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    “I refuse to use hypnosis,” Paul dered firmly


    “Okay,” Marissa responded, her smile unwavering. The doctor hadid out the treatment n, leaving the decision entirely in the patient’s hands. Marissa respected this choice wholeheartedly. She also understood where Paul wasing from. This was their first meeting. They were essentially strangers. Trusting herpletely and sharing his innermost thoughts was asking a lot of him. In another scenario, if she were just any doctor, he might have used harsh means to coerce her intopliance and detain her to keep his secrets safe. But Marissa was not just any doctor. She was Connor’s wife. While Paul was influential, Connor was a formidable opponent who would protect Marissa at all costs. Paul knew better than to provoke a battle he might not win


    After a brief pause, Marissa spoke up. “Mr. Alvarado, since you’re notfortable with the initial n, I’ll draft an alternative for you. It might not be asprehensive, but it still offers a solid chance of recovery, provided you’re willing to engage fully.”


    “Go ahead,” Paul said, a trace of curiosity in his tone


    “I propose using acupuncture and medicine to bolster your health and prevent further decline of your organs,” Marissa exined. “However, this will also require you to manage your emotions, striving to maintain happiness and avoid prolonged sadness.”


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    “What if I still can’t shake this sadness?” Paul inquired


    “Then the effectiveness of the treatment will diminish,” Marissa responded. “Our initial n is optimal because it addresses both your physical and mental health. You just need to delve into your spiritual world. The alternative, however, focuses solely on physical therapy. You’ll have to tackle the psychological issues on your own. If you find that too challenging, the treatment will keep you alive, but perhaps not for as long as you’d hope.”


    Paul nodded quietly, indicating his understanding. Hepsed back into silence


    Marissa sensed his hesitation and remained quiet, giving him time to ponder. She had a hunch about his dilemma. Opting for the first n risked exposing a secret he desperately wanted to keep hidden, which could harm him. Choosing the second n meant facing his emotions alone, a daunting task given his long-standing struggles. If managing his feelings were that simple, his condition wouldn’t have reached such a critical point


    After a lengthy pause, Paul sighed and said, “Then I’ll choose the second n.”


    “Okay,” Marissa replied with a reassuring smile. She then turned and called out, “Captain Williamson, could you bring me my purse, please?” Before she entered this hall, Elvis had already removed all suspicious items from her. He swiftly grabbed her purse and took it behind the screen by himself


    As he handed over her purse, Marissa instructed, “Mr. Alvarado, please lie down on your back.”


    Elvis quickly stepped in and assisted Paul in lying down. Marissa deftly inserted the silver needles into Paul’s body one after another, exining, “This is our first session. Depending on how you respond, I’ll determine when the next one should be. It’s hard to say right now.”


    Once the acupuncture was done, she requested a pen and paper and promptly wrote out a prescription. She passed the prescription to Elvis and instructed, “Please procure these medications for Mr. Alvarado as listed here and ensure they are administered exactly as directed. Start with this pill.”


    While speaking, she retrieved a pill from her purse, which Elvis had returned to her. Elvis’s eyes gleamed with recognition. “Is this the MindEase Elixir? A Pill?”


    Marissa simply confirmed, “Yes.”


    Something about her confirmation seemed to trouble Elvis. His expression grew somber. In a subdued tone, he posed a hesitant question. “I apologize for asking, Dr. Riss, but there’s something troubling me…”


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