Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 984 Wu Xian Treats Illness
Wu Xian nodded, agreeing with Zhang Wei's words.

Although there are restrictions, it is actually the families themselves who keep most of them in line.

Wu Xian, who was nodding, suddenly stopped: "Wait, wasn't our topic just now why Shi Ji accompanied you to the mental health clinic?"

When the topic returned to normal, Zhang Wei's face visibly turned red, and then he glared fiercely at Shi Ji, his eyes filled with an indescribable complexity.

Wu Xian vaguely guessed the reason, but still asked Shi Ji for details.

Shi Ji chuckled sheepishly twice.

"Actually, it's not entirely my fault."

"We met in the last blessed land. The BOSS there was unexpectedly powerful. In order to defeat it, I tried my best to unleash a powerful move. Before I made the move, I made sure to check everyone's position to avoid accidentally hitting anyone."

"But Zhang Wei, you know his capabilities... so, I naturally forgot he was even there."

Wu Xian swallowed hard and asked in a trembling voice, "May I ask what that ultimate move is called?"

"A 'Shit-and-Waterfall Funeral'!"

Zhang Wei screamed out the name.

Shi Ji turned away awkwardly, and Hei Gu covered her nose with her paw.

Wu Xian looked at Zhang Wei with pity and sympathy, as well as some admiration. If he had been in Zhang Wei's shoes, he would probably be fighting Shi Ji to the death right now.

Then Wu Xian looked at Shi Ji in horror: "Thank you for sparing my life when we cooperated before."

Perhaps the person here who most needs mental health treatment is Shi Ji!

……

Wu Xian pushed open the door and walked into the consultation room.

Inside sat a female doctor, her white coat open, revealing a tightly woven white shirt underneath. She wore a black tight-fitting mini-skirt, stockings, and high heels, holding a medical record folder in her hand. She wore black-rimmed glasses and had a refined, beautiful, and very gentle appearance…

She was Wu Xian's attending physician, Mei Miaoyin.

"Sit down, tell me how you've been lately."

She tapped on the table and spoke in a strange dialect.

Judging by looks alone, this woman was one of the most beautiful people Wu Xian had ever seen, but every time she opened her mouth, it shattered that image.

Wu Xian recounted his situation in detail.

Mei Miaoyin listened and took notes. After Wu Xian finished narrating, she performed some simple diagnostic examinations, adjusted her glasses, and leisurely began to speak:
"Your condition is medically known as 'post-traumatic stress disorder.' Simply put, it's when a person encounters something particularly frightening, and their mind and body both start to malfunction."

"There are usually four types of symptoms: re-experiencing the trauma, avoidance of the trauma, negative changes in cognition and emotion, and increased vigilance..."

"You mainly have the first type, with symptoms including but not limited to intrusive memories, nightmares, memory flashbacks, and physiological reactions after encountering similar events."

"In ordinary clinics, patients mostly contract this disease due to war, violence, or the death of a loved one. But here, it's basically because they've encountered some kind of supernatural force that they get sick..."

"Oh, right, there's another one who's afraid of manure today, but that's an exception."

At this point, Mei Miaoyin's lips twitched, her tone filled with helplessness regarding her work.

"Under normal circumstances, I would have to give you swallowing allergy treatment, then do some hypnosis and cognitive intervention, and finally prescribe some sertraline or paroxetine or something."

"But your situation is different; this treatment won't work!"

“The difference between a malevolent spirit and an ordinary evil spirit is like heaven and earth. Even a phantom in a dream caused by fright has a strength far exceeding that of an ordinary evil spirit. So the thing in your dream is definitely not something that can be solved by hypnosis or taking drugs.” Wu Xian’s hand trembled slightly after hearing this.

Could he have been diagnosed with a terminal illness at such a young age?
Human psychology is so strange. When Wu Xian was told to fight evil spirits, he didn't panic. But when told that he was sick and couldn't be cured, he panicked.

Mei Miaoyin said in a serious tone, "There is only one way to cure your illness, and that is to kill the evil spirit in your dream!"

Wu Xian pointed at himself: "Me, fight the fierce god?"

Mei Miaoyin braced herself on the table with both hands, leaned forward, and looked closely into Wu Xian's eyes:
"The conventional approach is to slowly grind it out, which is safe and reliable but somewhat grueling. However, I happen to have a good solution here. If you're willing, you can do some preparations in the next few days, and then officially start hospitalization five days later. I won't charge you any consultation fees."

"Is it a hit or not?"

The fact that he wasn't charged a consultation fee made Wu Xian suspicious, but after thinking about it, he still replied with a single word.

"middle!"

Mei Miaoyin sat back down, prescribed some medicine for Wu Xian, and gave him a CD, instructing him to prepare according to the instructions on the CD when he got home. Then she sent Wu Xian away.

After leaving the house, Wu Xian ran into an acquaintance in the corridor.

This is a sweet and pretty girl who is 1.7 meters tall. She once cooperated with Wu Xian in the Blessed Land of Flesh Mountain and Blood River. Her name is Fan Qingyue, and she is a true masochist.

After chatting for a while, Wu Xian learned that she felt she was becoming more and more abnormal lately. Sometimes, when she was in the blessed land, she would even deliberately not dodge the attacks of evil spirits in order to get hurt. If she continued like this, she would kill herself sooner or later, so she came here for treatment.

After chatting for a while, Wu Xian said goodbye to Fan Qingyue and Hei Gu and went home together.

He even made a special trip to the market on the way.

I bought half a pig, a quarter of a cow, 200 jin of cabbage, and several sea fish... As the weather gets colder, Hei Gu wants to pickle some sauerkraut, make some dried meat for sausages, salted fish, and the like. The villa has a big yard, which is perfect for doing these things...

In addition, I bought snacks such as grilled cold noodles, egg burgers, and rice noodle rolls.

Although they can buy these things in higher quality through Han Xiaoying's family service center.

But buying these things is a part of life itself.

This is the kind of life that makes all the relatives who have gone through life-and-death trials in this blessed land completely content.

……

No, Wu Xian wasn't happy at all!
"It's all the controller's fault!"

After being brutally defeated by the boss in the game, Wu Xian angrily threw the controller into the trash can, picked it up a few seconds later, wiped it clean, and then reluctantly prepared to go to sleep.

Before going to bed, Wu Xian inserted the CD into the computer, which played a video filmed by Mei Miaoyin, in which she would instruct Wu Xian on how to sleep.

Mei Miaoyin's accent in the video was quite normal, and her voice was gentle, demonstrating the professionalism of a psychologist. Under her guidance, Wu Xian quickly got into the zone.

Wu Xian began by gradually relaxing his muscles from his toes, then used the 4-7-8 breathing method: inhale for four seconds, hold his breath for seven seconds, and then exhale for eight seconds, imagining himself lying on a soft cloud with a door on it...

Soon, Wu Xian entered a dream.

He stood up from the cloud, walked towards the door, and tried to open it; this was what he needed to do for the next five days.

But this matter is not simple, because the evil spirit in his dream will interfere with him.

For example, right now, the clouds have started to shake violently.

Because this cloud is actually the beard of a fierce god lying on the ground, and Wu Xian's attempt to open the door is like forcibly prying open the fierce god's eyelids...

(End of this chapter)