Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 224:

“I refuse to use hypnosis,” Paul declared firmly

“Okay,” Marissa responded, her smile unwavering. The doctor had laid out the treatment plan, leaving the decision entirely in the patient’s hands. Marissa respected this choice wholeheartedly. She also understood where Paul was coming from. This was their first meeting. They were essentially strangers. Trusting her completely and sharing his innermost thoughts was asking a lot of him. In another scenario, if she were just any doctor, he might have used harsh means to coerce her into compliance and detain her to keep his secrets safe. But Marissa was not just any doctor. She was Connor’s wife. While Paul was influential, Connor was a formidable opponent who would protect Marissa at all costs. Paul knew better than to provoke a battle he might not win

After a brief pause, Marissa spoke up. “Mr. Alvarado, since you’re not comfortable with the initial plan, I’ll draft an alternative for you. It might not be as comprehensive, but it still offers a solid chance of recovery, provided you’re willing to engage fully.”

“Go ahead,” Paul said, a trace of curiosity in his tone

“I propose using acupuncture and medicine to bolster your health and prevent further decline of your organs,” Marissa explained. “However, this will also require you to manage your emotions, striving to maintain happiness and avoid prolonged sadness.”

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effectiveness of the treatment will diminish,” Marissa responded. “Our initial plan is optimal because it addresses both your physical and mental health. You just need to delve into your spiritual world. The alternative, however, focuses solely on physical therapy. You’ll have to tackle the psychological issues on your own. If

nodded quietly, indicating his understanding.

remained quiet, giving him time to ponder. She had a hunch about his dilemma. Opting for the first plan risked exposing a secret he desperately wanted to keep hidden, which could harm him. Choosing the second plan meant facing his emotions alone, a daunting task given his long-standing struggles. If managing his feelings were that

pause, Paul sighed and

replied with a reassuring smile. She then turned and called out, “Captain Williamson, could you bring me my purse, please?” Before she entered this hall, Elvis had

handed over her purse, Marissa instructed, “Mr. Alvarado, please lie down

in and assisted Paul in lying down. Marissa deftly inserted the silver needles into Paul’s body one after another, explaining, “This is our first session. Depending on how you respond, I’ll determine when the next one

paper and promptly wrote out a prescription. She passed the prescription to Elvis and instructed, “Please procure these medications for Mr. Alvarado as listed here and ensure

Elvis had returned to her. Elvis’s eyes gleamed with recognition. “Is this