Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 477 The Consultant

“Yesterday,” Sun Hang replied casually.

"Yesterday?!" Ganna couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his hearing...

“This girl is the first superhuman trained by that research institution with the ability to absorb negative emotions,” Sun Hang said. “I brought her here to see if she can solve the bizarre events caused by negative emotions without warning.”

"Cultivated...you mean, superhumans like this...can be mass-produced?!" Ganna's eyes widened. As a member of the Disaster Countermeasures Committee, he knew very well how terrifying the positive effects would be if Xue Yue's ability could be mass-produced...

Conservative estimates suggest that with this special group of superhumans present, the human camp's chances of winning in the second monster war that will break out in the future will increase by at least five... no, ten percentage points!

This is something powerful enough to shake the balance of victory!
Ganna's gaze towards Xue Yue suddenly became fiery, so fiery that Sun Hang began to suspect that this guy might be a hidden pervert.

"Okay, okay... I understand," the psychologist said. "Shall I go pack my things now?"

"No need to rush, finish today's work first," Sun Hang said. "How many hours until you can get off work?"

“The psychological counseling room is open 24 hours a day. We have three teams of doctors, a total of six people working in shifts,” another psychologist who had not experienced any strange occurrences replied. “There is still more than an hour before we get off work.”

"Okay, you guys continue, I'll just watch from the side."

“Actually, when you came in, we had just finished talking to a client… According to regulations, there is a five-minute break between each client for us to rest, adjust, and check the records… We’ve already gone a bit over time.” The psychiatrist, who was showing signs of mild bizarre behavior, had already rolled down his sleeves. He picked up a folder and handed it to his colleague.

“Let the next patient in,” Ganna said.

A psychologist pressed a button on the table, and the indicator light on the other side of the consultation room changed from red to green. A dejected soldier pushed open the door and walked in.

The moment Xue Yue saw the soldier, she wanted to say something, but Sun Hang frowned and pressed down on her shoulder, signaling her to be quiet.

In Sun Hang and Xue Yue's eyes, the black mist surrounding him was even more than that of the two psychologists combined.

The moment he stepped into the consultation room, the black mist spread outwards, filling the entire room—from Sun Hang's perspective, the lights in the consultation room dimmed several degrees.

The soldier sauntered to the center of the consultation room and sat down in the armchair that was specially prepared for those seeking consultation.

The moment I sat down, the device on the other side of the examination room used to monitor the strange memes started beeping.

The two psychologists instinctively reached for the alarm button, but then realized that Sun Hang, who was standing next to them, hadn't moved at all, and their hands, which were about to press the alarm button, suddenly froze in mid-air.

They turned around and looked at Sun Hang with questioning eyes, while Sun Hang gently shook his head at them.

“The intercom isn’t on yet, he can’t hear us,” the psychiatrist, who was showing mild symptoms of paranormal behavior, asked. “What do we do?”

“He’s different from you. He’s beyond saving.” Sun Hang shook his head. “The physical transformation is a minor issue. The key problem is that his consciousness has been severely eroded, and that’s irreversible.” Even if Sun Hang were to extract the monster meme from the soldier’s body, just like he did with Wang Xiyi before, it would be very difficult for the soldier to return to being a normal person.

In mild cases, it can lead to dementia or a vegetative state; in severe cases, it can result in immediate brain death.

His brain structure has been permanently "modified" by the monster meme, and now his brain is supported by the mutated tissues produced by the monster meme. Once the meme is removed, these mutated tissues will also die.

It's like a program that runs on bugs. With bugs, although it will keep reporting errors, at least the program can continue to run. But once all the bugs are deleted, the program will most likely crash.

"Then shouldn't we..." Ganna made a throat-slitting gesture.

“The harmless disposal will definitely have to be done eventually,” Sun Hang said. “But before that, you should talk to him first. I want to see why he became like this. With me here, you don’t need to worry about him turning into a monster, nor do you need to worry about being affected by his negative emotions.”

“Okay…” The psychologist nodded and then pressed the switch on the intercom.

"Hello," the psychologist asked in the gentlest tone possible.

"You... hello..." The soldier's voice was somewhat hoarse, and there seemed to be a hint of sobbing in it.

“You seem a little down,” the psychologist asked.

Psychologists are different from general practitioners. They don't directly ask patients about their symptoms. Instead, they chat with patients like ordinary friends, using certain techniques to guide them to express what's hidden in their hearts, thereby discovering the root of the problem.

But it is precisely for this reason that these two psychologists accumulated so much negative emotion.

They are like dumping grounds for negative emotions—although they try their best to reject these emotions when receiving counselors' stories, they have to force themselves to empathize with the counselors in order to guide their emotions. Coupled with long hours of high-intensity work, over time, even if they consciously try to provide psychological support, it is difficult to avoid being "contaminated" themselves.

This is probably what the saying "a doctor cannot heal himself" means.

“I saw her… I saw her there…” the soldier sitting in the armchair murmured, his body trembling slightly.

"Who did you see? Where did you see them?" the psychologist in charge of reception continued to ask in a gentle tone, while his colleague quickly searched the soldier's file on the computer.

“He went on a reconnaissance mission three days ago… His squad went about 200 meters into the Baikal Remains before returning to camp. They were one of those rare squads that returned safely to all members,” the psychologist who was checking the data said in a low voice. “And after they returned, apart from him, the other members of the squad did not show any unusual behavior.”

“I saw her… in that city…” the soldier continued to mutter to himself.

Sun Hang noticed that the muscles wrapped under his training uniform seemed to have begun to mutate.

(End of this chapter)