of psychological stress resistance was not going to work.
He reached out and gently rubbed Yan Qing’s fluffy head. “Alright, stop crying. I’ll take you out for a big meal in a few days.”
“A big meal?”
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Yan Qing stopped crying instantly. He snapped his head up high as if he had heard some incredible news. His two large, dark eyes sparkled with an unusual light.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Yay! Then this cat wants to eat seafood, big fish, and lots and lots of delicious things.”
“Alright, alright. Dress up nicely next month, and I’ll take you to a wedding banquet. You can eat whatever you want there.”
Zhang Junfang smiled and patted his furry head.
Yan Qing immediately began to cheer. “Yay, yay, yay! Long live Teacher! Teacher is the best! Teacher is the most handsome!”
While cheering, he kept rubbing himself against Zhang Junfang’s chest.
Before the sound of Yan Qing’s cheering in the clinic could fade, a crisp “ding-dong, ding-dong” doorbell suddenly rang.
Zhang Junfang was slightly startled. He moved his gaze away from Yan Qing and looked toward the door.
The door was slowly pushed open, and a male figure appeared. He had ink-black long hair draped over his shoulders and a handsome face that didn’t appear feminine but rather possessed a strange sense of beauty. He wore a dark black Daoist robe in a pseudo-ancient style. His dark eyes were deep and spirited, his nose was straight and tall, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.
In short, at first glance, he looked like a male lead who had stepped right out of an immortal cultivation drama.
“Excuse me, does this place happen to possess…” The man lowered his eyes to look at the note in his hand, then raised his head again. Though his speech seemed slightly unrefined and stiff, his expression was calm as he asked slowly, “…stomach-nourishing soup? My Mother-Master has recently been eating improperly, resulting in abdominal discomfort. If it can be treated, Xuan will offer a great reward.”
Zhang Junfang: ???
Where did this young man come from for a cosplay?
Mother-Master? And he’s even showing off his archaic prose, isn’t he!!
Did he not know that Zhang Junfang had been a liberal arts student in high school? It was just a pity that once he entered college, things went south and he impulsively chose a new energy major!!
“Stomach-nourishing soup, right? Let me look. Honestly, this place is clearly a psychological clinic, yet the vast majority of people from the school come to me for medicine. It’s basically been turned into a pharmacy. Whatever, I’ll just consider it giving back to society.”
After grumbling and complaining for a few moments, Zhang Junfang turned and entered the back pharmacy room to find the corresponding herbs for the stomach-nourishing soup.
Meanwhile, Yan Qing ran up to the man and asked with his head tilted, “Mother-Master? Are those two people both your relatives, big brother?”
The man in the black robe froze for a moment, then shook his head. “Mother is Master, and Master is Mother. There are not two people. Furthermore, Mother-Master is not just my relative, but also my Dao companion.”
“Meow!!!”
The little boy Yan Qing cried out in shock.
The man in the black robe saw this, but his expression did not change; it seemed he had seen scenes like this many times before.
He took the packaged stomach-nourishing herbs from Zhang Junfang’s hand, and after paying the fee, he left behind one sentence: “My name is Zhou Xuan. Zhou as in the universe, and Xuan as in deep black.” Then, he turned and departed.
Zhang Junfang watched his receding back and raised an eyebrow slightly. He then picked up the phone and called a certain friend of his at a psychiatric hospital.
“Hello, Old Yi? Did one of your patients escape… I ran into a real mental case today…”
***
“Little Sister Yin, how is the plan for your cruise across the Atlantic going? Is everything smooth?”