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After Williams traveled off for his business summit in London, I got to invite a popular psychiatrist, Dr Melinda Brown to the castle. She's working at Mary Jane's Memorial Hospital, one thousand kilometers away. She took a flight here. As she sits opposite me, I heave a sigh of relief. To me, she's like a mother, an elder sister, a friend, a compatriot and an adviser. While I chatted with her on the phone, I said I'll pay her for physical consultation but after hearing what I'm going through, she decided to help without asking for a pay, I was so surprised. Melinda is a woman in her mid forties, she is red haired, brown eyes and a serious face mixed with a sense of humor. "Good morning, Doctor." I greet her once again as she's prepared to look into my case. "No no no! You can call me M