Capítulo 1733: Chapter 1174 Professor (37)_1

"Mr. Wayne, I hope you understand that generally, psychological therapy is a very private matter. Neither the patient nor the doctor would want a third party present. If there is an unrelated person listening in, no one will truly reveal their secrets... You are obstructing my work."

Bruce saw Shiller turn around to stare at him. He realized that this Shiller was better at explaining than the professor he knew. If it had been the old professor, all he would have gotten by now was a "scram".

What was creepy was that even in the face of this explanation, his brain was providing a sense of security, but his intuition was telling him that this wasn't something good.

Being ignored always causes anger, but being attentively watched and patiently explained by a professor like this seems even more terrifying.

Because he views you as his equal, and his way of maintaining friendship with you is by merging into one another more thoroughly.

"It's fine." At this moment, Professor Pig spoke up. He proactively walked over to the sofa area in front of the glass partition wall and sat down on the single seater sofa on the left.

Bruce felt his heart skip a beat because that was actually Shiller's seat. All visiting guests could only sit on the large sofa on the right.

Before turning around, Shiller took one more look at Bruce, but didn't say anything else and also walked towards the sofa area.

Bruce finally breathed a sigh of relief. As he took his hand off the door, a small head peeked in. Harley gritted her teeth and said to Bruce, "Big guy, are you crazy? How long do you plan to monopolize Professor Shearer?"

Bruce looked left and right, reached out his hand and pulled Harley in. He then covered her mouth, squatted down to look at her, and said, "Keep quiet. This is not the Professor Shearer you know."

Harley slowly widened her eyes. She peeked from behind Bruce to take a look at Shiller's back, her eyes widened, she lowered her voice and said, "Another replacement? It can't possibly be worse than the last one, right?"

"Sometimes, you have to trust your intuition." Bruce stood up, walked quietly to Shiller's desk, and took out a recorder, a notepad, and two pens from the left drawer.

Carrying the recorder, Bruce walked over to the sofa area and placed the recorder on the coffee table. At this point, Shiller had not yet sat down. He looked sideways at Bruce's actions and said, "You seem pretty professional."

"Not as professional as you." After Bruce put down the recorder, he immediately walked back around to the back of the sofa. He caught Harley who was about to sit down on the sofa, he handed her the notepad and one of the pens. He looked at her, lowered his voice and said, "Write down everything you can remember, don't make a sound."

After finishing his sentence, he took a step back into the shadow of the wall, like Batman often did. His presence was reduced to the minimum. If he didn't make a sound, it was as if he had completely blended into the darkness, disappearing from the room.

Harley turned her head left and right, and as she raised her head, Shiller's gaze just fell on her face.

In an instant, all the hair on Harley's head stood on end. She shivered from head to toe, quickly took a step back, pressed her back tightly against the wall, and started writing quietly.

Shiller retracted his gaze, took a step forward to the side of the single-person sofa, turned his head and looked at Professor Pig Valentine, saying, "If you wouldn't mind, could I ask you to sit across from me?"

Valentine raised his head, looked at Shiller through the eyes behind the pig head mask and asked, "Why?"

Shiller walked to the side of the coffee table, picked up the recorder, and while adjusting it, said, "Typically, the layout of a psychiatrist's office doesn't vary much. There would definitely be a wooden desk for writing, a warm and comfortable rug, a warm fireplace, a bed, and two chairs or sofas facing each other."

"This kind of setting is essentially to help patients relax. Thus, the majority of offices would choose wooden flooring and ceiling."

"The ceiling wouldn't have overly bright and intricate chandeliers, but rather, they use natural flames giving the room a dim appearance. This blurs the line between reality and dreams, which makes it easier for people to spill their secrets."

"So, why didn't you choose the two single chairs?" Valentine asked, quite persistent.

"Every doctor has their own understanding regarding the therapy environment," Shiller replied, holding the recorder and pressing the buttons on it one by one, continuing, "I believe patients should be given a more spacious environment."

"Firstly, many patients with mental disorders may become obese due to medication. Single chairs or sofas may make them feel cramped and constrained."

"When their bodies touch the armrests, or when they can't lean their backs completely against the backrests, they would overly focus on their body image and thus feel shame and restraint."

"I hope that my patients can stretch out their limbs and not feel as if they are trapped in the cage of reality."

Shiller slightly shook his head and said, "When a single seat chair or sofa is manufactured, no matter where it is placed, it is telling everyone with its form that only one person can sit on it."

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