Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

Ding dong.

The elevator stopped at the fourth floor.

Footsteps sounded in the corridor, slowly as if they were pacing, as if with a kind of hesitation.

Knock knock.

The visitor stopped, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

A gentle voice soon came from inside: "Please come in."

The visitor straightened his back subconsciously, took a deep breath, and pushed open the simple wooden door.

Zhiyo.

As the wooden door slowly opened, the visitor subconsciously looked up.

It has a blue and white design style, retro copper-plated tables and chairs, bookshelves filled with case files, an ink painting hanging on the wall, and a light woody fragrance in the room.

Just like the man sitting at the table with his head down reading a book, the people and things in the whole room have a gentle and comfortable feeling, which makes the accumulated tension in the hearts of visitors disappear invisibly.

"Here we come, Q."

The man raised his head, adjusted his glasses, and looked at the visitor with a soft smile: "How are you feeling lately?"

The visitor named Q sat on the sofa in front of the desk, exhaled a long breath as before and said softly: "I feel better, sir."

After saying that, Q put his hand into his pocket, subconsciously wanting to take out something.

But looking at the neat clinic and the man in a white coat sitting on a leather chair, I still timidly gave up.

"Q, don't be so formal, aren't we friends?"

The man noticed Q's predicament and just smiled gently, stood up, and took out another pack of soft-pack cigarettes.

“People often say the world is hard, and the world does have a sad undertone.”

The man's fingers touched the smooth tabletop, walked around the table and walked behind Q, put one hand on the chair where Q was sitting, and immediately handed the thin cigarette to Q's face.

"So, why not carpe diem, Q?"

Q hesitated for a moment, then took the cigarette from him and said politely: "Thank you, sir."

The man also took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, patted his pockets, and fumbled around again.

"Borrow me a fire, Q." The man said with a smile.

Q was stunned for a moment, and after he came to his senses, he hurriedly took out his lighter.

Phew~

Take a deep breath of smoke through your lungs, hold your breath, and finally exhale the white mist.

Standing behind Q, the man lowered his eyes slightly, and white mist slowly rose.

Under the illumination of the carved chandelier, the white mist gradually turned light blue.

"Cough! Cough!" Q coughed for a long time, but breathed out a sigh of relief.

"What to drink?" The man walked to the water dispenser, "Tea? Or coffee?"

"Coffee bar." Q said subconsciously.

"Just warm water." The man took out the paper cup, lowered his head and smiled, "I hope you can have a good sleep after you go back."

"...Oh." Q was stunned for a moment, then responded obediently.

"Be careful, it's a bit hot." The man handed over the hot water, then sat back in his chair and asked with a smile, "Have you finished the books I asked you to read?"

Q held the warm water cup with both hands, feeling the heat flowing into his body. He shook his head and said apologetically: "Sorry, sir, I haven't read it all yet."

After that, he put down his bag and took out a few books.

""Microexpression Science", "Psychogenic Mental Disorders", and this study on..." Q stumbled while taking out a book.

“The study on agoraphobia, a study on agoraphobia.”

The man picked up the ballpoint pen on the table, pressed the button at the end of the pen with some inexplicable frequency, and asked with a smile: "How do you feel? Do you understand?"

Q nodded, then shook his head: "I've finished reading "Microexpression Science", which I find very interesting, and I've almost finished reading "Psychopathic Mental Disorders," but this one... "Research on Agoraphobia" is also Didn’t have time to see it.”

"It doesn't matter, this is normal. For you, these books are indeed a bit deep."

The man's tone was gentle and gentle, the ballpoint pen flicked between his fingers, and he smiled slightly: "Agoraphobia, simply put, is a person's fear of any situation that can make him helpless and fearful."

Agoraphobia originally refers to the fear of open places, also known as "phobia of going out."

However, in the book recommended by my husband, the scope of application of the disease has been expanded to generally refer to the patient's fear of any situation that can make him or her helpless and fearful.

"Hmm." Hearing this, Q thought for a moment and said, "For example, fear of heights? Does this count for me?"

"Absolutely." The man smiled and did not correct him.

