Xie Yu narrowed his eyes at Dr. Li, cold killing intent surfacing in them. "So what if I am? Do you think you can kill me?"
Dr. Li spread his hands and shook his head helplessly. "I'm just a doctor. How would I know anything about fighting and killing?"
"You're quite self-aware." Xie Yu sneered.
"Xie Yu..." Dr. Li looked into Xie Yu's eyes and spoke faintly. "You've been at Abstinence Hall for three years now, haven't you?"
Xie Yu raised a brow. "What? Are you trying to play the emotional card and persuade me to turn back? Do you really think those TV drama tricks will work?"
"No, I'm not trying to reform you..." Dr. Li shook his head. "I just wanted to ask: do you remember how many times I've given you psychological counseling over the past three years?"
Xie Yu frowned slightly. "What are you getting at?"
"Three times. I've counseled you three times." Dr. Li held up three fingers. "People like you, who deal with prisoners every day, need regular counseling from a psychologist to prevent the long-term gloomy and violent environment from affecting your minds. At Abstinence Hall, it's about once a year. Not just you—every prison guard here has received counseling from me..."
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Xie Yu was growing impatient.
The corners of Dr. Li's mouth rose slightly, and a smile appeared on his face. "I have a bad habit... Whenever I treat someone, I always get the urge to plant a few subconscious thoughts in their minds that don't belong there. Of course, for most people, those thoughts are like a grain of sand in the desert. They won't affect them at all, and their existence can be completely ignored.
Only under certain circumstances do they take effect..."