Outside, I used to be a psychiatrist, and that's when I quickly reached the peak of my career. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I claim to be able to solve all psychological problems, and I do.

Because of my talent and my own youthful frivolity, I pressed my own property in the bank and borrowed a loan of 500,000 yuan. I claim that if the patient's mental illness cannot be solved by me, then I will give these 500,000 hands.

"I have the ability to peer into the minds of men, and if you don't believe me, you can try it. If you find out that I am cheating on you, and that I am a deceitful man, then please take my 500,000! "I boasted about Haikou on a TV talk show.

The self-hype technique has made me famous all over the world, and the lure of money has caused many people to pass through my world one after another. Some of them came here and felt that behind my presumptuous tone, there was a real level. They think maybe I have the capital to be arrogant.

Of course, some people came for my 500,000 bonus. A lot of people are pretending to be sick, maybe they're crazy and stupid, maybe they're looking depressed -- a "terminal melancholy" told me that he was terminally depressed and couldn't speak. But after I shared some bad jokes, his barbell-like laughter made my ears hurt.

Anyway, I kept my 500,000 again and again.

I even met a patient in a wheelchair who came to me and asked, "Doctor, my legs are paralyzed, they are mentally ill, can you save them?" That's what he said. When I explicitly told him that I was a psychiatrist, not an orthopedic surgeon, my specialty was a joke, not a spine surgeon.

To be reasonable, his leg is a neurological problem, not a mental problem.

I felt like I was going to die because the patient suddenly removed the prosthetic leg and pulled a pistol out of it. I comforted him for a long time, and finally convinced him with my psychology and logic.

I didn't call the police, I just confiscated the pistol of the wheelchair patient. This stuff has some use for me, it can make the gangsters who want to take the 500,000 prize a little more restrained. If the police are called, then the pistol will not belong to me.

The patient's hospitalization bill would have an additional psychiatric fee in addition to orthopaedic and internal medicine fees. It was enough to break his family's bank, and it was more than all the treatments he had received.

I was right, and even though the patient committed suicide by jumping off a building the day after receiving the bill, I didn't feel any guilt. Because he received my psychotherapy, I deserve to be paid as I deserve.

Because I am very famous, and the cure rate for patients is 100%, I have not missed a single time. So my fees are very high, and I am not afraid of people with mental illness who have incurable diseases, and I am sure that I understand them completely. I welcome the speculators who come and make trouble, who pay for expensive treatments, only to miss out on the 500,000 prize money and end up losing all their money.

Well, I should say something interesting. I think I'm lucky, there's good news, I now have a pistol of unknown origin, and the only person who knows it exists is dead.

I'm a doctor, I don't know how to use a scalpel, but I have a pistol.

Before I quit my job as a doctor, I received a patient at a turning point in my career. At that time, I was already famous, to the point of being world-famous. People don't remember my name, they just call me "doctor" respectfully.

There was a woman who suffered from depression because of relationship problems. At the suggestion of a friend, she found a well-known psychiatrist in a certain hospital, that is, me.

Her psychological defense line was easily broken by me, and she told me that she was actually because of her boyfriend's oppression, which caused her mental illness to be sick.

"Tell you secretly, as long as I hold my hand, I can hear your inner voice." I said to the woman with a serious and caring expression. I did tell her secretly, and my tone was very soft and gentle. Although the world knows about it, I have been hyping it up with things that I can peek into the hearts of people.

Although the woman was skeptical, she tried to follow my instructions and held my hand. Obviously, my excellent performance in breaking through her psychological defense just now won her affirmation.

Less than a minute after I touched my hands, I looked at the woman with a heavy expression and said, "If you continue to be with him, something will happen, so please make up your mind to leave him." ”

Two years later, the woman committed suicide one day. At the time, I was still a psychiatrist, and I didn't leave the job I loved and brought me so much wealth.

The female sister thinks that the cause of her sister's death is not pure, and she seeks out her sister's attending doctor, who is me, in order to find out the truth.

Two years ago, I had already left the country and moved to a villa in Canada for a leisurely life. I received dignitaries in the villa, and I could make a lot of money at once without having to stay in a small office.

My sister traveled thousands of miles to express her intentions: "Doctor, please tell me, what is the reason for my sister's suicide!?" ”

My sister held my hand and sincerely hoped that I, as a doctor, would give her an answer. I understand something, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint her.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have the ability to eavesdrop on my inner voice......" I replied with my head bowed. I told her that I had been deceiving people under the guise of "peeking into my heart", just to cheat people out of money, even at the cost of losing people's lives.

"I'm really sorry." I told her.

My sister lowered her head and said with a sad expression, "In this case, what did my sister die for......"

I was in the villa giving psychotherapy to a wealthy man, and he was there to hear our conversation. He let out a sneer and walked away. Through the celebrity circles of the rich, the factual message that "the doctor is a liar" spread all over the world.

My sister won me half a million, and I got notoriety. In the days I used to be a psychiatrist, I made a lot of money, bought a lot of houses and cars, but now, everything is about to be lost, and the big and small prosecutions are about to bankrupt my family.

I fled from Canada back to Xuanhuang, where my doctor's story began, and the debt collector probably wouldn't have thought that I would return to the place where I shouldn't have been, because I had cheated too many patients here. What do you mean by that? The most dangerous place is the safest place.