The hypnotherapist was a middle-aged male with gold-rimmed glasses and a scholarly air.

He pushed his glasses up as he replied to Cheng Xi, “His sense of self-preservation is too strong, so he’s completely unwilling to listen to my commands.”

Cheng Xi was speechless at the result. “Are there any other methods, then?”

“If the hypnotherapy were performed by someone he trusts, then the probability of success would increase significantly.”

But where was Cheng Xi going to find someone like that? And how long would it take, given how much time and effort it had taken Cheng Xi to reach her current level of trust with him?

“Then you can do it yourself, can’t you?” the hypnotherapist asked when he saw her despairing expression, “Aren’t you also a psychiatrist?”

“......I don’t know hypnotherapy at all.”

“If you don’t know how to do it, then learn....