Chapter 332 The Part–Time Therapist
Jean lowered her eyes and fell silent for a moment.
Then, she curved her lips into a polite smile and gave the receptionist a nod. “Got it, thank you-”
“But I’d still like it if you could tell me where Dr. Samuel’s office is.”
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Once she had the specific location, Jean moved through the crowd and headed toward the elevators. The hospital was packed; she had to wait quite a while before stepping into one.
Samuel’s office was on a rather unusual floor-
Unusual because,pared to the constant hustle and bustle on the other floors, this one was practically deserted.
It was too quiet.
Jean’s gaze casually swept across the wall directory. To her surprise, most of the departments here were for psychiatric care. <i>Samuel’s </i><i>office </i><i>was </i><i>right </i><i>next </i><i>to </i><i>a </i><i>cluster </i><i>of </i><i>psychology </i><i>departments</i><i>? </i><i>Did </i><i>he </i>dabble in psychology
<i>too</i><i>? </i>
In the novel, Samuel had been described as a medical genius who could do it all…
So maybe he really did moonlight as a therapist.
Jean walked down the silent hallway–until suddenly—
A deep voice drifted out from a slightly cracked door, just barely audible.
The door to one of the psych offices hadn’t been shut all the way; it hung loosely ajar, and vague voices kept leaking through the gap.
Jean crept up slowly, deliberately softening her footsteps as she approached the door-
The voices gradually became clearer.
“It’s gotten worse againtely?” That was Samuel’s voice.
“Yeah.” A man’s voice responded.
Samuel seemed to be jotting something down; the sound of a pen dragging across paper came through crisp and clear. “And how are you feeling now?”
The man stayed quiet for a moment.
Neither of them spoke during the pause; only soft breathing filled the room.
Jean had no idea how long the silencested before the man finally broke it. “Lately… I haven’t been able to sleep through the night.”
“My mind feels tired, but my body… it’s like it’s forgotten how to fall asleep.”
“I’ve told you this before,” Samuel’s voice was cool and steady. “It’s because of your emotional block. If you don’t resolve that, no amount of medication will help. Medicine can only numb your nerves temporarily; it
can even cause side effects.”
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Chapter 332 The Part–Time Therapist
The man didn’t say anything else.
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But Samuel continued, unbothered. “Haven’t you noticed your symptoms are bing physical? Your hands are trembling.”
Jean was fully engrossed in cavesdropping. <i>Holy </i><i>crap</i>, <i>Samuel </i>really is a part–time therapist!
Just then, the two men inside the office seemed to freeze.
Jean,pletely unaware she’d been caught, leaned in even closer to the door, trying to hear better.
But-
The door suddenly swung <i>back</i><i>, </i>pulled open without warning. Caught off guard, Jean lost her bnce and stumbled forward-
Two firm hands caught her arms just in time and steadied her.
Samuel’s hands. Still, Jean’s upper body almost fell straight into his chest.
Her nose was barely an inch from the crisp white coat he wore; she could clearly smell the sharp, cool scent of medicinal herbs on him.
“Jean, what are you doing here?”
Samuel’s gentle voice came from above, with no trace of scolding in it.
Jean only then realized-
She’d been caught.
She straightened up quickly, tilting her head to look up at him, a flicker of nervousness shing across her face. “I… I came to find you for something… but the front desk said you weren’t in, so I thought I’d try your office and see if I got lucky. I didn’t think…”
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