Global Film Emperor

Chapter 189 Seeing a Doctor
After transferring the video to a USB drive, Lu Ze quickly changed his clothes and left home. The current situation couldn't be explained over the phone in a short time. Hearing from Shen Jinghan that she was at the company, Lu Ze told her to wait a moment, as he would be there soon.

"Master, Rongchuang Financial Convention and Exhibition Center, please hurry."

He didn't have time to wait for Liu Bin to pick him up. Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, he rubbed his head anxiously. His home wasn't far from the company, and after less than ten minutes, the driver stopped the car in front of the building.

After paying the money and entering the company, Xiao Ke greeted him, and he reluctantly responded before striding into Shen Jinghan's office and sitting down.

"What's wrong? What do you mean by saying you want to see a psychologist?"

Lu Ze didn't say anything. He plopped down in the chair, leaned back, and took out a USB drive, handing it to Shen Jinghan. Then he covered his head with his hands, not wanting to say a word.

Shen Jinghan frowned. She had never seen Lu Ze so devastated. She picked up the USB drive from the table, plugged it into her laptop, opened the document, and found a video inside. She clicked to open it.

Shen Jinghan was very familiar with this bedroom. She had been to Lu Ze's house before and seen him sleeping soundly in bed. She couldn't understand why Lu Ze would install cameras in his house to monitor himself.

She fast-forwarded a bit, and around midnight, Lu Ze sat up in bed, put on his slippers, and left the bedroom. Strangely, he seemed unable to straighten his back, hunched over, and looked very old.

Switching to another camera angle, Lu Ze, like an old man, turned on the room lights, went to the living room, turned on the TV and watched for a while. Then he was attracted by some high-tech products in the house, got up and touched and looked at them as if he had never seen these things before.

The speed increased to thirty-two times, and time passed quickly. Lu Ze simply made himself a cup of tea, watched TV all night, and went to bed on time at six o'clock in the morning. He put his slippers back in their original position, covered himself with the quilt, and closed his eyes again.

This series of actions seemed very strange. Shen Jinghan had never encountered anything like this before. She felt a cold wind blowing around her, and the hairs on her body stood on end. She realized the seriousness of the problem.

"I'll contact a doctor for you right away."

She took out her phone from her bag, dialed a number, got up and sat down next to Lu Ze, placing her hand on the back of his hand, hoping to offer him some comfort. However, judging from her flustered movements, she was also very nervous.

"Hello, is this Dr. Lin? Yes, it's me. I have something very urgent to attend to right now. I was wondering if you have any time? It's 12 o'clock? Is that during your lunch break? No problem, I don't mind. That's perfect. It will take me about 40 minutes to get there. Okay, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, she turned to look at Lu Ze, her warm hand grasping his large hand and squeezing it slightly. She felt extremely guilty. In her opinion, she had been too trusting of Lu Ze before, because Lu Ze usually showed shrewdness and maturity beyond his years. He only needed an agent who could arrange his work, not a housekeeper who would take care of him in every aspect.

Therefore, Shen Jinghan had almost no concern for Lu Ze's life and had never paid attention to his mental state. Now that such a serious situation has occurred, she needs to bear a great responsibility.

After all, being an entertainer is a high-pressure industry. Most people who have been in the entertainment industry for a few years have some mental illness or psychological trauma. However, since Lu Ze did not show any problems, she did not mention taking him to see a psychologist to relieve his stress.

"Let's go, Aze. I've made an appointment with the doctor. Let's go there now."

Lu Ze nodded, and Shen Jinghan pulled him up from the chair. Now that there was a problem, he had to see a doctor. He couldn't avoid seeking medical help because of concerns about his status.

If you're sick, you need to get treatment!
Although he loves acting, life is more important than hobbies. He has parents and a younger sister at home. Why would he insist on acting when he's sick? Sorry, he's not crazy.

Dedication to art means being willing to devote one's entire life and energy to the path of art, not being willing to die tomorrow for the sake of art.

He's not a saint, he's not that great.

Under the curious gazes of the company employees, Shen Jinghan pulled Lu Ze away from the company, got into the car, stepped on the gas, and sped out of the underground parking garage, heading towards the psychologist's private studio.

There was a slight traffic jam on the way, and we arrived at a commercial building in another part of Shanghai at 12:15, ten minutes later than expected.

