Love in a mental hospital

Chapter 267 Typhoon (2) Soul Hell

Chen Ke took off her skirt, thought for a moment, put her hands behind her back, and unhooked her bra.

He changed into dry surgical clothes, hung up the wet clothes, and walked out of the changing room.

"Huh?" She was stunned for a moment, "Qingyan, are you taking a nap today too?"

He Qingyan, who had changed her clothes in advance, laid down the back of her chair parallel to the desk and lay down on it to sleep.

When she heard Chen Ke's words, she opened her eyes, her eyes bright, and it was obvious that she was not sleepy at all.

"What if I dream about Gu Ran? Su Qing doesn't care what happens in the dream." She said with a smile.

Chen Ke looked at Su Qing, who was covered with another dry white coat and seemed to have fallen asleep.

"Keke, you should go to sleep too." He Qingyan said and closed her eyes.

Chen Ke was originally a nap lover, but after hearing what she said, he felt a little embarrassed.

Although she felt embarrassed, she went to sleep anyway.

Gu Ran had just arrived at Yan Hanxiang's office.

Although it is called an office, it was actually a large conference room. After a simple renovation, it is now filled with shelves reaching the ceiling.

These shelves are both bookshelves and shelves. It is hard to tell whether there are books interspersed among the bottles and jars, or whether there are bottles and jars placed among the books.

Walking in it felt like walking into the storage room of the Potions class - Gu Ran had been reading too much Harry Potter recently.

Yan Hanxiang's desk only occupies one corner.

The desk was a mess, and she mainly used another long table, which was a workbench.

The workbench was not the high-tech table seen in TV dramas, but just a heavy wooden table that Gu Ran found difficult to lift with both hands.

On the table, there are hundreds or even thousands of tightly screwed small bottles, a row of wind turbine-shaped scent stick stands, two or three file folders containing hundreds of recipes, a pen holder, several sundry boxes and a photo frame.

Yan Hanxiang was standing in such an environment, and if one was distracted for a moment, one would think she was a beautiful flower grown in a laboratory.

Only when you look closely can you see her beauty as a human being.

She looks more like a scientist than a doctor in a white coat.

"Auntie Xiang." Gu Ran spoke softly as if he didn't want to disturb the other person.

Yan Hanxiang was reading a file. When she heard the voice, she raised her head and asked, "Are you here?"

"Yeah." Gu Ran then walked over.

Yan Hanxiang looked him up and down, then smiled and pulled out a towel from a pile of miscellaneous items on the desk—not the workbench—and handed it to him.

"Living in Haicheng, it's easy to go up the mountain to enjoy a forest bath or lazily bask in the sun on the beach, but there is no paradise on earth. As a balance, there are super typhoons like this every year that cause serious damage and even loss of life," she said.

"As for risks, they exist at any time and in any place as long as you are alive." Gu Ran wiped the water stains from his face.

The towel was big and soft, with a light fragrance, and you couldn't imagine it was pulled out of a pile of junk.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Yan Hanxiang glanced at her desk and said with a smile: "As long as the clothes are not put away in time, they will grow like seeds that are sown."

"I've read a book on storage, and it says that the trick to keeping things clean and tidy is to not put anything on your desk, and secondly, to put away things that need to be put away immediately."

"I always hire a nanny, so I haven't read any books on the subject." Yan Hanxiang didn't show off at all, but simply stated the facts.

"What about Aunt Xiang when she was in college?" Gu Ran thought of [Dream of Peking University], "Did she also hire a nanny, or just throw clothes around?"

"They are all wrong," Yan Hanxiang said with a hint of pride, "I will sort it out myself."

It's definitely a lie, you can tell that even without using [Mind Reading].

Gu Ran wiped his hair again, then folded the towel and walked to the desk and placed the towel on it.

Yan Hanxiang watched him quietly from behind.

When Gu Ran turned around, she said, "Let's start."

"Yes!" Gu Ran responded positively, "Aunt Xiang, is it true that you can make me dream about a black dragon?"

