Thorn (刺)

All excellent reviews.

Think about profit...

you should turn to what profits us...

anything that brings business.

I told you, right?

It's good to spend a little for our reputation on the net.

On the long term all that will pay.

But how much will it pay?

It depends how many people New World sends us.

How much do you think we can expect?

If it works well, with a 100 visitors we earn 3 -¥5,000,000, easy.

That's what I call making money.

Right.

Does New World know about our product sale?

Look, if it's a win-win, and everybody profits.

I'm afraid some people could make trouble.

I'm worried about Ting.

I'm worried too.

So, in case she gets too tricky, I have...

an insurance policy.

What insurance?

You really want to know?

You'll know soon enough.

Tea.

Thank you.

Why don't you ask me?

Why?

Only a small kid would ask a question...

over and over, all day.

But you're a therapist.

Please don't see me as such.

I have another hat too, you know?

I'm a university professor.

Which of these two do you like most?

Which of the two looks more amenable?

Both look inaccessible.

Alright then.

But you see, a therapist is still a human.

Humans have worldly desires.

We both experience the world through our five senses.

Although we're very different in our heads.

But just like me...

you have to deal with many people every day.

This activity gives us a lot in common.

I can't be that strange to you.

At this juncture of my life...

this condition that i suffer...

I wouldn't use the word 'condition', please.

Yes, but you are special.

'Special'...

is usually a compliment.

To a woman who is not beautiful enough.

That's not what I meant.

I'm just teasing you.

So what did you want to say?

Maybe it will come naturally.

You don't have to tell me...

if you don't feel like it.

Well, I don't think you're the kind of woman...

who needs your boyfriend to uncork a bottle of wine.

Tell you what...

do me a little favor.

Oh, that's great.

You're as efficient as Xiaoxiao.

So kind of you to help me carry these.

Xiaoxiao will have _to treat me to lunch for that.

Sounds good to me.

Ting...

I want to talk to you.

Ting, you are so smart...

you guessed that Beilei Zhang is mad because of Xiaoxiao.

You also guessed that Beilei has a lot of fans.

Leave Xiaoxiao, you'll just draw more heat on yourself.

Listen Tao...

people don't refrain to sleep because they fear a nightmare.

I won't argue with you, you're always right.

I'm only warning you...

Warning me?

You know something that I don't?

I don't know.

Then you have nothing to warn me about.

You never listen to my advice.

How about a little concession now and then...?

So that, maybe people around you...

can have a little break sometimes.

The first time...

I felt the comfort _a thorny plant can bring me...

I was sixteen.

I immediately understood...

that I felt safe around them.

They're the only way...

I can feel safe.

But all dangers...

are far away from you now.

You've become strong.

You can face hardship on your own now...

and leave the cacti behind.

As you can see even here...

the cactus may be covered in thorns.

But it also grows buds.

How long will it take them to bloom?

I don't know for sure.

But one thing is sure...

I have a lot of patience.

Let me know when they bloom.

So that I can come see them.

Okay, it's a deal.

It's a deal.

You're done reading? -Yeah.

What for?

Oh right, an officer is not allowed to cry.

It's from yawning, I'm just sleepy.

Don't you have...

an excessive male pride syndrome?

Do you ever give rest _to the therapist's eagle eye?

Men who take pride in their maleness...

like to let their beard grow...

also they go to a fitness club.

They mostly enjoys _to hang out with male friends.

When they talk they hit their chest or clap hands.

They like to pat people on the back, don't they?

Now that's a 'condition' too?

Of course not...

it's just a syndrome.

We've all heard it...

"Boys don't cry."

This taboo is unhealthy for their emotional growth.

When a boy believes that he must act like a man...

he paves his way to hell.

His soul is bound to perdition.

He shuts down his sensitive side...

and as a result...

he can't build an intimate relationship.

He can't learn from friends and family...

or even accept the help of a friend.

He can't accept support.

Last night I happened to work overtime...

at the station with the team.

It's not that I'm growing a beard.

Well, let's talk about PTSD.

Is it a dangerous condition?

Is there a risk of relapse?

PTSD, as the name spells...

It is post-traumatic stress disorder.

Ms. Ting after several months of treatments,

has her PTSD under control.

But if she had to face danger again.

There is a risk of relapse.

Today is the tenth anniversary of her father's death.

Is there a risk that...

I know for sure...

it wouldn't trigger the worst.

That is to say...

she wouldn't try to kill herself.

How can you be so sure?

Well...

how can I say?...

we have a sort of 'pact', she and I.

Can I have a look at that cactus.

Be right back.

Are you allergic to pollen.

I'm not.

A fishbone got stuck in my throat this morning.

I'll take it out for you.

Take it out... how?

Don't forget...

I'm also the mom of a four-year-old.

You see, about stuck fishbones...

I could write a book... Come with me.

Well, that is...

So? Feel better now?

Maybe it's broken, you got only a piece.

I can still feel it.

It's still there, it's not cleared.

I can feel it down there.

Then there is another possibility...

the fishbone has left an irritation down there.

That still aches.

Alright.

Let me ask...

I saw you have a scar there.

What happened?

It's from a fight when I was a kid.

Well, if it still hurts.

I suggest you go visit an ENT clinic...

have a doctor take a look.

That won't be necessary.

Why make such fuss?

Don't underestimate a thorn.

Some people die from that.

Officer Chen...

our school teacher Mrs. Sun just texted me.

Ting had an appointment with her...

today in the afternoon.

Ting didn't show up.

I don't know how serious the situation is.

Officer Chen.

Ah, excuse me.

You just said Mrs. Sun?

Who is she?