Chapter 13 The Love-Deprived CEO 13 (2/2)

Fu Senran sneered and suddenly pulled a document from his trouser pocket. It was a document he had just printed in the study, concerning the applicable legal circumstances for compulsory medical treatment.

"What kind of certificate do I need?"

Dr. Wan was also seeing Fu Senran act like this for the first time and was somewhat puzzled.

"Prove that I'm an uncontrollable madman!"

"That way, when she files for divorce, the court will order her to have custody of me!! She'll have to take care of this crazy person for the rest of her life!"

Fu Senran clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the doctor. Even as his heart ached, he insisted on making his point clear when the topic of divorce came up.

Even if they're divorced, and Zi Xi finds someone else, she'll still have to take care of him, her patient, for the rest of her life!

Between the pounding raindrops against the window, Dr. Wan heard himself swallow. Should he turn on the door or not?

"First, you need to calm down and tell me about your dream..."

After listening to the entire dream under Fu Senran's sorrowful expression, Dr. Wan wrote down several keywords on the tablet: his newlywed wife, Miss Shen, left in a dream, and he was filled with anxiety and uncertainty.

Dr. Wan took off his reading glasses and gently wiped the lenses with a soft cloth.

Fifty years of medical practice have taught him to remain silent while listening, and to give strength in silence.

He slowly put on his glasses.

"Mr. Fu, did you know that when people are extremely happy, they often dream of losing it?"

Dr. Wan spoke gently.

Fu Senran raised his eyes, a flicker of emotion flashing in his dark pupils.

"This is not a pathology, but a subconscious self-protection mechanism."

"Just like when we are standing at a high place, we suddenly imagine ourselves falling. It's not because we want to jump, but because our brain is reminding us to cherish the present moment and the safety we have."

"You love her, so it's normal to be afraid of losing her."

Dr. Wan picked up the teapot on the coffee table and began to warm the tea. Steam rose from the pot. Once the teapot's indicator light illuminated a warm yellow, he gently poured a cup of hot tea, pushed it over, and the bottom of the cup touched the wooden coffee table with a soft sound.

Fu Senran stared at the ripples in his teacup and suddenly murmured, "What if this isn't a dream? What if it really happens someday?"

"This is just a hypothetical scenario. If you assume that Miss Shen will leave you in the future, then you should cherish the present even more. Look, the phone is still in your hand, and Miss Shen is still by your side."

Dr. Wan smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out. He pointed to the surveillance footage on Fu Senran's phone, repeatedly telling him to imagine the best and relax.

"But what if..."

"There's no 'what if,' Mr. Fu. You are a successful businessman, but marriage is not a business contract and doesn't require a contingency plan."

Dr. Wan gently interrupted him.

He got up and took a worn photo album from the bookshelf. He opened one of the pages and saw a young Dr. Wan embracing his deceased wife in a photo with a beach at sunset in the background.

“Although I am a psychologist, I have been married to my wife for thirty years, and I still dream that she leaves me.”

“But every time I wake up and see her beside me, I know that the dream is just a dream, and in reality she is still beside me. Her real body temperature is more reliable than a million possibilities in the dream.”

"If you're still worried, you can bring Miss Shen over next time to talk to me. I'll help you analyze whether Miss Shen has any intention of leaving you in the future."

Dr. Wan really wanted to meet the real Miss Shen.

Fu Senran stared at the photo album in silence for a long time, then suddenly uttered "Thank you" before saying goodbye and walking away.

She was much calmer than when she arrived, when she was excited.