"I called you here to test the authenticity." Yan Hanxiang picked up the three bottles in the center of the workbench.

The bottles are orange, blue and black.

There is liquid inside, but it feels more like a bunch of condensed pure light, a perfect work of art.

Just by selling this, perhaps he could make a small amount of money - a small amount of money for Yan Hanxiang, but naturally an unimaginable fortune for Gu Ran.

"Sit on the chair and look outside." Yan Hanxiang said.

Gu Ran sat in a chair and looked out the window.

"Don't worry about anything, think about anything, but keep your eyes on the window." Yan Hanxiang's voice came from behind.

"Using the typhoon to hypnotize people?" Gu Ran asked subconsciously.

The environment is very important, from the geographical location affecting the customs and character of a nation to a bamboo cultivating personal sentiments, all of which are a form of hypnosis.

"Don't talk either." Yan Hanxiang smiled gently.

Gu Ran looked out the window without saying a word.

The howling wind blew up heavy rain, which hit the window glass in front of me hard, making it crackle.

It sounded like thugs knocking on the door, or like someone being thugs calling for help.

Gu Ran smelled a smell that was not pleasant but not unpleasant either. He came back to his senses and focused his attention out the window again.

The glass in front of me was washed clean by the rain, allowing me to clearly overlook the sea, and then it was blurred by the rain again.

You can see the sea when you look up. Although I basically ignore everything when I’m working, as long as this is there, I feel contented.

Gu Ran was suddenly startled.

Outside the window glass in front of me, the attack of wind and rain seemed to have a certain rhythm, as if a pair of invisible but conscious giant hands were pulling the pouring rain and throwing it hard on the window in front of me.

Dark clouds covered the ground, and raindrops the size of a baby's fist hit the glass like cannonballs.

Gu Ran had the illusion that the office he was in was like an inconspicuous toy that could be pulled up, taken away, and crushed into powder by invisible hands at any time.

He was so overwhelmed by the momentum that he dared not breathe.

Gu Ran seemed to have returned to the shabby little house of his childhood. There was pitch-black darkness all around him, and something was gnawing at him.

Then, he thought of his original support, which was a sentence on the calendar: Heaven moves with vigor, and a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement.

That was what the person who delivered the calendar said when he delivered the calendar. He said that such a calendar, in addition to telling dates, also teaches people how to be human beings.

It doesn’t matter whether children are taught how to behave or not. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a calendar or whether one can read the date. If it’s free and cheap, parents will definitely not miss it.

So this calendar became the only thing in the house that had nothing to do with survival.

Whether he was shut up in his house alone or later walking on a night walk to study, he clung to these words as if hanging on a cliff and grasping a twig.

Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is self-improvement.

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"This is a barren grass plain?" Tong Ling was puzzled.

She looked around. Teacher Zhuang Jing was there, as was the new professor Yan Hanxiang, Jiang Qi from the same group was there, and Su Qing, He Qingyan, and Chen Ke from Group 2 were also there.

Group One is missing Zhang Ying, and Group Two is missing Gu Ran.

"Teacher." She walked to Zhuang Jing.

"This is one of my experiments," Zhuang Jing explained.

Tong Ling and Jiang Qi looked at each other, confused but not daring to ask.

They had a vague idea that Zhuang Jing had been doing some experiments, but they had never expected that it would allow them to directly enter [Psychological Shadow·Barren Grass Plain].

[Psychological Shadow Clearance Surgery], so far, must be performed in the same room as the patient, and the few people in front of me, although they are all in the office building, can be in different rooms.

Su Qing and the others also looked at each other and roughly understood what was going on.

"Don't panic." Zhuang Jing smiled, "This is a rare opportunity. I'll show you around. Chen Ke, follow me closely."

"Yeah!" Chen Ke was a little excited.

"With Teacher Zhuang Jing and Professor Yan here, why should we be nervous? This is a practical class taught by a master!" Jiang Qi said.

"I'm not a master." Yan Hanxiang said with a smile.

"People without titles are the most powerful!" Jiang Qi affirmed.

