On the Xingqiong Railway, Fu Xuan chased her husband for thousands of miles!

Rong Cang finally sighed and said nothing.

He is a peerless genius on the planet Sin 41. He has been smarter than his peers since he was a child. He has always been the pride of his parents and an outstanding talent regarded by everyone.

But after arriving at the Black Tower Space Station, he made a sad discovery.

The intelligence and talent that he was proud of was not worth mentioning at all in the eyes of other researchers in the space station.

And I am just a waste who doesn’t even know how to write the simplest paper.

Such a huge gap made Rong Cangzhong's mentality always unbalanced.

The longer you stay in the space station.

Rong Cang's inner despair became greater and greater.

Every researcher who can enter the Black Tower Space Station can be regarded as a rare talent.

But in the eyes of Heita, the owner of the space station.

These so-called outstanding people are nothing but insignificant ants, and they will never be able to catch up with the Black Tower in their entire lives.

The gap between people is sometimes even greater than that between people and pigs.

"Take it easy, young man."

Fu Qian patted Rong Cangzhong's shoulder comfortingly.

Rong Cangzhong's current situation made Fu Qian think of a kind of person——

A small town test-taker.

They worked hard and struggled to make a name for themselves among countless peers and were admitted to universities in big cities from backward small towns.

But after coming to the big city, I was surprised to find out.

My peers in the city have many hobbies besides studying, such as singing, dancing, playing musical instruments... It seems like there is nothing they can't do.

But I only know how to study, and my academic performance is not much better than others.

This kind of gap can sometimes shatter a person's inner world.

This is what happened to Rong Cang in the end.

"So...what should I do?"

Just as Fu Qian's thoughts gradually drifted away, Rong Cang finally mustered up the courage, raised his head, and looked at Fu Qian:

“You…didn’t you say that if I brought you guys to see Uncle Wuwu, you could help me get out of this predicament?”

Fu Qian nodded confidently:

"Yes."

Rong Cang finally widened his eyes, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw:

"Then can you help me?"

Fu Qian said seriously:

"Based on my observation, your current condition is actually a disease."

Rong Cang finally felt puzzled:

"Sick? I'm in good health. I've passed every physical examination at the space station."

Fu Qian shook his head and said:

"Just because you are healthy doesn't mean you are healthy mentally, and I happen to be an expert in this area."

Listening to the conversation between the two.

San Yue Qi whispered to Xing and Dan Heng:

"When did Fu Qian become a psychiatrist? Does he have a medical license?"

Xing touched his chin:

"A charlatan... can he barely be considered a psychologist, right?"

March 7 was dumbfounded:

"Ah this..."

But Rong Cangzhong had obviously regarded Fu Qian as his last savior, and asked:

"Then doctor, how can I treat my illness?"

Fu Qian pondered for a moment and said seriously:

"Talk therapy."

Rong Cang was finally confused:

"Chemotherapy? Can psychological problems be treated with chemical drugs?"

"No, no, it's talk therapy, not chemotherapy."

Fu Qian stretched out a finger and gently waved it in front of Rong Cangzhong:

"No injections, no medicine, just sitting here and chatting with you, using conversation as a treatment method, it's called talk therapy."

"Oh……"

Rong Cang finally showed a look of sudden realization.

March frowned:

“Is there really such a treatment?”

Dan Heng thought for a moment:

"As far as I know... no."

Xing thought for a while and said:

"To put it bluntly, isn't that just deception? It is indeed the job of a charlatan."

While the train crew was talking in low voices, Fu Qian's talk therapy had already begun.

"Oh, listen carefully, listen carefully."

Fu Qian looked at Rong Cangzhong with a serious expression.

Seeing him like this.

Rong Cang couldn't help but sit up straight.

"Your condition is very serious, too serious."

Fu Qian frowned and shook his head as he said this.

When Rong Cang finally heard this, he suddenly became nervous:

"Then...can I still be saved, doctor?"

Fu Qian did not answer directly, but said to Rong Cangzhong:

"Let me ask you a question first, and you answer it truthfully."

Rong Cang was finally frightened and was stunned:

"Well, okay, you, you ask, I will definitely answer truthfully."

Fu Qian stared into Rong Cangzhong's eyes and said:

"After arriving at the Black Tower Space Station, do you feel that any part of your body is different from before? Think about it. Think about it carefully."

Rong Cang finally thought carefully:

"I don't feel anything different... If I have to say, maybe it's just that my hair is falling out more and more?"

"Hey, that's right."

Fu Qian said with certainty:

"But this is not the main symptom. Do you know why you are losing so much hair?"

Rong Cang finally shook his head:

"why?"

"Because of the excessive pressure, the peripheral nerves below were necrotized, and the hair above was suffocated and fell out."

Fu Qian said confidently.

Chapter 24: No problem, just take a deep breath!

Rong Cang was finally shocked by Fu Qian's words and said:

"So where are my peripheral nerves necrotic? I didn't find it out before."

Fu Qian looked Rong Cangzhong up and down, and pointed at his body with his finger:

"Neck down, belly up."

Rong Cang finally thought about it:

"Chest?"

But he immediately shook his head and said:

"That's impossible? I checked my chest before and there was nothing wrong with it."

"Exhale!"

Fu Qian suddenly said loudly:

"Exhale! Exhale! If you are not sick, exhale twice, huh!"

Rong Cang was finally frightened by Fu Qian's expression and quickly did as he was told:

"Hu-hu-"

Just as Rong Cang finally exhaled, Fu Qian suddenly yelled again:

"stop!"

Rong Cang was stunned for a moment. Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard Fu Qian ask:

"Is there anything wrong with your clothes?"

Rong Cang was finally puzzled:

"What's wrong?"

Fu Qian pointed at Rong Cangzhong's clothes:

"It doesn't fit. It's too tight on me."

Rong Cang finally shook his head vigorously:

"This is the uniform issued by the space station. It has been measured and will definitely fit you."

Fu Qian seemed to have confirmed something, pointed at Rong Cangzhong's chest and said loudly:

"That's right! It's you who's sick."

Rong Cang finally shook his head:

"Impossible. Didn't I tell you? My previous physical examination showed that everything was normal. If there is really a problem, the doctor on the space station will tell me."

Fu Qian clapped his hands fiercely:

"That's right. If you are diagnosed with the disease, the space station will have to spend money to treat you. Not everyone is as kind as me."

Fu Qian spoke with certainty.

Seeing Fu Qian's determined look, Rong Cang finally became unconfident.

All the rumors and negative information he had heard in the space station over the years appeared in his mind involuntarily.

Is it...

Is it that someone has embezzled the medical funds of the space station staff, so that no problems have been found with me?

But Rong Cangzhong still had some doubts in his heart.