Chapter 1 The Doctor's Dilemma

"Doctor," Fatty opened his mouth, and after a few seconds, he said with a very tangled expression, "If I remember correctly, in our country... paid companionship is illegal, right?"

"I saw it on TV," Fatty continued earnestly, not waiting for Jiang Cheng to reply, "Back then, those people held their heads in their hands, squatting neatly against the wall. I heard they were taken away by a big bus and had to sit in the little black room."

"What does that have to do with me?" Jiang Cheng raised his handsome eyebrows, unimpressed.

Fatty then noticed a lipstick mark on the corner of the doctor's eyebrow, but it wasn't very clear because it was matte.

After listening to the doctor's words, Fatty's entire face was twisted together. He thought that with the doctor's current appearance, he wouldn't even need to be caught on the spot. Just the clothes, the lipstick mark on his face, and the scratches on his exposed skin were ironclad evidence that couldn't be washed away.

Finding Fatty staring at him with an increasingly strange look, Jiang Cheng, out of concern for his own safety, pulled his collar slightly inward.

"It's not what you think," he explained. "Those girls are all misguided teenagers in their rebellious period. My main purpose is to save them."

Fatty pointed to the lipstick mark on Jiang Cheng's face and said excitedly, "Save them like this?"

"This is just the method, not the purpose," Jiang Cheng said calmly with a righteous face. "You need to understand that I am a white-clad angel. If I can save them, I am willing to endure any amount of grievance."

After saying that, he casually wiped the lipstick mark on his face, but it only smeared it more.

Fatty: "..."

"You think I went to drink, to play, to have fun?" Jiang Cheng shook his head, put down his hand, sighed, and then said righteously, "You're wrong. I'm trying to understand them from their perspective. As a psychologist, I need to truly understand the living conditions of those I serve... no, those I treat."

"Actually, I'm not as happy as you see. It's all just appearance," Jiang Cheng naturally folded the banknotes and stuffed them into his pocket.

Because the banknotes were thick, the pocket looked bulging and particularly bulky from Fatty's perspective.

"Every treatment process is a torment for me. The emptiness and loneliness displayed in the eyes of every woman lost in the world of dazzling lights and extravagant pleasures is a spur to me."

Clutching his chest, Jiang Cheng looked increasingly heartbroken. "I can only keep drinking and use the anesthesia of alcohol to convince myself to continue."

"Traditional doctor-patient relationships will only make things more complicated. What I seek is a more peaceful way to interact with them, such as being friends with them," Jiang Cheng said with a burning gaze, "The kind where we are honest with each other."

"To experience with them the ways of enjoyment that they think, and then from the outside to the inside, from the shallow to the deep, find the most core problem, reveal it in one fell swoop, and completely awaken these misguided girls."

For Jiang Cheng at this moment, it seemed that saving these girls who had fallen into迷途 (mítú, astray) was the only meaning of his existence. Even if the road ahead was bumpy, facing the incomprehension and distortion of countless people, he would face it calmly.

Fatty's mouth twitched, and he asked, "Then Doctor, have you found it yet?"

"Not yet," Jiang Cheng leaned on the sofa, twisting his body comfortably. "But I feel like I'm close."

"Doctor," Fatty said rather awkwardly, staring at Jiang Cheng, who was squinting his eyes, "Actually, you don't need to explain so much to me. I understand. Although our conditions aren't very good now, but... but you don't need to learn from the Pi Ruan brothers. We still need to be upright..."

Jiang Cheng naturally held up two fingers.

Fatty immediately shut up, knowing that the doctor was about to start again.

"Two points," Jiang Cheng shook his fingers and said, "First, I'm different from Pi Ruan. My qualifications are stronger than his. Second, I don't have the habit of flattering rich women. My client base has a very average age distribution."

"And the most important point," he said, "Tonight's gathering was organized by young ladies, not rich women. I know nothing about the rich women's circle."

"I only know that if they are rich women with families, they won't drive convertibles and show their faces in public, because that's too obvious."

"What they often use are black high-end nanny vans, the kind with opaque windows, and they have several sets of license plates, so they never use the same one when they go out."

"And they don't choose crowded KTVs. They usually choose high-end private clubs with memberships. New members who want to join have to pass the joint invitation of at least three old members."

"There are people in charge of reception in front of the club. Ordinary people who come to ask are always told that it's full, only acquaintances are led upstairs," Jiang Cheng thought for a while, and added again.

"Is this what you call knowing nothing?" Fatty stood up excitedly.

In just one night, in Fatty's mind, the doctor's image had undergone earth-shattering changes, from a high-end service-oriented talent to a high-end service personnel.

Until the next morning, Jiang Cheng felt that Fatty's eyes were strange when he looked at him, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start, and... he also had a little bit of rejection.

Based on his many years of experience in treating patients, Fatty's current state was obviously caught in a vicious circle of suspicion and self-doubt.

After breakfast, Jiang Cheng, who was strolling by the window to digest his food, received a call. The voice on the other end of the phone couldn't hide its joy, but Jiang Cheng's attitude was very cold, with a businesslike expression.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Cheng turned his head and said to Fatty, who was using a hammer to "ding ding dang dang" fix a corner of the sofa that was coming loose, "Fatty, hurry up and clean up, then wipe the table and floor. Someone will be here later."

"Understood, Doctor."

About half an hour later, a sound of high heels rang outside the door. The rhythmic sound clearly indicated there was more than one person. The visitors stopped outside the door and first knocked politely.

Sitting upright on the sofa, Jiang Cheng didn't even look at the door. He first blew on the hot air on the coffee cup, then took a sip, and then slowly said, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and several women with the appearance of wealthy ladies, still charming, entered with the sunlight.

"Doctor Jiang," the woman in the lead, wearing long boots and a camel-colored shawl, seemed very excited and nodded repeatedly at the doctor on the sofa, "Thank you so much for your hard work. We troubled you with Yuan Yuan's matter."

"It's my job," the doctor replied indifferently.

"After the driver took her home yesterday, she chatted with me for a long time. We... we haven't chatted like this for a long time," the woman said, her eyes turning red. "Anyway, thank you so much, Doctor Jiang."