Fairyland, Big Problem

“Mr. Wen?”

Outside the third laboratory building of Changle University, the girl waved and said hello.

Her clothing resembles a doctor’s white coat, with three blue stripes on each arm.

During the process of coming to the laboratory building, Wen Jiu saw similar uniforms more than once, probably related to the profession.

“Hello, I’m here to visit Professor Cui.”

“Well, Professor Cui explained, I’ll take you in.”

The girl took out the campus card to open the access control of the teaching building. Changle University is not open to the public, and important buildings everywhere need to be swiped to enter.

“I’m a graduate student majoring in psychology, Tian Miaomiao.” The girl pushed her glasses curiously, “Mr. Wen, I thought you would be a…”

“A very old and calm man?”

“No.” Tian Miaomiao stole a glance and continued after confirming that the other party’s expression was calm, “I thought it would be an immortal…”

“Okay, stop!” Wen Jiu was ready to speak, “your psychotherapy is like modern medicine, and I am a folk recipe and method, but not Wen Daxian.”

“Hahaha, Mr. Wen really knows how to joke.”

Taking the elevator to the top floor of the laboratory building, the decoration style of Professor Cui’s laboratory is completely different from that of other laboratories.

In Wen Jiu’s understanding, the laboratory should have a test bench with some instruments.

The four walls, ceiling, and floor of the room in front of you are all-wood structure as interior decoration, and potted plants are placed just right to embellish it. Just walking into the room makes people feel comfortable and relaxed.

“Mr. Wen, it’s been a long time.”

“Ehhh, Professor Cui is too exaggerated, I’m the one who has long admired your name.”

Wen Jiu stepped forward quickly, a large warm palm stretched out.

Professor Cui is about fifty and a half years old, and looks elegant.

Compared to the one I saw at the police station, he was a little less serious, and more of a scholarly spirit of teaching and educating people.

“Mr. Wen, you’re welcome.” Professor Cui pointed to the tea table next to him, “Sit down and have a cup of tea first.”

“thanks.”

The environment is relaxing, but Wen Jiu didn’t take it lightly.

The decoration of this room is more inclined towards a standard psychotherapy office.

The amiable attitude of the psychiatrist, the warm overall decoration style, and the small space are all conditions that make it easier to relax the patient’s psychological vigilance.

Wen Jiusheng was afraid that he would be too relaxed and said some inappropriate remarks.

“You go out first.” Cui Yuanshan asked Tian Miaomiao to exit the room.

Today is his meeting with Wen Jiu, and it is not appropriate to increase the number of people arbitrarily.

Sitting down facing each other at both ends of the tea table, Cui Yuanshan briefly introduced himself.

He used to be a scholar in social psychology. With the gradual improvement of the learning stage, the professional direction of the research will be further refined.

The current detailed research direction is under the pressure of social work, the law of mental illness and the innovation of treatment methods.

“Mr. Wen, may I ask you where your teacher is?”

“I…Actually, I haven’t received any systematic psychology education. I’m just some folks who have learned a special way to analyze psychology.”

“Oh, he is indeed a descendant of the metaphysics.”

The corners of Wen Jiu’s mouth twitched. In the current world, there are dark people and evil things. The methods of Shinto Taoism really have some realistic basis.

“Under certain conditions, I can judge the true intention of the other party through perception, but this method can only be understood and cannot be conveyed in words, and it is difficult to analyze step by step with scientific and technological means.”

After doing homework for one night and one afternoon, Wen Jiu’s export can be said to be smooth, and he is very familiar with the chat records of Laluras.

“So it is.” Cui Yuanshan did not express any doubts. He visited schools everywhere and saw many things that science could not explain for the time being.

“I once went to a tribe in the deep mountains and forests, and the leaders there really have some skills to spy on people’s hearts through special methods.”

“There may be similarities with my psychotherapeutic methods.”

Knowing that there were similar reference objects in reality, Wen Jiu quickly climbed up the pole. If he insisted that the blessing of the God of Beautiful Dreams or something, it would sound similar to the beliefs of the tribe.

Cui Yuanshan asked the police officers and Lin Zhengyi in advance, and Wen Jiu pointed out that He De’s pure dream is a magical girl, and Lin Zhengyi corresponds to Masked Superman.

This is an answer that is difficult to directly find out in modern psychological medicine.

“I would like to ask Mr. Wen to show the means a little bit, okay?”

Cui Yuanshan doesn’t mean to be tempted. As a professor-level figure, he is also the vice president of Changle University. He does not intend to make extra money for some external psychological counseling services, but hopes to start research with extreme cases.

I also hope to give students more teaching content.

In the process of constant exposure to various mental illnesses, Cui Yuanshan has encountered many patients who made it difficult for him to deal with it.

Since Wen Jiu’s treatment method is in a state that can only be understood and cannot be described in words, Cui Yuanshan hopes to see the operation in practice.

“no problem.”

Wen Jiu readily agreed, just relying on the vague introduction of the method in words, it is impossible to leave such an important influence in Cui Yuanshan’s heart, and he must show his true skills to restrain the other party.

Moreover, the case that Cui Yuanshan came up with is somewhat difficult, not a pure-minded person who only adds 3 points of sweet dreams. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

“Mr. Wen is refreshing.”

Cui Yuanshan took out his mobile phone and asked Tian Miaomiao to bring the patient, and then began to introduce the patient’s situation.

“There is a young professor at Changle University School of Medicine, who used to be my junior brother. His son has some problems and is very, very afraid of small animals…”

The professor’s son was so afraid of small animals that even if he saw a white steamed bun, he could think of it as a little white rabbit, so he hugged his head and screamed in pain and fear.

It sounds confusing, but Wen Jiu can feel the great torment caused by this mental illness.

In reality, as long as there is a round and cute thing, it can be overly associated with small animals, which will cause extreme panic in the patient.

The professor’s child is now 17 years old, and his body is at a relatively good age and can barely handle it. If he continues to toss like this, his cardiovascular and nerves will collapse sooner or later.

It took about ten minutes to introduce, and there was a knock on the door outside.

A middle-aged man younger than Professor Cui brought his son into the room. Tian Miaomiao followed behind and stretched out his head to probe his brain. She was very curious about the magical psychotherapy methods that the young man invited by Professor Cui had.

It’s a pity that the number of strangers was reduced as much as possible during psychotherapy, and Tian Miaomiao was called out again.

“Xiao Zheng, are you feeling better today?”

Cui Yuanshan speaks in a soft voice. He and Professor Zheng are seniors and juniors. He has watched this child grow up since he was a child, and he is close to a relative-level elder.

The thin boy nodded slightly and said in a very low voice, “Good morning, Professor Cui.”

“Well, this guy next to me is incredible. He became a demigod at a young age, er… psychiatrist, you have to be Mr. Wen.”

“Mr. Wen…”