I, Chen Mo, am a psychiatrist with obsessive-compulsive disorder who even places his toothbrushes in strict symmetry. My clinic has become the last place that the gods want to come to - because they are all crazy!
Imagine: the God of Wealth turns stones into gold, but suffers from severe [substance conversion] obsessive-compulsive disorder; Lei Commune panic attack, dark clouds over the city; even Mazu, the aloof imperial sister, suffers from [collective consciousness overload] due to the noise of hundreds of millions of believers praying! And I am the man who uses the most scientific treatments to treat all kinds of disobedient (and crazy) gods.
Others rely on magic, but I rely on words; others rely on fists, but I rely on logic! From prescribing counseling therapy for Yang Jian, the Erlang God with "road rage", to designing zero-calorie molecular cuisine for the gluttonous divine food anchor with "bulimia nervosa", I use psychology and order logic to treat the gods obediently.
But when the indescribable ancient god came and even Wei Zheng, the most determined "physical salvation" sect, was helpless, my goal was no longer to fix bugs, but to become a "system architect" and rewrite the code for the "mythical logic" of the universe!
This is an absurd comedy between the calmest doctor and the most outrageous god, a dimension-reducing blow that uses psychology to defeat the gods, and a history of hilarious and high-energy battles of wits from prescribing psychoanalysis to Cthulhu to prescribing medicine for the entire universe!
Stop fighting, even gods must take medicine on time! ——My clinic is the final line of defense for the order of the universe.