First, they made sure to keep it a secret. They put on masks and hats and took the elevator to the eighth floor. The difference between this building and Rongchuang Building is that this building is rented to small companies and individual studios, not the whole building.

Pushing open the door of one of the studios, the receptionist greeted them, verified their appointment information, led them to a meeting table, poured them tea, and asked Shen Jinghan and Lu Ze to wait a moment before turning and leaving to enter a room. Lu Ze observed the environment; the room was predominantly white, with green potted plants in the corners, and was spotless. Most notably, everything was symmetrical, appearing perfectly aligned to the naked eye—undoubtedly a boon for those with obsessive-compulsive disorder or germaphobia.

A moment later, a man came out of the room where the receptionist had gone. He wasn't wearing a white coat, but a light gray suit. His hair was neatly combed back, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he wasn't ugly either. He was around forty years old, but he was very well-maintained and hadn't lost his shape. He had a refined and cultured demeanor, like someone who had read a lot of books.

"Ms. Shen, it's been a long time. This must be Mr. Lu. Hello, my name is Lin Yuezhu. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Shen Jinghan is a regular customer of Lin Yuezhu. His private psychological counseling studio has been open for twelve years. Ten years ago, Shen Jinghan often brought his artists here for treatment. Shen Jinghan himself has also had psychological counseling with Lin Yuezhu.

As the owner and sole doctor of this psychological counseling studio, his clients are high-income individuals, including corporate executives, celebrities, wealthy businessmen, and socialites. In fact, it could be said that he holds the secrets that a large portion of Shanghai's high-end population are unwilling to share with others.

Lin Yuezhu wasn't surprised to see Lu Ze at all. Aside from the wealthy wives who suspected their husbands of cheating, became paranoid, couldn't sleep because of their worries, and were willing to spend money to talk to him, his most frequent clients were people in the entertainment industry, including some who were even more famous than Lu Ze.

After all, people in the entertainment industry are the most vulnerable to psychological trauma. To be honest, these people may look glamorous on the surface, but they are actually pitiful people who have no control over their own lives. For example, there was that popular female celebrity surnamed Jiang who came last week.

Lu Ze shook hands with him, nodded, and didn't say anything. Lin Yuezhu didn't mind and led the two to her clinic. She sat behind her desk, while Lu Ze and Shen Jinghan sat in front of it.

The room is exceptionally well-lit, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the east and south sides. Behind the desk is a large bookshelf filled with professional books related to the nervous system and the brain.

“This morning Lu Ze contacted me and asked me to wait for him at the company. Then he handed me a USB drive, this is it. Dr. Lin, you can take a look.”

Shen Jinghan took the USB drive out of his bag and placed it on the table. Lin Yuezhu picked it up, plugged it into the computer, and started watching the video. At first, he was very relaxed, but as the pace gradually quickened, he sat up straight, crossed his hands on his lap, frowned, and kept glancing at the screen and then at Lu Ze himself until the video was finished.

"Mr. Lu, when did you realize that you might have a certain health problem, and then you started to monitor yourself by placing cameras in your home?"

"On April 29th of this year—no, it should be from the year before last—I had no evidence to prove that I had any health problems. That day, I received the keys to my new house. The next morning, I saw a decoration plan for the new house on my desk and a 3D drawing on my computer."

Lu Ze spoke up. The slicked-back hair he had grown when filming "The Boss" was unkempt today, lying on his head in a mess. He kept his head down, so Lin Yuezhu and Shen Jinghan couldn't see his eyes.

"So you only started taking action after that? Would you mind sharing some details about your lifestyle? For example, what do you do every day?"

"Filming."

"No, I'm asking what you do in your spare time?"

“Studying scripts, preparing for filming, and imitating people from various industries and age groups.”

"Every day like this?"

"It's the same every day."

After hearing this, Lin Yuezhu rubbed her eyebrows in exasperation. It's hard not to see this kind of person as a monster; you might even feel that it would be strange if he didn't get sick.

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Actually, this disease isn't as terrifying as everyone thinks, and it's just a side quest, a side quest that supports the main storyline, so it's definitely impossible for it to collapse. Let's give it a chance, and after I explain the reasons, everyone can judge whether this setting is good or bad.

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