I was once the most notorious lady in a top wealthy family, and I only knew how to "spend money" and "do charity." My husband kicked me out with a piece of paper agreement, and I used the exorbitant breakup fee to establish the "Fusheng Healing Center". The first client was a talented ballet girl who was anorexic and on the verge of death. All the treatments that the family spent money on failed. Instead of persuading her to eat, I took her to the most chaotic night market and let her watch the street vendor's mother give her daughter the only chicken drumstick. She trembled as she took her first bite of baked sweet potato in three years, tears streaming down her face. The second client was a technology upstart who was trying to cover up the emptiness in his heart with acquisitions. I threw him into the e-sports dream factory of a left-behind child. He thought he was here to give charity, but instead he was defeated by the children's pure dreams. My healing method is regarded as the ultimate luxury - using real suffering to awaken the sleeping soul.
