Chapter 1265: Chapter 1265
“Ah, forget it,” Jane McCain waved her hand, “it’s mainly because I’m so unlucky. Maybe I’m just the type that attracts bad luck. I got engaged, and my fiancé turned out to be a murderer; I went on a blind date, and the guy was a thug…”
Her voice grew increasingly somber, as if lanting her own life, “I’m so young, so pretty, am I destined to attract bad luck my whole life? Dr. Kay, do you know that so sorceresses can help change one’s luck? Do you think I should ask one to help ?”
Dr. Kay was silent for a mont, then conscientiously said, “Janie, superstitions are wrong, and your current mindset is subconsciously suggesting to yourself that you attract bad luck. When anything happens in the future, you’ll associate it with your bad luck, eventually losing correct and rational judgnt.”
Jane McCain chuckled, “Dr. Kay, I don’t want to hypnotize myself into thinking I attract bad luck either. Attract wealth, attract love, anything is fine, but the problem is it doesn’t work.”
At this mont, Dr. Kay’s phone rang with a lodious tune.
“Sorry, I need to take this call,” Dr. Kay said apologetically to Jane McCain and answered the call.
“… Yes, she had an appointnt with at seven last night… Yes, normally I don’t see patients in the evening, but her situation was quite special…”
Dr. Kay patiently explained to the person on the other end of the phone, “I waited from seven until eight-thirty, but she didn’t show up, so I left… Yes, I didn’t see her when I left either… Surveillance? No, we don’t have surveillance in our clinic out of consideration for clients’ privacy.”
After finishing the call, Dr. Kay put the phone aside and said to Jane McCain, “I’ve recently been researching so foreign cases similar to yours and want to try a new therapy. Do you want to give it a shot?”
Jane McCain’s attention was completely diverted to the phone call.
“Dr. Kay, who called you? Why did they ask about surveillance?”
“It was Ms. Matthew’s family. She didn’t return ho last night and has been missing all day. They thought Ms. Matthew ca here.”
“Oh…” Jane McCain murmured, “I’ve t her a few tis before. She seed to have so social anxiety issues? I hope nothing happened to her…”
Dr. Kay put away his notes, stood up, and said, “Janie, let’s try the new therapy today.”
After speaking, he went to the back room of the clinic.
That was Dr. Kay’s resting room, where he also stored so miscellaneous items.
Jane McCain lay quietly on the sofa, waiting.
She waited for a long ti but didn’t see Dr. Kay return.
Feeling bored, she looked around and inadvertently noticed a woman’s handbag hanging on the standing coat rack. It was off-white, with a clasp, and seed sowhat familiar…
… Huh?
The last ti she t Ms. Matthew, she was carrying an off-white handbag, too?
But Dr. Kay said Ms. Matthew hadn’t been here.
Then why was her handbag here?
Jane McCain felt a twinge of doubt.
At this mont, a strange sll wafted to her nose. She turned her head and saw Dr. Kay coming over with a large pot of steaming at soup.
Jane McCain exclaid in surprise, “Dr. Kay, when did you move the kitchen into your office?”
Dr. Kay placed the pot filled with chunks of at on the table and stirred it with a long-handled ladle. The sll beca even stronger—a mixture of at aroma, sourness, and sothing fishy…
Jane McCain felt her skin crawl and silently rubbed the goosebumps on her arms.
Dr. Kay smiled and said, “There has always been food therapy for psychological disorders abroad. My clinic must also keep up with the tis. Here, try so and see how it tastes.”
Saying this, he handed her a pair of chopsticks.
Jane McCain’s face turned slightly pale. Looking at the pot of at soup before her, she instinctively glanced several tis at the woman’s handbag on the coat rack.
“Dr… Dr. Kay, what kind of at is this?”
Dr. Kay’s smile remained gentle, “Try a bite, then guess?”
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