Treatment
That was real skill!
Even Pediatrician Sun Shuhui, who knew only a little about psychiatry and psychology, could tell that Li Bai's casual snap of his fingers had been anything but simple.
The change in the little girl's expression was like night and day. Before, her face had been pale and she'd had beads of sweat on her forehead. Now she sat obediently in the chair with her eyes closed, looking calm and no longer complaining of pain.
If he hadn't recognized it as hypnosis, psychiatry's signature skill, Sun Shuhui might have blurted out "magic"—an unscientific word.
"How can this child not like studying?"
"Qiao'er, what's going on? You used to be fine!"
The little girl's parents were anxious. As soon as they heard this had started because she'd entered fourth grade, they hurried over to grab their daughter and demand an explanation.
It was common for parents to place enormous hopes on their children. But expecting a child to soar when you couldn't even fly yourself was a tall order... Silkie chickens and barred Plymouth Rocks weren't exactly fighter jets!
Wasn't that asking too much?
"Shh! Keep quiet! I've hypnotized her."
Li Bai held out a hand to stop the rash parents.
Even Li Bai didn't know what might happen if someone was forcibly woken from a hypnotic state.
"Hypnosis?"
The word made the little girl's parents exchange bewildered looks.
To be honest, they knew the word, but it sounded awfully advanced. Weren't you supposed to guide someone with persuasive words, or dangle a pocket watch in front of their eyes? What on earth had Li Bai just done to hypnotize their daughter?
"Doctor..."
The little girl's father was about to say something, but Pediatrician Sun Shuhui, who had been watching from the side, stopped him again.
"Quiet.