Dragon Raja: Oh no! Lu Mingfei has been diagnosed with depression!

"What is this?"

Lu Mingfei looked at the blank envelope on the bedside table and asked.

"An interview invitation from a private university abroad. Last night, one of their students contacted me and insisted that I deliver it to you personally."

The doctor said weakly that he felt like he was about to die suddenly, that he was dizzy and his heart rate was soaring, and that if he could, he just wanted to find a bed and get a good night's sleep.

But what he fears more than sudden death is having his salary deducted. The hospital where he works offers good benefits and provides high-value insurance for every doctor.

If he really dies suddenly in the ward, the hospital's legal department will go all out, and a considerable amount of compensation will be deposited into his parents' account back home within a month.

Being docked wages is bad enough. Honestly, being a psychologist is not an easy job. People nowadays view mental health issues as a terrible threat, thinking that anyone who comes to the hospital will be labeled as mentally ill.

That's why, despite other people's objections, he still runs a science popularization account online after get off work, and the sentence he says most often on it is "Psychological problems are not mental illnesses, they are just getting stuck in a rut."

When the doctor came up with this sentence, he was amazed by his own talent. Listen to what a philosophical sentence it is! He described the patient's self-doubt as a dead end. There is absolutely no gentler metaphor in the world!

But when he was overjoyed and looking forward to patients coming to him, reality gave him readership that never exceeded three digits and very little attention. He almost vomited up all his enthusiasm.

This has resulted in the poor performance of the psychology department where doctors work, making them almost invisible in the hospital. They only receive a basic salary each month, and bonuses and subsidies are out of their reach.

Being penalized with a pay cut at this time would be like adding insult to injury.

Lu Mingfei then picked up the envelope, poured out a very elegant letter, and a cell phone fell out with it.

"Wow! The latest N96 phone! And it's all black!"

The doctor instantly perked up, no longer sleepy, and stared intently at the phone, like a pervert eyeing a girl's exposed thigh in a short skirt:

"This school is really rich! They give interviewees a five-thousand-yuan cell phone as a gift! Why didn't I get that kind of treatment back then!"

Lu Mingfei didn't really understand the phone. He glanced at it a few times and then casually put it on the cabinet without much interest.

The doctor was still smacking his lips, lamenting how he had been blinded by greed and determined to study psychology. He said he probably hadn't even earned back his tuition fees yet!

The suggestion to apply for studying abroad came from my aunt's sudden inspiration, and she generously spent several hundred dollars to obtain application forms from more than a dozen schools.

At that time, Lu Mingfei did not dare to go against his aunt's decision. When his aunt brought the watch, she earnestly told him that with Lu Mingfei's current grades, it would be difficult for him to get into a top-tier university, but his English was not bad, so he was not really useless.

These days, it's all the rage to skip exams and go abroad. If you're really lucky, you might even get an acceptance letter from an American university. When you graduate and come back, you'll be a "returned overseas student," and you might even be able to find a good job with that background. Anyway, it's always better than staying in China.

Lu Mingfei nodded and said, "Yes, yes, Auntie, you are so knowledgeable and resourceful. If it were an ordinary family, who would have thought that if a child's grades were not good, there would be a way to study abroad?"

Auntie was pleased and sat down to personally teach Lu Mingfei how to fill out the application. However, the schools that received the application often disappointed Auntie's good intentions, and their replies always began with:

"Thank you for your interest in our college, but unfortunately..."

Unfortunately, there's no need to watch the rest.

His aunt was so anxious that she kept spending money to get more application forms, and Lu Mingfei accepted them all. He filled them out and gave them to his aunt to mail out. A few days later, he received rejection letters that were all pretty much the same.

Actually, his aunt didn't really care about him. The reason she was so eager to apply for him to a foreign university was partly to give an explanation to Lu Mingfei's parents for the money they sent, and partly to pave the way for Lu Mingze's future.

The aunt knew that although Lu Mingze's grades were better than Lu Mingfei's, if he stubbornly took the college entrance examination, he would probably only be able to get into an ordinary first-tier university, which was still far from the top universities such as Tsinghua and Peking University.

She heard about the "skipping the exam and studying abroad" option from her neighbor. The neighbor said that going abroad is very popular now, and there are opportunities everywhere, so she might actually make a name for herself.

Moreover, even if you really can't make it abroad, you can always come back to China. When you return, you'll be a returnee, which is much more useful than being a college graduate. People will think you're an elite as soon as they hear you're a returnee.

The aunt thought to herself that this was indeed a path, but she had no examples of people studying abroad around her, and she could only hear speeches from high-ranking officials on TV. She didn't want Lu Mingze to be the first to take the risk, so she decided to let Lu Mingfei be the first to try it.

If even someone like Lu Mingfei can make a name for himself in the United States, then it's not too late for Lu Mingze to go later. He'll have someone to look after him, and his future will only be smoother.

But later, those schools really didn't give her any face, and my aunt finally realized that you can't get into a foreign university just because you're good at English. They have their own standards, and even if you can speak English like you're singing, you'll only get a thin rejection letter if you don't meet those standards.

This school seems to have slipped through the net, as they only just sent an interview invitation now.

Lu Mingfei unfolded the letter, glanced at it, and then the paper followed in the footsteps of the cell phone, being tossed onto the cabinet.

"You finished watching it so quickly?"

The doctor was taken aback. He hadn't meant to peek, but Lu Mingfei hadn't tried to hide it from him at all; the paper was covered in writing.

The person who wrote the letter must have taken this interview invitation very seriously, as they deliberately used handwriting, even though the handwriting was a bit ugly and hard to read. Yet Lu Mingfei still read it in a glance? That's practically reading ten lines at a glance!

"Just focus on the key information; everything else is nonsense. The interview is tomorrow morning at 9 a.m. at the Regent Hotel."

Lu Mingfei's summary was spot on, but it surprised the doctor even more.

"can I see?"

After obtaining Lu Mingfei's consent, the doctor picked up the letter, but the opening words struck him like a thunderbolt.

Dear Lu Mingfei:

I wrote this letter at 2 a.m. Beijing time. Originally, this was something that the college secretary should have done, but I really couldn't bear to miss out on such an outstanding student as you, so I wanted to write these words myself to show how much I value you.

First, let me introduce myself. I am Professor Guderian, the person in charge of this admissions program. If you are successfully admitted, you will be assigned to my class, and you will spend the next four years of your university life with me...

The doctor couldn't continue reading. The first two paragraphs made him start to waver. Was this Kassel College really a respectable school? What professor would write an interview invitation like a love letter!

And then there's the line, "I wrote this letter at 2 AM Beijing time"... Why didn't you just write it from the rooftop 700 meters high? That way you could at least mention in the letter that you think it's a bit cold on the rooftop right now...

The doctor had already pictured a greasy, middle-aged white man in his mind, and he suddenly felt a chill, because he had heard that some foreigners liked little boys…