After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

Chapter 273 You are devouring those people's emotions

Ms. Li couldn't help but frown. After this short treatment, it wasn't that she didn't believe in Dr. Fu's ability.

Instead, she didn't believe in herself and returned to the depressing and rigid atmosphere. She wondered if she could hold on for a month when facing those people who thought they were showing goodwill but were unknowingly putting pressure on her.

As if sensing Ms. Li's anxiety, Fu Wen smiled and said, "Don't worry, please follow me."

As he spoke, he led the way, taking Ms. Li who was following behind him, to another area. It was a transparent glass display cabinet, which contained a variety of relatively small and exquisite musical instruments.

Then he said to Ms. Li, who looked puzzled, “Is there any musical instrument here that you like?”

Although Ms. Li was a little confused, she looked around at the various musical instruments that came from different civilizations and have survived to the present day.

Finally, his eyes fell on a pottery xun about the size of an egg, with ancient patterns painted on it and six holes.

After taking in all of Ms. Li's actions, Fu Wen directly opened the glass cabinet door and said with a gentle smile: "Take it out if you like it."

Upon hearing this, Ms. Li followed Fu Wen's instructions and took out the egg-sized clay xun from the artistic, clear and bright glass display cabinet and held it in her palm.

Fu Wen continued in a gentle voice, "If you feel down during this month, you can blow it."

Out of trust in the abilities demonstrated by the sound therapist earlier, Ms. Li nodded without much hesitation, indicating that she had listened to what the other person said.

The hands holding the clay flute moved uncomfortably, and the knuckles holding the flute were a little tight: "...I don't know how to play this instrument."

"You just need to blow it." Fu Wen stood at a perfect distance and pointed to the hole at the top of the clay xun and said, "You just need to blow into the mouthpiece at the top to make a sound... If you feel that you are getting excited, just blow the clay xun."

Then Fu Wen smiled and encouraged: "You can try it now... Think of something that makes you unhappy or troubled. Then blow this clay flute and see how your mood changes."

Ms. Li did as she was told, and the negative emotions that had subsided in her heart slowly surged up in her heart again.

Clearly, all she felt was love and care from her family and friends, but such feelings were like a heavy quilt soaked in ice water.

It pressed firmly against her, freezing cold, making it hard for her to breathe, yet she had no way of escaping.

She was almost out of control, thinking about solving her own problem and then ending it all. Neither she, nor her relatives and friends could escape from this vicious circle.

The young woman holding the clay xun in her hand stood motionless for a long time with her eyes closed, and then finally put the clay xun to her lips.

Then, as if he had used up all his strength, he blew the clay xun with all his might, but the sound produced by the instrument was not sharp.

Instead, it sounds desolate and sad, like a long and broken sob.

But the person who played the clay flute did feel that the bad emotions in her heart were gradually withdrawing from her heart as the monotonous sound sounded.

Her mind was clear, as if the dust and dirt that had settled on it were lightly brushed away by the music.

This immediate effect made Ms. Li smile again: "...Doctor Fu, I will be here on time next month."

Fu Wen nodded immediately: "Okay, then do you have any requirements for the music you want to hear next time?"

"Can I choose it myself?" Ms. Li was a little surprised, but she smiled and said, "Then I want to listen to music related to the xiao."

Then she seemed to remember something and glanced down at the clay flute in her hand: "So how much is this instrument?"

Fu Wen still smiled gently: "This is a small gift given to adjust your mood during the treatment process. There will be no additional charge."

After seeing his patient off, Fu Wen returned to his desk and looked at his specially made schedule.

The information of Ms. Li was copied onto this schedule, and her requirements for music were also noted on it.

Fu Wen looked at the schedule that showed he could only receive one customer a day, and he couldn't help feeling a little regretful. If only he had a better appetite, he could handle the emotions of a few more people.

But so far, he has never received more than three guests in a day, because he would not be able to accommodate more than that.

He really couldn't digest it, and his customers' bad mood couldn't be alleviated.

Fu Wen tidied up the desk a little and was about to turn off all the power and leave this sound therapy and his personal consultation room, but just when he reached the reception desk in the lobby.

However, he discovered that there were figures with clothes and appearance that were somewhat different from ordinary people standing in his reception room.

There were two figures, a man and a woman, with outstanding looks. Even the celebrities in the entertainment industry were far inferior to them.

Fu Wen saw the other party's exquisite but strange clothes, the long hair with gradient color at the ends that seemed to be Danxia, ​​and the two pairs of golden eyes.

I just thought that the other person might be doing cosplay or was a fan of some subculture.

But no matter what the identities and backgrounds of these two visitors were, Fu Wen, for the sake of caution, never contacted strange customers he did not know.

Then he said as if to order the guest to leave: "Sorry, my psychological counseling room only accepts regular customers with emergency situations or guests who have made appointments a month in advance."

Fu Wen knew that his attitude was not very good, but he thought that he had the ability to absorb energy, and no one could hurt him under normal circumstances.

But when Fu Wen saw the tall and clear man with golden eyes looking at him, he inexplicably felt like retreating.

The man with a pair of eyes that were like molten gold at sunset, even though he put on a gentle expression, he still couldn't hide the sharpness between his eyebrows.

In a low and gentle voice, as if every word carried a heavy sense of oppression, he said: "...You are devouring those people's emotions."

Almost at the moment when the words had not yet fallen, Fu Wen's expression suddenly changed.