The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82: 080 The First Hypnotist

Fu Yunshen had known the psychologist for several years, but this was the first time he had seen him wear such an expression.

As a hunter on the NOK Hypnotist rankings and a psychologist in his own right, he was absolutely flawless in controlling his expressions.

After all, a person’s microexpression, even if it flashed by for just 0.5 seconds, could be directly read by a hypnotist to reveal their inner thoughts.

A hypnotist could easily commit murder while performing deep hypnosis on others.

Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow, his tone casual, “Who?”

The psychologist sighed softly, “One of my patients, I may not have seen her for a long time; I don’t know how she is doing now.”

He fell silent for a moment, then shook his head, clearly not wishing to elaborate further, so he changed the subject.

“I didn’t prescribe her any medicine because her situation is peculiar,” said the psychologist. “After all, these drugs related to mental and psychological health have significant side effects.”

Fu Yunshen merely hmmed lightly in response.

“However,” the psychologist paused, “she asked me to help treat her brother.”

Fu Yunshen looked up, leaning back, “What did you say?”

“I agreed,” the psychologist smiled. “But it’s not because of you, it’s because of her. You might not believe it, but her control over microexpressions is even stronger than mine.”

Fu Yunshen did not show any sign of surprise, only smiling, “It seems my little friend is indeed quite impressive, to have you convinced.”

Those hunters on the NOK forum, especially the top three on each list, couldn’t be persuaded by money.

Their whereabouts were elusive and mysterious.

Thus, even with a bounty of one billion US dollars, the top three hunters remained unmoved. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

The difference between the third and fourth rank may only be one place, but the gap is immeasurable.

Not to mention the ones ranked first on each leaderboard.

The first on the Hypnotist list had never even shown his face, existing only in rumors.

The psychologist nodded, “Do you need hypnosis now?”

“No need,” Fu Yunshen stood up, his tone lazy, “I feel happier and recover faster when I’m with my little friend. It saves me from your hypnosis, and also saves my money.”

“…”

**

The next day.

Ying Zijin took a class off for Wen Tinglan and took him to the psychology counseling room.

“Big sis,” the boy gripped the corner of her school uniform, his lips taut, “I don’t want to go.”

“It’s okay,” Ying Zijin patted his shoulder. “You don’t have to talk to him, just sleep. If you feel uncomfortable, you can beat him up.”

Wen Tinglan, feeling his sister was becoming more violent, “…”

In the end, Ying Zijin promised him an extra piece of cake every day, and only then did Wen Tinglan let go and enter.

Ying Zijin looked at the closed door, leaned on the railing, and gazed at the sky, “When he was five, his mother came back once, and then, he didn’t speak for five years.”

Fu Yunshen turned to her, “Uncle Wen’s wife?”

“Yeah,” Ying Zijin spoke indifferently, “My father got divorced when I was young. My father told me Xiao Lan has a sister who left with their mother and never came back.”

Wen Fengmian never mentioned it, and too much time had passed, beyond her current calculation scope, so Ying Zijin didn’t know who Wen Tinglan’s biological mother really was.

There was only a vague awareness that the woman probably couldn’t stand the poverty in Qingshui County and, not long after giving birth to Wen Tinglan, took all the valuable belongings and left with her older daughter.

A few days later, Wen Fengmian found her and took her in, despite being so poor he was barely able to feed himself.

Wen Tinglan’s autism was severe, and ordinary psychologists couldn’t just fail to treat him but might even worsen his condition.