"Sir, you are really amazing and know so much." Q took a deep breath, lowered his head and said, "If I could be as knowledgeable as you, I would be able to see myself clearly."

"A doctor can't heal himself, and he can't heal himself by helping others. It's good if he has a basic understanding of his own illness." The man pressed the button of the ballpoint pen and said softly, "By the way, what about the method I taught you last time? Like, is it effective?”

"……fine."

"Really? But your face doesn't look good." The man pointed at his face and smiled helplessly: "Is it still because of that thing? The thing that made you scared?"

"...Well, yes." Listening to the erratic clicking sound in his ears, Q nodded hesitantly.

"So, can you tell me, what are you afraid of?"

Q was startled for a moment, looked down at the glowing smoke in his hand, and fell into silence.

After a moment, he said in a low tone: "Sir, I was wondering if you could increase my dose?"

The man slowly exhaled white mist, shook his head and said, "Q, you are already taking five different psychotropic drugs."

"But it's no longer useful!" Q's tone suddenly became urgent, but he paused again, "Sorry, what I mean is... they only worked for a few days, and they have started to stop working during this time."

"..."

Silence, long silence

The only sounds left in the room were breathing and heartbeat, and the faint sound of burning cigarettes.

"Q, look into my eyes."

The man's gentle tone was a little tougher, which made Q subconsciously raise his head.

I saw those blue eyes as endless and deep as the night sky.

"I want to help you." The man stared into Q's eyes, his expression became serious, his voice was low but still gentle, "So, I hope you can trust me and look into my eyes like this."

Hearing this, Q Huibei's eyes became a little brighter.

Do you really want to help me?

My husband seems to be different from that guy who only talks empty words and cheats money after passing psychological counseling.

"I actually..." Q took a deep breath, whispered his fear, and then lowered his head again.

"Is this so?" The man turned the ballpoint pen in his hand and said thoughtfully, "I once knew a person who didn't dare to go out alone."

"Later it got to the point where she couldn't do it alone at home. She needed someone to accompany her."

"...Why?" Q was stunned for a moment, with a look of confusion on his face, "Is this also a type of agoraphobia?"

"Yes, this is also a manifestation of agoraphobia."

The man nodded slightly and said with a smile: "This person has been pampered since she was a child, and someone has arranged everything for her. She has developed an arrogant and strong character like a princess. When she grows up, she is also dependent on her parents and friends in every possible way, because she has a subconscious feeling A childlike need to cling.”

"But on a conscious level, she was still unwilling to admit this childish need, so she relied on the panic expression of 'agoraphobia' to impose the obligation on others to accompany her."

Q nodded as if understanding, and subconsciously asked: "Was she cured later?"

"Of course." The man nodded without hesitation and said with a firm tone, "With drug treatment combined with behavioral treatment, she recovered quickly."

"Oh." Q's eyes flickered and he murmured in a low voice, "It seems like it's not hopeless."

"Of course." The man smiled dumbly, as if he felt that the other party's worry was a bit fussy, and then he pressed his hand slightly, "Lie on the sofa, let you relax."

Q lay down as usual, leaning on the pillow facing east, staring at the carved chandelier on the ceiling.

After a while, gentle pure music started playing, and I felt a pair of hands gently pressing on my temples.

Q's expression became tired, his eyelids closed slightly, and his slightly tense body gradually relaxed.

"Just consider yourself resting and do as I say."

The man's calm voice came and said: "First, adjust your body to the most comfortable position, then relax your body and take a deep breath slowly."

"Is that so?" Q's breathing gradually became steady.

"Yes, very good, exhale slowly, um, do it again, inhale deeply, exhale, what kind of environment do you like?"

"...the seaside." Q's lips opened and closed slightly, and his answer became slower.

"Okay, now imagine that you are lying on the beach, the sea breeze is cool and comfortable, and the waves are beating against the rocks rhythmically, swish, swish, one after another."

"Can you feel your soul? Use your soul to feel every part of your body."

Q felt that the sounds in his ears were getting gentler, and the waves were coming closer and farther away.

The gently rubbed head gradually relaxed.

