Dong dong dong!
"Come in."
Lin Qiye pushed open the door and walked into the consulting room.
Sitting on the other side of the table was a middle-aged male doctor. He was wearing a white coat and had a sparse "Mediterranean" hairstyle on his head, which was a symbol of wisdom at first glance.
Lin Qiye sat down on the chair, and the doctor said leisurely:
"Tell me, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm not sick."
"If you're not sick, what are you doing here?"
"I'm not sick, but I have a friend who has a very serious mental illness."
Upon hearing this, the doctor looked at Lin Qiye with a strange expression and smiled while stroking the few hairs on his head:
"The friend you mentioned isn't yourself, is it?"
Lin Qiye replied seriously, "No, it's really a friend."
"All right, then tell me what's wrong with you... I mean, what's wrong with your friend? What are the specific symptoms?"
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment. "This might be a bit difficult to describe..."
The doctor smiled. "Then just pretend to be that friend and show me the actual situation."
Lin Qiye gave the doctor a strange look. After struggling for a moment, he nodded helplessly.
So, Lin Qiye slowly stood up from his seat.
Under the doctor's gaze, he walked straight up to him.
He stretched out his hand,
Buried the middle-aged doctor's head in his arms,
Gently stroked the few remaining strands of hair on the doctor's head with his other hand,
His eyes were filled with kindness,
And he said softly:
"My dear son, Dad has finally found you!"
Doctor: "..."
In the next ten minutes, Lin Qiye used all the argumentative essay techniques he had learned in his life, talking non-stop to explain to the doctor that it really wasn't him who was sick, thus avoiding the fate of being directly forced to be hospitalized.
"So, your friend sees everything as if it were her own child?"
"Yes!"
"And she cried for a long time?"
"She kept crying."
"She likes to sit in the yard and tell stories to the vase and the stool?"
"That's right."
"How's her sleep?"
"She doesn't sleep."
"…"
The doctor frowned. "Your friend is really seriously ill! I strongly suggest that you bring her to our hospital for inpatient treatment."
"Her situation is rather special. She doesn't have the conditions for inpatient treatment." Lin Qiye said helplessly.
Naturally, he couldn't tell the truth. If he really told the doctor that Nyx, the goddess of the night, was the patient and that she was living in the psychiatric hospital in his mind, he would soon receive a hospitalization notice himself.
The doctor thought about it with a troubled expression, and his hands started typing on the keyboard. "If she can't be hospitalized, then we can only rely on drug treatment first. I'll prescribe a few sets of medications for you. Take them back and give them to her. If her condition doesn't improve, you must send her to the hospital."
Lin Qiye's expression was a bit hesitant.
Could the medicine in the real world be brought into his mind?
Lin Qiye didn't know, but he thought that even if he could bring it in, the medicine for ordinary people might not be effective for a god.
"Doctor, is there any other way to treat her besides taking medicine?"
The doctor thought for a moment and then said slowly, "Your friend's symptoms belong to severe delusional disorder. I've seen many such patients. There was a man who loved his wife very much. Later, his wife died in a car accident, and he often talked to the air, imagining that his wife was still by his side."
"Most of these kinds of illnesses are caused by great mental trauma. The subconscious mind refuses to accept the reality, thus creating a false consciousness of 'She's still here' for oneself."
"If we can start from the perspective of the cause of the illness and provide certain psychological treatment, there is still a possibility of improvement. But without the assistance of medicine, it's very, very difficult."
"Drug treatment and psychological treatment are complementary to each other. Do you understand what I mean?"
Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.
So, he needed to start from the cause of the illness... But he didn't know anything about Nyx's past, so he didn't know where to start!
It seemed that he needed to do more preparatory work.
Lin Qiye took the medicine prescription issued by the doctor but didn't choose to pay and pick up the medicine. Since the medicine in the real world couldn't have an effect on the god in his mind, there was no need for him to spend this money.
Moreover... these medicines were too expensive!
Lin Qiye, who came out of the psychiatric hospital, got on the bus for the return journey.
This trip to the psychiatric hospital was still worthwhile. At least it gave Lin Qiye a breakthrough.
He needed to enlighten Nyx from a psychological perspective, and to do this, he had to know her well enough.
So, Lin Qiye got off the bus at a certain stop and walked into the Cangnan City Library.
...
At the school gate of No. 2 Middle School.
"Hey, look. Who is that uncle?"
"I don't know. He's probably a parent of someone."
"I saw him when I entered the school gate a little after seven in the morning."
"I saw him too. He was wearing sunglasses, a shirt, and holding a cup of coffee, leaning against the wall. I thought he was quite handsome at that time."
"So why does he look like a beggar now? His eyes are all red."
"Do you think he hasn't left since this morning?"
"It can't be. It's almost ten o'clock now."
"Who knows? Oh, by the way, have you heard that two students were killed when they were going home from school last night!"
"Really?"
"Of course it's true. I heard that..."
"…"
On the curb opposite the school gate, a desolate man was sitting there alone. There were cigarette butts all over the ground, and his back under the streetlight was indescribably sad.
Zhao Kongcheng flicked the cigarette in his hand. He couldn't figure out what went wrong.
He had been waiting there from six in the morning until ten at night. He was almost baked silly by the sun, but he still didn't see that kid.
He clearly saw that the kid was wearing the school uniform of No. 2 Middle School last night!
Could it be that this kid guessed that he was going to wait for him and just didn't come?
Damn it... His buttocks were already sore from sitting.
Zhao Kongcheng supported himself on the ground with both hands and slowly stood up from the curb. He pretended to casually pat the dust off his pants and started stretching his hands and feet.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw that on the other side of the road, a teenager in casual clothes was slowly walking while carrying a few books...
That guy's figure was a bit similar to that kid's...
A bit...
Hmm?
Zhao Kongcheng was taken aback and blinked hard.
Damn it!
Whoosh——!
Without saying a word, Zhao Kongcheng rushed towards the teenager like a gust of wind. His eyes were red, and he looked ferocious.
However, when he was about twenty meters away from the teenager, the teenager seemed to sense something. His body shook, and he also started running!
The two of them started running wildly one after the other on the street!
Lin Qiye really wanted to slap himself twice at this moment. Why did he have to choose this road when there were so many other roads?
Now, he had just stood the guy up yesterday, and now the guy was chasing him again!
Although Lin Qiye's speed wasn't slow, it was still much slower than Zhao Kongcheng's. In just a few seconds, Zhao Kongcheng caught up with him.
Zhao Kongcheng grabbed Lin Qiye's shoulder viciously and sneered twice.
"Kid, we meet again!"
Lin Qiye turned his head stiffly and tilted his head:
"Who are you?"