Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss-Chapter 837 - 811 Revitalizing Industry is Less
Chapter 837: Chapter 811: Revitalizing Industry is Less Important Than Having Babies (Thanks to the Overlord Reward from Xiao Nen Xue +2 more chapters)
Chapter 837: Chapter 811: Revitalizing Industry is Less Important Than Having Babies (Thanks to the Overlord Reward from Xiao Nen Xue +2 more chapters)
Following the man into a ward teeming with people, a frail elder lay on the bed, an IV drip hanging above him.
The man brought Kiara over, addressing his father,
“Dad, this is—”
“I handle various affairs in the city,” Kiara gestured to the man to be quiet.
The man explained that his father was very superstitious, and to someone of his age, the career of a psychologist was unheard of. It would require a tedious explanation, and it was easier to just say she was a “celebrated figure” who managed affairs in the city—an identity that the elder was more likely to believe.
“That’s right, Dad, she is a great master, a ‘Fairy’ from the city, truly incredible.” The man played along with Kiara.
The elder opened his eyes to look at Kiara, his cloudy eyes full of skepticism.
Kiara pulled over a chair and sat in front of the elder’s bed, then spoke to him,
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“I was passing by the hospital today and saw something unusual in the sky above, so I came to have a look and happened to meet your son…”
Yuzo Joel stood at the doorway of the ward, watching that delicately made-up young girl sitting in front of a terminal patient, as if possessed by a charlatan.
Her attire was meticulous, her outfit simple yet elegant, showing that she was a young lady who really knew how to live. She seemed out of place in the six-person ward, but there she sat, comfortably conversing with the critically ill elder.
“Doctor, I—” The middle-aged woman standing with Professor Joel was the elder’s daughter-in-law. She had just been sitting outside crying when this doctor came up to ask about the problem. After hearing her story, he followed her here, but why wouldn’t he enter the ward?
Professor Joel made a shushing gesture; the woman didn’t understand the situation and didn’t dare to speak.
Kiara managed to bamboozle the elder lying on the bed, winning his trust through information gathered from his son. After the elder began to trust her, she gradually shifted the conversation to more professional topics.
“Uncle, I want you to concentrate now and visualize the thing inside your body that’s making you sick as a corn kernel.”
To get the old man to accept her therapy, Kiara even used dialect and gestured with her hands the size of a corn kernel, which made Professor Joel smile at the sight.
This girl’s perception was really sharp, he thought. Indeed, it was a technique that a psychologist might use in giving psychological therapy to terminal patients, with the goal of boosting their confidence and improving their mood. She had localized the concept, using such a folksy metaphor to make the elder understand.
“Now, Uncle, concentrate and imagine your will power as a millstone, grinding all those sickness-causing specks to dust. As you breathe in rhythm with me, when you exhale, this powdered residue will be expelled from your body…”
Anxiety and fear can demoralize cancer patients, hindering recovery. Kiara, using a mix of professionalism and persuasion, slowly relaxed the elder. She couldn’t treat the already spread advanced cancer, but she could alleviate his fear and anxiety through psychological adjustments, which would be beneficial for releasing his negative emotions and hence improving his condition.
What she was doing now was exactly what Professor Joel would talk about later.
Kiara’s therapy session lasted almost 30 minutes, during which she was thoroughly patient, not showing any disdain for the seriously ill elder. Gradually, the noise of the crowded ward quieted down, and patients from other beds gathered around, listening attentively to Kiara’s explanations.
Professor Joel waited until Kiara finished, his eyes soft with a tender smile.
Alyssa Lynn trained this child well; she was not only skilled professionally but also clever. He heard that her services were quite costly, yet she treated the less fortunate with the utmost patience—not a hint of disdain. This raised Kiara even higher in Professor Joel’s esteem; she truly was a good child.
Little did he know that part of the reason this “good child” was willing to come was to avoid him.
That was just how Mrs. Kiara was; she wouldn’t easily agree to treat anyone, but once she took on a case, she would handle it with all the patience and effort she could muster, regardless of the money involved. This was the dignity and mission of a doctor.
Finally, Kiara concluded the therapy session, and the elder fell asleep with a tranquil expression, deeply moving his son.
His father, anxious for the past two days, hadn’t been able to sleep, but this young woman doctor had indeed had an effect.
“Doctor, can you come again next time?”
“The next session is in a week. Please ensure the elder cooperates with the doctor’s treatments until then. His mindset has already changed, and with active medical treatment in cooperation with the doctors, he will improve.”
At this stage, there was no turning back. Kiara’s treatment could only help the elder adjust his mindset, allowing him to harbor more hope for living during the last leg of his life. As for how much longer he could live, that was up to fate.
The middle-aged man was endlessly grateful, and other patients who were watching and listening in the ward felt greatly benefited as well, erupting in thunderous applause.
Kiara made a shushing gesture to everyone, signaling them not to wake the elder who had just fallen asleep, then she turned and left.
Upon seeing Professor Joel standing at the door, Kiara was surprised.
“You…?!”
“Hi! We meet again!” Professor Joel waved at Kiara.
“How come you are here?” Kiara wondered, how was it that no matter where she went, she ran into him?
“Isn’t it because you wanted to see me?”
“What?” Kiara didn’t hear clearly.
Professor Joel beamed a brilliant smile.
“Nothing much, I just had some business to take care of and happened to see you treating someone. You’re very excellent.”
“Thank you.” After exchanging polite pleasantries with him, Kiara turned to leave.
“There’s a lecture upstairs, aren’t you going to listen?” Professor Joel called out to her.
“I have a headache all over, there’s nothing I want to listen to… Are you actually a psychiatrist, or a patient?” Kiara recalled his previous visit to the Psychiatric Hospital, and considering that the lecture was only for professionals in the field or patients, the more she looked at him, the less he seemed like a patient, his eyes carried an air of worldliness yet were incredibly insightful.
“I am a psychiatrist, but I’m also a patient.”
Kiara looked at him for several seconds, unable to determine what kind of mental illness Professor Joel might have, but seeing him gallivanting around with no apparent concerns, one moment pretending to be a chef at a restaurant, another seeking treatment at a Psychiatric Hospital, and now claiming he was a psychologist, could it be that this man—
“You don’t have schizophrenia, do you?”
“Hahaha!” Professor Joel was made to laugh by her, “Do I look like someone with a mental disorder?”
“Um, quite a bit.”
“If I were sick, would you be willing to treat me?” Talking to her really lifted his spirits.
“I would have been willing before, but not anymore.” She felt that this man was just toying with her. Mrs. Kiara hated being played with the most.
“I have money, you know.”
“Money doesn’t work on me. Your aura doesn’t match mine, and I have other things to attend to; I’m leaving.”
She really didn’t want to linger here. She had to get away. What if Isaac came looking for her to attend the lecture upstairs?
The teacher insisted on having her meet with Professor Joel, and while Kiara knew and understood the reason, she was not compliant.
After marrying Mario Yuno, her status was no longer the same. As the spouse of a special forces military member, her outbound travel procedures would be extremely difficult, and the objective reality of the industry was that domestic qualifications weren’t as prestigious as those overseas. Having a prominent mentor would make a difference, not just for Kiara herself, but also for the industry development of the entire Northern Region.
Unfortunately, Kiara had just started a family and wasn’t focused on her career at all.
Sorry, Teacher, revitalizing the industry isn’t as important as having babies, farewell to the jianghu!
