Thanks for asking. I’ve just “retired” from an underground organization with a 99% death rate. Now I run a psychology clinic, hoping to be useless, mooch off others, and wait to die. The clinic is on the verge of closing, with hardly any visitors. My only receptionist is an amnesiac young man I picked up, and my only regular visitor is the hot-blooded local detective who suspects every day that I’m some hidden master.
Me: “Thanks, but I just want to be a frail man who can’t even open a bottle cap.”
Then one day, the clinic door swings open.
Every new visitor is “gifted” in their own way:
A domineering CEO with an overwhelming need for control complains that a mysterious organization keeps harassing him and even trying to brainwash him.
A top-tier star suffering from binge-eating disorder says their rival has put a curse on them, and they keep wanting to chew on table legs in the middle of the night.
A veteran with PTSD insists he’s been caught up in a conspiracy capable of bringing down an entire city.
Me, sipping tea: “Mm-hmm, those are all perfectly normal stress reactions.”
Then I turn around and beat the various demons and monsters trying to cause trouble right under my nose until they’re begging to call me Daddy.
I just want to retire in peace. Why does everyone keep forcing me back to work?!
Bonus scene:
At first, the hot-blooded detective Jiang Chi thought the psychologist named Lu Yan was just a pretty face, utterly helpless and so fragile that a gust of wind could knock him over. He needed to be protected at all costs.
Later, Jiang Chi watched Lu Yan slam the head of an A-rank fugitive into a wall with one hand, smiling as warmly as a spring breeze. “Friend, your psychological issues are pretty serious. You need electrotherapy… I mean, a deep conversation.”
Jiang Chi silently put his gun away and began to question his entire life.
