Dragon Raja: Oh no! Lu Mingfei has been diagnosed with depression!

After hanging up the phone, Professor Guderian looked somewhat lost, scratching his head in distress. After thinking for a moment, he composed an email and sent it to the principal.

He couldn't sleep anymore, so he simply got out of bed, pushed open the door of the private ward, and ran to the duty room.

"You're on duty again tonight, doctor."

Professor Guderian greeted the psychologist, who was frantically working through medical records in front of the screen, and pulled up a chair to sit next to him.

"You're still not discharged from the hospital?"

The psychiatrist glanced at him sideways, then continued working on his medical record.

"Do you remember what you said before you were hospitalized? You said you had insomnia all night long, had no energy during the day, and had a poor appetite, so you wanted to be hospitalized for treatment. But the nurses told me that you slept soundly every night, and they couldn't wake you up no matter how they tried to call you to take your medicine. You also had a good appetite, and you've tried almost every takeout restaurant around the hospital these past few days."

"Doctor, doesn't that just prove your medical skills are superb?"

Professor Guderian was somewhat embarrassed.

He wasn't actually sick. The reason he was so eager to be hospitalized was because he was devastated by Lu Mingfei's sudden departure. So, wanting to understand Lu Mingfei, he came to this hospital and specifically requested that a psychologist be his attending physician.

But after a few days, he not only failed to understand Lu Mingfei's psychology, but also gained a lot of weight because of his lifestyle of lying in bed all day, eating when he was hungry and sleeping when he was full.

When Ye Sheng and Jiu Deya visited him, they were shocked. They exclaimed that this was not a hospital stay, but a vacation, and suspected that Professor Guderian had actually misappropriated their activity funds to enjoy himself openly.

Professor Guderian had no way to express his grievances. If he couldn't get Lu Mingfei's information, forget about being promoted to a tenured professor. He might even be arrested by the disciplinary committee as soon as he returned to the academy and accused of dereliction of duty.

"Why are you in the hospital if you're not sick?"

The psychologist sighed.

"I think I'm really sick!"

Professor Guderian argued forcefully, "Look at myself, I feel like I'm sick. Isn't that a kind of pathological psychology? That's why I need your treatment even more, doctor! You can't deprive me of the right to be sick just because I have good sleep quality and a good appetite!"

The psychiatrist hesitated, looking at him with the eyes of someone examining a lunatic:

"You are definitely sick."

"See? I told you I was crazy!"

Professor Guderian was overjoyed. "So, doctor, please treat me quickly! Don't worry! I'll cooperate with whatever treatment method you choose!"

"Then tell me about your problem."

The doctor sighed, turned to face Guderian, and asked, "What happened to you to make you like this?"

"I am all alone, with no one to rely on..."

Get to the point!

The doctor's forehead veins throbbed as he heard those words and inexplicably thought of the patient who had sneaked away without even completing the discharge procedures.

The entire hospital was in a frenzy and was on the verge of calling the police. If the discharge center hadn't received the discharge application and payment from the patient's family, his career might have ended there.

"Oh, then I'll start from when I was a child."

Guderian sat up straight. "My parents were archaeologists, and they were busy traveling all over the world when I was very young, so they sent me to live with my uncle and aunt. My aunt also had a cousin, and I lived with them for many years..."

"Did you encounter some thugs who tried to extort you, and then you accidentally beat them seriously while fighting back?"

The doctor paused for a moment, then couldn't help but interrupt him.

"No wonder you're a doctor, you even know this!"

Guderian gave the doctor a thumbs up.

"Looks like you really are sick."

The doctor said, "You have a severe cognitive impairment. You tend to project yourself into other people's lives and genuinely believe that's who you are... Is your name Lu Mingfei?"

"No, doctor, my name is Guderian."

Guderian scratched his head.

"It seems that he has simply projected other people's experiences onto his own past life. He still knows his own name and has not completely lost his self-awareness. Although it is very serious, there is still hope for recovery."

The doctor had already made a diagnosis, turned around and retrieved Guderian's medical records on the computer, and revised the medical orders accordingly:

"I'll prescribe some medication for treating mental illness to control your condition first, and then I'll change the medication based on your specific condition."

Guderian was dumbfounded. He had no intention of actually taking those medications for treating mental illness; it was said that even someone without mental illness could develop one if they took too much.

"Doctor, I don't think my condition is that serious."

"No, your mindset is clearly very different from that of ordinary people. You think your condition isn't serious, but that precisely indicates that your illness is already more severe than you realize!"

The doctor shook his head firmly. "I admit I misdiagnosed you before because you were sleeping and eating well, but I still have a chance to make amends. Don't worry, I will definitely cure you!"

The doctor held Guderian's shoulder, met his gaze, and his eyes blazed with a light that was almost blinding.

Guderian was nearly blinded by the light and realized that if he didn't do something soon, he might not even be able to return to the academy.

"Doctor, I suddenly feel like I'm not sick anymore..."

"No, whether you're sick or not isn't up to you to decide. I'm your attending physician, and if I say you're sick, then you're definitely sick!"

The doctor stood up and began searching through the duty room.

"Doctor, what are you looking for?"

"Restraint belt".

The doctor turned to look at him, his expression grave. "Your condition is really serious. It's hard to say whether you'll engage in self-harm. Just to be on the safe side, it's better to restrain you with a restraint belt."

"I'm really not sick!"

Guderian panicked and jumped up from his chair, trying to leave, but the doctor had already locked the door while looking for the restraints.

Damn it! Does this lock really have to be designed to be so inhumane?!

Guderian was horrified to find that no matter which way he turned the lock, the lock cylinder would remain stuck in the latch. He tried several times but could not open the door. He could only watch helplessly as the doctor grinned and walked towards him with restraints in his hand.

He closed his eyes in despair, feeling that the reputation he had built up over decades of dedication to education was about to be lost here.

The next moment he felt something on his neck, but the doctor hesitated to take any further action. Guderian carefully opened his eyes a crack.

The doctor sat in a chair, arms crossed, looking at him with a cold smile:

"Alright, if you don't want to be chained to a hospital bed as a mental patient, you'd better tell me honestly why you're here, and... why you know about that child?"