My psychological clinic has welcomed one of the most difficult "patients" - Shen Wei, the young adult son of my nemesis.
The diagnosis says "delusion of love" and the subject is me.
He smiled innocently and cruelly, and gently placed the bug on my desk: "Brother, your client wants to harm you. But I just want to 'want' you."
Everyone thought that I, the senior psychiatrist, was in control of the treatment.
I calmly indulged his approach, analyzed his every crazy statement, and even used his destructive power to clear obstacles for me.
After all, a genius with an emotional disorder and an obsession with me is the best knife to use.
Until I discovered that the truth about a bloody car accident was sealed deep in his memory——
The only witness to the accident that took my sister away was him when he was only eight years old.
"Do you want to hear the truth, brother?" He stroked my carotid artery and felt my accelerated heartbeat, as if I was feeling a victory.
"Exchange it for yourself."
Now, who is diagnosing whom? Who is the doctor and who is the patient?
This dangerous diagnosis and treatment that started with calculation will eventually become a symbiotic cage from which we cannot escape.
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One-sentence summary: When a psychiatrist who is supreme in reason encounters a crazy genius who is vindictive and in love with him, a top-notch psychological game in the name of "treatment" begins - he thinks he is taming the gods, but he does not know that the gods have already planned an exclusive palace and chains for him.
