I opened a "Specialized Love Sickness Clinic" and offered 1 million if the patient could not be cured. Those who come are all domineering CEOs who can call the shots.
Patient No. 1 Is a real estate tycoon. He said that he dreams about his first love named Xiaofang every night. I diagnosed him as being used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas and missed gutter oil. After opening three copies of the "Construction Site Memories Package", he recovered. Patient No. 2 Is a financial tycoon. He says that the female devil of his rival company makes him sleepless. I gave him a "balance sheet sober shot" and he was so frightened that he recovered.
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They all thought I was a miracle doctor, but they didn't know that I used to be a top psychological profiler, with great hands and eyes, specializing in treating human weaknesses.
Until the man who really needs to be "cured" comes along. He is my ex-boyfriend and the most ruthless capitalist in Beijing. He looked at me and said, "Doctor, I have a disease that makes me miss you every time I have free time. Is this an incurable disease?"
