I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 1098, Section 1093: Shortcut
After realizing Alice's problem, Ma En did not act rashly. Now was not a good time to expose himself. Even without considering the three powerful angels, he was not confident in dealing with Alice.

Anyway, his martial arts skills are still improving, and a short delay will only benefit him.

He once again immersed himself in martial arts training without distraction, constantly sparring with Tian Yao to hone his basic martial arts experience and combat knowledge. Although Tian Yao always said he was terrible, Ma En could clearly feel that he had actually made great progress.

Training with the Heavenly Demon for a few days was more effective than anything he could achieve by figuring things out on his own for years, and it was far better than the guidance he received from the Li siblings.

After all, they are not on the same level as the Heavenly Demons.

Unfortunately, he still hasn't mastered the Divine Capture technique in the past few days of training. To put it bluntly, he has made almost no progress. This martial art is like a completely incomprehensible book to him.

Even though the Heavenly Demon felt he had broken down and explained every detail to him, Ma En still couldn't master the martial art well, and he couldn't even be sure if his movements were correct.

But this martial art is indeed very useful to him, and it is also very suitable for the Bureau of Anomalies, as it can help him capture enemies that he would not normally be able to capture, which is enough to change his life or death in the new world.

Especially since Serane's power is currently within his mind, if he could control it, it would definitely be enough to change many things...

Ma En knew very well that he probably couldn't master this martial art by relying on hard work, but he didn't intend to give up. Since the right path was blocked, he naturally thought of taking a shortcut.

Besides martial arts, he has another path to take.

In the hospital corridor.

"Dr. Qin," Ma En called out to Qin Lan, who was packing up to leave work.

Upon hearing this, Qin Lan shuddered, then turned to look at Ma En, who was sitting on the bench, staring at him warily.
"What are you doing here?"

Ma En noticed that Qin Lan's eyes were a little red, and her dark circles were much heavier than when they last met, suggesting that she hadn't been getting enough rest lately.

“Dr. Qin,” Ma En said with a sincere expression, “I feel that your previous treatments have been very effective, and recently I’ve noticed some subtle changes in myself, so I thought…”

Qin Lan frowned:

“Didn’t I say that I think you’ve become addicted to the therapy? We have to adjust the treatment plan. If I want to use hypnotherapy on you again, I will tell you.”

Marx and Engels looked puzzled.

"Yes, that's what you told me after the last treatment, but I was very confused at the time, and I've been thinking about this question a lot lately. What does it mean that I'm addicted to the treatment?"

"Your treatment has been very effective for me, and after I have felt this effect, shouldn't I hope that you can continue to treat me and cure my problem?"

"As a patient, shouldn't I hope my condition will improve?"
"And these days I've felt like I'm living in a daze since I started treatment,"

Qin Lan looked at him with a serious expression:
"Am I the doctor or are you the doctor? Don't blindly trust your own judgment."

Marx and Engels answered calmly:

"But I have been feeling a bit unwell these past few days. I don't mind not using hypnotherapy. I hope you can take some time to take a look at me and answer my questions about my condition."

"I'm just worried that my situation will get worse."

Qin Lan remained unmoved upon hearing this request, glaring at him with bloodshot eyes:
"I told you I would assess your situation. Go back and wait patiently. I will contact you when I feel it's appropriate. Please don't bother me now, I'm leaving get off work."

After saying that, she immediately turned around and started walking quickly in small steps, as if she wanted to run away.

"Are you scared?" Ma En suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, Qin Lan abruptly stopped.

She slowly turned around, staring at Marne expressionlessly, and said, "What do you mean?"

These words clearly struck a chord with her.

Ma En had a vague feeling that Qin Lan's decision to suspend treatment was definitely not due to any "addiction." In the past few days, he had repeatedly read many related books on sexual function, but he had not found anything similar.

Moreover, from beginning to end, she seemed to have some hidden thoughts about Ma En's situation, as if her own reactions contained certain information, which is why she decided to suspend the hypnosis.

The excitement he felt before recommending hypnotherapy was definitely not something a normal doctor should have.

“Your intentions are not simple,” Ma En said calmly. “But I didn’t say anything because your treatment was really effective for me, and to be honest, I felt like I had remembered something very important, and I was indeed a little eager to accept your hypnotherapy.”

"Because I want to know what really happened. You know my past. They all say I killed my ex-wife, but I don't believe it, and I feel like I'm getting close to being sure."

"But now you're scared, and I know you're not worried about addiction at all."

What are you afraid of?

Qin Lan paused for a moment, then corrected her:

"Your deceased wife, not your ex-wife, you did not divorce her."

Following her words, Marx and Engels said:

"It seems you are quite familiar with my situation, and you seem to care about it a lot. Would you mind explaining it to me?"

Qin Lan narrowed her eyes as she looked at him, but this time she did not deny it:

"I have my reasons."

Maren then said:

“If you are worried about any problems with my treatment, we can discuss it privately. I promise I will not expose you no matter what.”

Qin Lan smiled:
"Do you think there's any secret that can be kept from the servants of the Returner? If something really happens to you, they'll definitely suspect it's the devil's doing and investigate."

Marx and Engels said indifferently:

"Then I can cooperate with you to give some false testimony so that you won't be implicated even if something happens to you. It's not difficult to do this. You understand how hospitals operate, and I'm willing to cooperate with you."

"But that's not the real reason that's stopping you, is it?"

Qin Lan remained silent.

Maren then said:

"If there's anything you want, you can tell me, and I'll do my best to accommodate you."

"Or perhaps I should talk to someone about this."

Qin Lan smiled:
"I'll tell you, and then you'll know what I want?"

"Ha, I won't fall for your threats, but I can help you one more time. However, you have to tell me what you remembered afterward, especially anything related to your condition."

Marx and Engels nodded:

"no problem."