Chapter 681
Although he was a foreigner, Dr. Meio spoke Chanaean fluently. One could not have guessed his nationality right just by listening to his impeccable accent.
Dr. Meio seemed to be able to read her mind like a book. He explained, “I came to Chanaea with my parents when I was ten, so I can speak good Chanaean. Please take a seat, Ms. Moore.”
Just like that, Arielle felt that he was quite clever.
As she sat opposite the doctor, he passed her a few sheets of paper. “This is a psychology questionnaire that I’ve created. I do think that it’s better than the generic survey used internationally. Go ahead and fill it out as we have a little chit-chat.”
“Okay.” Arielle nodded.
She took approximately an hour to complete the detailed survey.
“Please wait a moment,” uttered Dr. Meio. Few minutes later, he returned with an analysis in his hands and a confused look on his face. “Ms. Moore, from our conversations as well as the questionnaire report, there’s no issue with your mental health. In fact, you’re doing very well psychologically. The results show that you’re comparatively more assured, strong, and resolute than the majority. May I know why you are seeking consultation?”
Arielle hesitated, but decided to share all of the weird encounters she had experienced recently with the
doctor.
The more she described, the more peculiar he looked at
her.
Frowning, she stopped and asked anxiously, “What’s wrong, Dr. Meio? Is my condition extremely serious?”
Dr. Meio rubbed his nose, unsure how to respond to her.
He thought for a while. “Ms. Moore, have you ever been in a relationship?”
Arielle denied, “No.”
Dr. Meio fell silent again. Subsequently, he pursued further, “Ms. Moore, do you watch any soap operas, romantic movies or read any romance novels?”
“No, I don’t,” she replied. “Those are for people to kill time. Free time is so sacred, I’d treasure it by watching financial news.”
Perplexed, Dr. Meio found her response simply unbelievable. “A girl at your age enjoys watching financial news… Wow, Ms. Moore, I can’t wrap my head around this. There’s no wonder your first reaction was to consult a psychologist upon feeling what you felt.”
“What do you mean by that?” Arielle was dumbfounded.
Grinning from ear to ear, Dr. Meio stood up and shook
her hand.
“Congratulations, Ms. Moore, you’re in love!” he declared.
Meanwhile, Trisha was sipping tea at the waiting room.
Just when she was about to make the fourth run to the bathroom, Arielle finally appeared.
“Sannie!” Trisha dashed to her and queried, “What did Dr. Meio say?”
With a complicated expression hanging on her face, Arielle shook her head as though her soul had left her. Then, she said with a hoarse voice, “Let’s head back to campus first. It’s almost time for lecture.”
“What’s going on?” Seeing how downcast Arielle was, Trisha was worried sick.
Coincidentally, Dr. Meio approached them and overheard Trisha’s questions. He chuckled. “Don’t you worry, Trish. Your friend is absolutely fine.”
“But…”
Arielle’s despondent look says otherwise. How is this considered all is well?
During the journey back, Arielle was exceptionally quiet. She stared blankly out of the window and at the landscape in reverse motion.
Trisha developed an uncanny feeling toward Arielle’s unusual behavior, and it bugged her a lot.
She faltered several times, holding back the urge to find out exactly what happened. She was scared that her questions might trigger something unhappy. In the end, Trisha chose not to say a word.
