"What kind of broken place is really hard to find!"

Hu Fei got out of the car and looked up at the tall soapberry trees and the sycamore trees covering the sky and the sun. He was shocked.

Although Shimen is a provincial capital city, it has a very low presence. It is a keyboard politician, scientist, economist, biologist, and other online dark people who want to swear can't find a place to enter. They are as low-key as if they don't exist.

As one of the youngest provincial capitals, the streets of Shimen are built horizontally and vertically, but there is no greening. Even the oldest urban area does not have a few decent trees. Unlike other cities with a long history, there are no scenic spots and historical sites. Just a few large trees preserved in the city center that are hundreds of years old are enough to make people proud.

However, he didn't expect that in a kind village hidden in the corner of the city, he could actually see two well-preserved and well-grown old trees, and Hu Fei's depressed mood was somewhat relaxed.

However, when his eyes fell on the big words "Tianxia Zheng Psychological Clinic", his expression suddenly changed and he snorted coldly, "Tianxia Zheng? Where the fart is bigger, his tone is so crazy."

Hu Fei, wearing a suit and tie, stood under the cool tree and felt a little hot for some reason. No, he had to calm down. Next, he had to fight Zheng Dao head-on, which was crucial, and it was related to his wealth and life!

But why did he take on such a thankless job? Hu Fei was a little annoyed and turned around and looked at Du Wuyi and Du Tongshang who were sleeping soundly in the car. His eyes became sharper and he felt sad. Du Weirui really gave birth to a pair of children for him? Why is he a nameless junior and a pauper!

The sun shone on the wooden sign at the door, with red characters on the white background and painted a lot, showing a mottled and falling off shape, like an old man who had experienced vicissitudes and faced with sadness.

Hu Fei sorted out his clothes, tried hard to stand up, and pushed open the wooden door of some ages in the clinic. With a creaking sound, the sound of disrepair made the interior decoration that caught his eye a bit old.

The first thing I saw was not like a psychological clinic, like a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, with a very classic style. The Taishi chair, the Eight Immortals table, the screen, the couplets and Chinese paintings on the wall all demonstrated the owner's taste of advocating the national style. Although Hu Fei's name of "The World is Righteous" was suspected of being awesome, he had to secretly praise the layout of the clinic and at least some ingenuity.

However, when his eyes fell on the other side of the screen, his appreciation instantly disappeared, and he widened his eyes - with the screen as the boundary, there was an antique classical style on one side, and a simple and practical postmodern style on the other side, revealing a hint of cold Nordic practical style in simplicity.

Is it a routine that is deliberately set up or a reason for personality split? It is said that people who open psychological clinics have come into contact with too many patients with mental illness and become the patient's emotional garbage can. Over time, they will have mental problems, either schizophrenia or mental breakdown.

If he could be sure that Zheng Dao had mental problems, he could bring back his two children and prevent Zheng Dao from picking up a huge advantage. Hu Fei cleared his throat and shouted upstairs: "Is anyone? I want to consult psychological problems."

The psychological clinic divided into two by the screen is about 100 square meters in size. Hu Fei stood on the side of the classical style. There was a couplet on the wall near the stairs. It imitated the thin gold body of Song Huizong, which was vivid.

The first couplet: If you don’t leave it alone, it will eventually be bitter;

The second couplet: Each one will become famous by holding back.

Horizontal draft: Life with a dot.

Just arty, Hu Fei grinned and heard footsteps coming downstairs from the stairs. Then a slightly old voice sounded: "Here you come! Please sit down, have tea or coffee?"

"Tea..." Hu Feiwei hesitated and looked at the postmodern style opposite the screen, and suddenly changed his mind, "Coffee."

"Do you want to add sugar to coffee?" The old voice had a hint of peace, and the tone changed again, "Do you want to roast deeply or moderately?"

Hu Fei was stunned. OK, a few moments, he started to conduct basic psychology tests on him before he met. He sneered: "Whatever you think I like, it's the kind you think I like."

A figure flashed, and a person appeared in front of him, dressed in casual clothes, with white hair flowing like a waterfall, and a long beard floating like snow. At the moment, he stood with kind eyebrows and eyes, and his Taoist swaying fairy bones, like the image of a paradise.

Hu Fei took a step back in shock and opened his mouth wide: "Zheng, Zheng Dao? Are you Zheng Dao?"

The old man smiled indifferently, neither denying nor admitting: "I am Doctor Zheng... wherever you sit, you choose."

After only two minutes of coming in, there were only a few multiple-choice questions. Although the clinic was small, it was quite professional. Although Hu Fei was naturally hostile to Zheng Dao and was not sure whether the person in front of him was Zheng Dao himself, his strong rationality kept him awake enough and subconsciously became more cautious about the person in front of him.