Chest, back, abdomen, arms, legs...

The whole body becomes more and more relaxed, as relaxed as if floating on the clouds.

"How do you feel now?"

Only the man's calm voice could be heard in the room, and Q's breathing was too gentle to disturb the air.

"It's...comfortable, I feel...relaxed, as if there's...white light." Q's voice was low and dazed, like murmuring in a dream.

"Very good." The man's hands slowly pulled away, with a faint golden glow in his eyes. "Don't chase the light. Moving forward in the darkness will only make you farther and farther away. What you have to do is call."

"Calling out those things you have forgotten, and listening to the voices you have ignored."

"Can you hear it?"

"Can you smell it?"

"can you see it?"

As the gentle sound reached his ears, Q's eyeballs gradually began to move rapidly under his eyelids.

"I... I'm in my room... I have to finish my homework before I can go out to play... Dad and Mom... are quarreling..." Q's dazed voice became childish and lively.

"And after that?"

"I... was watching the children playing games outside..." Q's voice became envious and longing, "There is a boy who is cheating... and refuses to admit his losses every time..."

"Well, what then?"

"They left... Mom was throwing things again... I put on the headphones..." Q's tone gradually changed from sadness to fear, "They are so noisy... they are getting noisier... what's wrong... it's so hot ah!"

"Say it." The man squinted his eyes, "What did you see?"

"Fire! Smoke...don't! Dad...mom...don't..."

His breathing suddenly became rapid, and his body began to spasm violently.

"Okay, it was just a dream, a nightmare." The golden light in the man's eyes gradually dissipated, his tone became gentle again, and he whispered softly: "Can you still see the white light?"

"...Yes." Q's spasmodic body trembled slightly.

"When I count from three to zero, you'll wake up from that dream, okay?"

"……good."

"Very good." The man put his hand on Q's temple, rubbed it gently and counted, "3, 2, 1, 0."

At this moment, the refreshing wind and the sound of the waves dissipated. Q couldn't help but take a deep breath. The seawater lingering on the tip of his nose gradually dissipated, replaced by the scent of sandalwood.

"How do you feel?" The man retracted his hand very naturally and asked in a gentle tone, "After sleeping deeply for an hour, do you feel more relaxed?"

"Hmm~" Q rubbed his eyes and looked at the chandelier blankly, "Sir, did you light some special incense? I don't know why, but I feel more relaxed every time I come to your place."

"Exclusive secret recipe, please don't tell others." The man smiled softly and put down the ballpoint pen in his hand, "Q, have you ever considered getting a cat?"

"Cat?" Q's head hasn't turned around yet.

"Yes, I just thought about it." The man nodded and said slowly, "Animals are good companions. They may not be able to talk to you like people, but they can help you when you are alone in a quiet space. Forget about being alone for a moment.”

Q's eyes gradually became clear, and after a moment of silence, he nodded: "I will...but, sir, can I still take medication?"

"Although I don't recommend that you increase the dosage of medicine, I still can't bear to make you suffer so much."

The man sighed helplessly and took out a wooden box from the drawer: "Don't take the old medicine anymore. The contents here should be injected once a week until the medicine is used up."

Q sat up from the sofa, took the wooden box and gently opened it.

Inside the box is a needleless syringe and three retort-neck ampoules.

Q remembered that he had seen this kind of syringe online before, and it seemed that it was used by diabetics to inject insulin.

And the ampoule with a crooked neck and an easy-to-break neck contained a mellow red liquid.

"Can I ask?" Looking at the red liquid, Q's heart palpitated inexplicably, "What... is in here?"

"Don't worry, it's not contraband." Seeing the other party's expression, the man couldn't help laughing, and gently pressed the ballpoint pen, "To solve any problem, you must find the key, especially the heart disease. I have found the source of your fear, then you are willing Do you believe me, Q?”

After a moment, Q nodded slowly.

"Yes, I want to believe you, then will you help me, sir?"

"Have I not been helping you?"

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, we are friends, right." The man smiled and shook his head, "I only have one request, please keep it a secret, okay?"

"……good."

"Haha." The man praised softly, "Good boy."