"Okay, let's go." Zhuang Jing interrupted them.

Normally, there is plenty of time for surgery, and secondly, in order to prevent the psychologist from being affected, a lively atmosphere is needed, but this is a special situation.

He Qingyan and Su Qing were walking together. The former kept harassing the latter in a meaningful way, but the latter ignored her.

'Is this Gu Ran's psychological shadow? ' Su Qing thought.

But if he had a mental illness, it should have been discovered long ago.

If not, where does this lead to?

The night like a black veil enveloped the plain, and the bright white moon hung in the sky as if dead, casting bone-like moonlight.

"How strange." Tong Ling whispered while concentrating on alert.

"No nightmare." Jiang Qi pointed out the strange thing.

Although it is not used yet, Chen Ke has also learned about this aspect. It is not a good thing to have no nightmares. Although nightmares block the way, please be careful about the word "block the way". While blocking, it also proves that they are indeed on the right path.

But now there is no nightmare, which also means that they have taken the wrong path.

Generally speaking, before performing the [Psychological Shadow Clearing Surgery], the doctor will fully understand the patient, which can not only ensure that the patient is on the right path in the [Wild Plains], but also find the weakness of the shadow after entering the [Source·Gap of the Heart].

Yan Hanxiang smiled and glanced at Zhuang Jing.

——It seems that you don’t know Gu Ran very well.

——Would you like to try it?

——How can I find the way if even you don’t understand?
——Aren’t you one of his girlfriends?
Yan Hanxiang wasn’t sure if this was what Zhuang Jing meant by her last expression and look, but she felt a little shy anyway.

If Zhuang Jing really meant this, would she have said this out of anger and shame?

"Su Qing, you lead the way." Zhuang Jing turned around and said to Su Qing in the team.

"Ah."

Su Qing led the way for a while, but still no nightmare appeared.

The exhaustive method is useless. This is a psychological shadow. The correct path is only in your heart.

"Let me try!" He Qingyan said with a smile.

As she walked in front, Su Qing felt a little nervous.

If He Qingyan found a way and proved that she understood Gu Ran better than she did, how could she face Gu Ran with this elegant and beautiful face?

Even though she covered her face, she still looked charming.

He Qingyan couldn't find the way either.

"Keke, you try it." He Qingyan recommended Chen Ke.

"I'll go first!" Jiang Qi, who was unaware of the inside story, interrupted.

Jiang Qi, Chen Ke, and Tong Ling all tried, but couldn't find the way.

"Mom, you are the only one left." He Qingyan said.

Su Qing couldn't help but have an idea and said, "Auntie Xiang's sense of smell may have a way."

Yan Hanxiang had tried it secretly a long time ago, and she didn't smell Gu Ran's scent, nor any special smell.

What should we do now—Tong Ling and Jiang Qi looked at Zhuang Jing with such eyes.

Zhuang Jing uses [Parapsychology·Sun Shooting].

The power of parapsychology in dreams is far greater than in reality. If you [Shoot the Sun] in reality, the thoughts that burst out are like a blooming flower, then at this moment, the garden is full of spring.

Zhuang Jing rubbed her eyebrows lightly and closed her eyes as if she was temporarily unable to see due to anemia.

After a while, she opened her eyes and said, "That's all for today, let's go out."

Tong Ling and Jiang Qi withdrew without hesitation.

Unlike the previous [Black Dragon Dream], the two of them faded and left the dream smoothly.

The rest of the people knew that Gu Ran was special and did not take any action for the time being.

"Is there any solution?" Yan Hanxiang asked.

"Try knocking on the door."

"Knock?"

Zhuang Jing raised her hand and knocked twice as if knocking on a door.

Dongdong, the sound of finger bones hitting wood.

Everyone breathed hard.

"Who?" A childish voice came from the veil of night.

"Gu Ran?" Zhuang Jing asked.

A mud house appeared before my eyes.

The house is very small, with only one floor and three rooms. The roof is covered with tiles and the door is a double wooden door. Although it is a double wooden door, it is narrow and low.