Very professional, very rigorous, and very logical. Every multiple-choice question is a psychological test. He cannot show his timidity. Hu Fei almost didn't hesitate: "Just sit here...

"Are you really Zheng Dao himself?" Hu Fei emphasized again, "No, Zheng Dao should be about the same age as Du Weirui, how could he be a white-bearded old man? But before coming, Du Ruo said with great certainty that Zheng Dao was the only doctor in the clinic.

Zheng Dao graduated from the Department of Applied Psychology of Medical University and opened a psychology clinic, which is also in line with his major. However, the old man in front of him did not meet his imagination of Zheng Dao, and he could be Du Weirui's father at any age.

In the classical decoration, even the seats are traditional Taishi chairs. The table is even more rough and simple, with a wood color and a scar on the table. I don’t know what unbearable experiences have been.

"I am Doctor Zheng." The old man answered another question with an affable smile on his face, "What do you call me?"

"Hu Fei."

"Mr. Hu asked about marriage or career..." The old man said halfway, paused suddenly, smiled embarrassedly, and whispered to himself, "It's embarrassing, I read the wrong line with the wrong script."

Hu Fei suddenly realized that he didn't seem to hear it. He looked around the room a few times, confirmed that there was no surveillance, and said, "Accounting in advance, no videos are allowed, no audio is allowed, otherwise you will be sued for privacy violations."

"No, don't worry, I have been a psychologist for decades. Respecting the patient's privacy is the basic principle." The old man gently stroked his beard, looking like an old god.

"Since you are a psychologist, I will take the exam first. If you can guess what my profession is, we will continue to talk. If you guess wrong, I'm sorry, your basic knowledge is not up to standard, and there is no way to help me solve my psychological problems." Hu Fei made up his mind and wanted to play with him? Okay, let's try it.

Seeing that the old man was silent, Hu Fei glanced around and a few more times: "I haven't seen the charging table, how much does it cost per hour?"

"Do you really think I'm a fortune teller? OK, let's try it out." The old man laughed, "I'll discuss the price later."

"Coffee is here." He Xiaoyu came down from the upper floor, with a cup of coffee and a cup of green tea in the tea tray. She put the coffee in front of Hu Fei, her expression changed slightly, and she gave the old man a shocked glance.

When the old man was serving tea, he gently knocked on the tea cup in a quiet manner: "You go upstairs first, you don't have my instructions, so you are not allowed to come down."

Hu Fei's eyes stayed on He Xiaoyu for a moment, and a light flashed in his eyes, which was both amazing and envious. However, he quickly adjusted his emotions and withdrew his eyes. After all, serious matters are important, and the matter at the moment is of great importance, and there should be no mistake at all.

In fact, before Hu Fei came in, his every move was clearly seen by the old man on the second floor, including his movements of getting off the car and his stay in front of the door.

At this time, the old man and Hu Fei were close at hand, and Hu Fei's thick eyebrows, big ears and black and purple lips were all in sight. In terms of complexion, Hu Fei's lips were mostly heart and lung problems, except for the black and purple lips, there was no major problem with other aspects. But then again, whether Hu Fei has hidden diseases cannot be achieved by looking at the color alone. His skill has not reached the level of not knowing whether he has not been sick.

Hu Fei is looking at psychological problems. His current identity is just a psychologist. Don’t meddle in other people’s affairs and care about things other than psychological construction. The old man’s father’s advice once again emerged in his heart: “Don’t expose your true identity!”

When Hu Fei got off the car, he first observed the situation in the car, paid attention to the surrounding environment, and stopped at the door, showing his careful, cautious and professional qualities. After meeting him, when choosing classical or modern style, he chose classical, but chose coffee for drinks, which shows that he is a adaptable person and not an ill-adapted person.

However, when choosing coffee, it is deliberately unclear whether the depth or moderate, and not adding sugar, it can be seen that Hu Fei has a certain psychological knowledge and is reluctant to be controlled by others. However, the above details cannot allow the old man to specifically determine his profession, at least it can narrow the scope - Hu Fei is engaged in rigorous, meticulous and quantitative work.

In terms of subdivision, teachers, financial officers, lawyers, real estate agents, etc. are all within the scope.

If the above details are just the ones, it is not enough for the old man to accurately judge Hu Fei's profession, but judging from his clothes and Maybach he drives, most professions can be ruled out. After all, no job can afford to buy a luxury car worth nearly 3 million yuan.

A key detail gave the old man a clear direction for Hu Fei's profession - when Hu Fei asked about the charging standard, it was measured in hours. In fact, as an inconsistent psychological clinic, there has never been a unified charging standard. It is all based on the enthusiasm of the chat and the patient's mood. There is no limit on how much.

It is precisely because of this that the income of Tianxia Zheng Psychological Clinic is small.
Chapter completed!