A pure white room.
As always, the familiar old friend, the male psychologist in a white coat.
Perhaps due to his mental illness, Zhao Yicheng had an extremely strong capacity for acceptance.
He was only slightly surprised that Xu Yinsheng could transform into “Xu Ying” and quickly accepted it.
“Hmm… Mr. Zhao, your situation is a bit complex. Allow me to clarify.”
The male psychologist in a white coat, who was practically an emotional counselor now, pressed the tip of his pen against his chin, thought for a moment, and then slowly began, “You mean, you’ve just discovered that your friend’s girlfriend is actually your friend in women’s clothing?”
“And you previously did some very impolite things to your friend when he was dressed as a woman?”
Zhao Yicheng nodded. He hadn’t informed the other party about Xu Yinsheng’s transformation, instead using an extremely abstract way of expressing it.
He also understood that he had mental issues.
For instance, last time, in a fit of rage, he actually carried a fire axe and chopped down the door of Xiao Yin’s villa, tying the disobedient “little kitty” to the bed for a round of punishment.
Luckily, his good brother wasn’t brainless—no, he was just simple-minded—and managed to fob him off with a story about a burglar breaking in.
Meanwhile, the white-clad man was just sorting through the various pieces of information in his mind.
Good brother, cross-dressing, disguised as a girlfriend, plus the sexual drugs the other party had previously purchased from him.
The white-clad man couldn’t help but think of Article 76 of the Federal Constitution.
But considering that the other party paid him five times his overtime rate and was currently his biggest patron, he paused, carefully choosing his words.
“…May I be so bold as to ask, Mr. Zhao, what are your true feelings towards your friend? Please express them concisely if possible.”
Zhao Yicheng’s eyes flickered upon hearing this, and he didn’t reply for a long time.
“Don’t worry, we are professionally trained and will not disclose even a tiny bit of information about our patients,” the white-clad man added.
For psychologists, it was crucial to understand all aspects of the patient’s situation in order to provide the right treatment.
To put it in an ancient, wise saying, “He who tied the bell must untie it.”
After much thought, Zhao Yicheng slowly spoke, “I… want to sleep with him.”
The hand holding the pen trembled, leaving a black dot on the paper.
The white-clad man’s face darkened, and he added a few more lines to the medical record with his pen.
Ugh… this must be how a mentally ill person’s brain works.
Simple, crude, and indeed very… unconventional.
“Then, what are your true feelings towards your friend’s cross-dressed disguise as a girlfriend?”
“To raise her like a cat. If she’s obedient, continue raising her; if not, bury her.”
This time, Zhao Yicheng’s answer was much smoother and more decisive.
“After you learned his true identity, what are your true thoughts on him?”
“Somewhat strange.”
Zhao Yicheng examined his inner thoughts and found that the “cat” he had tamed was actually the person he cherished most.
He felt a slight pang of guilt towards Xu Yinsheng, but more than that, it seemed to be a kind of domestication… an inexplicable desire for conquest?
The white-clad man saw the other party lower his head, his eyes constantly flickering with thoughts.
He closed the medical record in his hand and adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses that had slipped down his nose.
“I generally understand your situation.”
“In psychology, it’s said that people don’t do strange things without reason; there must be a deeper cause behind it. Whether it’s individual behavior, social events, or natural phenomena, nothing happens without cause. Every event has its underlying reasons and logic.”
“Strong.”
“I need a solution,” Zhao Yicheng said flatly.
He had a talent for business and finance, but in matters of love and relationships—specifically certain aspects of emotion—he was flawed, one might even say utterly deficient.
To achieve his goals, he could resort to any means necessary.
Thus, he needed advice from others to ensure he didn’t become overly extreme.
“Follow your heart,” the white-clad man said, pointing to his own chest.
Seeing no reaction from Zhao Yicheng, the white-clad man awkwardly pulled open his medical kit and took out a pocket watch.
“I’ve received the most formal training in hypnosis. If it’s alright, we can do a short hypnosis session. Follow your heart and let your subconscious tell you the answer you desire.”
The pocket watch swung down, its slender chain swaying back and forth, tracing graceful arcs in the air.
“Mr. Zhao, have you ever seen iPartment? Human brainwaves are divided into four types: alpha, beta, theta, and delta waves. We amplify alpha waves, reduce beta waves, and adjust the reflex arc to be on the border between theta and delta.”
“I’ve seen Inception,” Zhao Yicheng interrupted impatiently.
He looked at the white-clad man, his gaze cold.
“I expect the money I’m paying for a psychologist, and the five times overtime pay, to be worth it.”
Clearly, Zhao Yicheng did not believe in the white-clad man’s “Follow your heart” approach.
“Then never mind,” the white-clad man shrugged, putting the pocket watch away.
“Regarding your friend, I have two conjectures. First, a split personality: the male dominant personality experienced some kind of stimulus that split off a female sub-personality, and the male and female personalities constantly switch in daily life. Second, transvestism with mild mental delusion, a desire for love, extreme lack, and a fantasy of becoming female to be loved by others.”
“Treatment plan,” Zhao Yicheng stated concisely.
“My suggestion is that you bring him to me for a look. Although it’s an age of technology, observation, listening, inquiry, and palpation have always been a doctor’s diagnostic methods,” the white-clad man spread his hands.
“As an old customer, I’ll give you a 30% discount.”
“She…”
Zhao Yicheng thought of Xu Yinsheng’s situation and shook his head.
“No time.”
The white-clad man’s mouth twitched.
“Then, Mr. Zhao, now that you know his identity, what do you want to do?”
“I want to compensate her,” he whispered, a hint of guilt flashing in his eyes.
He had done such terrible things to Xiao Yin before.
He wondered what he had become in Xiao Yin’s mind now.
He was probably already kicked out of the “good brother” sequence.
“Send me the contact information for your biologist friend. I want to make an investment in him.”
***
A Curious Call
After this therapy session ended, Zhao Yicheng left with the prescribed medication.
The white-clad man dialed a number.
“Hello, Old Liu, it’s me, it’s me. I have a patron here who’s very interested in the medicine you’re developing and plans to invest in you.”
“You’re asking what I’m researching? It’s the antidote to the biological hormone pills you extracted before.”
“What? You said you recently discovered some other side effects?”
“The extracted biological hormones are mixed with protein hormones secreted by the anterior pituitary acidophilic cells, which promote mammary gland development and growth, stimulate and maintain lactation, and also stimulate follicular LH receptor formation?”
“Speak plainly! I’m in new energy, I don’t understand biological research and development.”
“Oh, lactation? That’s fine then, maybe this patron will even like it.”