The door was chained and locked from the outside.

Su Qing stared at the door in a daze. He Qingyan, who had always found this adventure interesting, lost her smile, and Chen Ke's heart ached.

The knight appeared silently and swung his greatsword.

boom!
The iron chain broke, and the python fell off as if it had lost its strength, and its body coiled in the weeds.

Zhuang Jing reached out to push the door.

"Wait!" Yan Hanxiang stopped her.

Zhuang Jing turned her gaze.

"Look." Yan Hanxiang raised her head.

Everyone followed her gaze and felt a chill in their hearts, their bodies trembling slightly.

The mud house was breathing out black air, as if the entire night veil between heaven and earth was filled with its breath.

"I'm afraid the thing in the room is not a monster, but a monster." Yan Hanxiang said.

Su Qing and He Qingyan looked at each other, and they both thought of the "black beast" that Nurse AB had mentioned during training this morning.

But hasn’t the [Black Beast] already merged with Gu Ran?
Nurse AB said it herself, there is no [Black Beast] now, only 'Human God'.

Could there be a human god in there?

"No matter what, we still have to go in and take a look." Zhuang Jing said, applying light force with her hands.

'squeak--'

The wooden door slowly opened.

The moonlight seemed to be afraid as well, and only dared to stay not far from the door, not daring to go deeper.

The room was pitch black, and in the depths of the darkness, a child could be vaguely seen sitting on a small stool.

Everyone held their breath.

The child was holding a big bowl in his hand. Compared with the child, the bowl was as big as a basin and shaped like a dog basin in the countryside.

The child was concentrating on eating when a little black dragon crouched on his shoulder, snatching the food from him.

One man and one beast, eating from the same bowl.

Zhuang Jing lifted her foot and stepped over the threshold.

The child and the little black dragon raised their heads at the same time, staring in this direction as if protecting their food.

The desolate and helpless crying sounded from afar.

Just as Zhuang Jing was about to go in, she turned around and saw a child with a schoolbag vaguely visible in the black gauze in the distance.

He seemed lost and couldn't find his way home.

"who are you?"

The old ox was pulling a cart with piles of firewood on it. Next to the old ox, a child, who was also carrying firewood, was looking at them warily.

As he spoke, his waist was weighed down by the firewood and he couldn't straighten it up.

".What's going on?" Yan Hanxiang was confused.

"This is not a psychological shadow." Zhuang Jing said, "This is Gu Ran's 'spiritual world'."

"Spiritual world?" Chen Ke was puzzled, "But this place is more like..."

'Hell of the soul.'

Everyone looked up and saw a black bird standing on the tiled roof.

Its sound is a light voice that is unisex, like a volcanic eruption, a melting glacier, or the mud on the seabed. Regardless of destruction or rebirth, it is the ruthless change of nature.

'Gu Ran and I fell into the hell of the soul, witnessed all the tragic scenes, experienced all the evil spirits, and endured all the tortures. In the end, he and I escaped and locked the door of hell with a big lock.'

"But," Blackbird continued, "the key is still in Gu Ran's hands."

"Is this the reason why even I didn't realize that he had a mental disorder?" Zhuang Jing asked calmly.

"Is it an obstacle?" Blackbird seemed to be asking himself, "Although hell is painful, it provides endless power. The reason why he has a superhuman body and extraordinary spiritual power now is related to this."

"Hello," Su Qing stepped forward, "Excuse me, do you know how to save him?"

"Only you?" Blackbird stared at her. "Are you going to save the one in the house who is possessed by the black beast? The one who is trapped in the graveyard while going to school? Or the one who is overwhelmed by work? Or, are you going to save the one who is in despair and nothingness?"

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《Personal Diary》: Wednesday, September 23, Jinghai
On the way to Aunt Xiang's office, I hope to find a way to enter the [Black Dragon Dream] stably.

Sometimes I wonder, are taking medicine, [psychological shadow removal surgery], and [black dragon dream] really the best ways to treat mental illness?

What else can I do for my patients?

(End of this chapter)