amaotonovel Chapter 2355: Psychic Assault ()
Chapter 2355: Psychic Assault ()
Chapter 2355: Psychic Assault ()
"I worked overtime very late yesterday. I'm going to go back and take a nap. Delis, please arrange for someone to check on the patients we've been in contact with recently and ask about their conditions. Just leave the records on my desk. I'll be back before dinner."
Schiller took the pen from the pocket of his white coat and nodded to the senior sister. The black-haired girl smiled at him and made a gesture to ensure that she would complete the task.
"Working overtime until late?" Charles looked at Schiller's back with some confusion. He said, "Didn't we leave at around 10 o'clock yesterday?"
"The doctor's work and rest schedule is very normal. To be more precise, it's so normal that it's abnormal." Delis put away her pen and looked back and forth between Charles and David. She said, "Your eyes are very similar. Are you brothers or relatives?"
David shook his head in silence. Delis did not ask any more questions. She said, "There have been a lot of people on business trips recently. We are short-staffed. Because of the nature of our department, most of the patients we come into contact with are not in the undergraduate inpatient department. The farthest one may be in the fourth inpatient department. Who of you is willing to go?"
"I'll go." David stood up and said, "It doesn't matter how far it is to me. Give me his house number and name."
"Oh, that won't work." Delis shook her head and said, "I'll make an appointment for you in the system, and then you can go to the front desk to check. The nurse will tell you which ward he is in. Call his name first. If she ignores you, go find the nurse on duty or the resident doctor."
"To prevent impersonation?" Charles asked.
"To prevent people from having ulterior motives." Delis sighed and said, "There are always some weird people pretending to be doctors and nurses, you know, the FBI and so on."
After David left, Charles looked at her and asked, "What about me? Where do I go?"
"I heard from Dr. Schiller that you are more of an academic research type, so I want to save you some time. You can go to the obstetrics and gynecology inpatient department close to here and see the lady who underwent intervention yesterday."
"Ms. Lisa?"
"Yes, but you have to be careful. Her husband is very emotional and cries easily. The nurses in that ward are tired of trying to comfort him. You can go and help them out."
Charles nodded and left without saying anything. Dr. Melanie's eyes were always on his back, but Charles was in a hurry to see Lisa and didn't notice.
Charles came to the corner of the corridor again. After listening for a long time, he found that there was no movement inside. He called a nurse and asked her, only to find out that they went for a walk in the yard.
Patients in hospital gowns gathered in groups of two or three to look at the fountain, while some were taken for a walk by their family members. Charles found Lisa and her husband Oaks, who were sitting in a wheelchair, under a big tree in the corner of the garden.
Lisa was holding a cat in her arms, a long-haired ragdoll cat. She kept stroking its ears and head, and Oaks smiled from ear to ear.
But the good times didn't last long. As soon as Charles came down, the sky started to be windy. It was early autumn in New York, and although it hadn't gotten completely cold yet, the wind still made people feel chilly.
The nurse began to drive people back into the building, but Lisa was reluctant to leave because she would have to leave the cat behind if she went back. She leaned against a tree and showed resistance, but the nurse didn't have that much patience and asked her husband to persuade her to go back quickly.
In fact, Oaks also hopes that Lisa can go back as soon as possible. It is a miracle that she can appear outdoors in a wheelchair now. This is because he contacted the Women's Federation before and learned about Lisa's serious condition. He specially approved a healing serum for her, which allowed the wound to heal so quickly.
But Lisa's physical condition is still not good. The healing serum will consume her physical strength, but her mental illness is bothering her and has caused her to stay awake for several nights. She looks pale and weak, as if she will faint at any time.
From Charles' perspective, Lisa looked even more pitiful. She curled up in a wheelchair, holding the cat tightly, crying helplessly, and her eyes blinked constantly due to the wind. Her lips were pursed so much that they were almost bloodless.
Charles had to walk up and say hello to Oaks. Oaks had seen him before. Schiller brought Charles with him when he talked to Oaks that day.
"Oh my god, Dr. Charles, are you here for rounds? I'm so sorry, we should have waited for you in the room."
"No, it's okay." Charles turned to look at Lisa. Lisa suddenly waved her hand and hit Charles' thigh on the side, pushing him out. Oaks was stunned.
"Hey, Lisa, don't do that. Oh my god, I'm so sorry."
"I don't want to go back." Lisa said, "You want to take it away, and I won't let you take it away."
This lady is obviously mentally ill. Charles can tell that without even having to read her mind. It seems that pets are not a good way to heal her. What should he do now?
Lisa was a patient after all, and she didn't use any strength when she pushed, but Charles still took a few steps back, and then he tried to persuade her using the methods in the textbook.
"Ma'am, calm down and take a deep breath. You are now in the inpatient department of the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology at New York Presbyterian Hospital. This is your husband and I am an intern. We are all taking care of you and you are safe."
"There is nothing wrong with your cat. It is healthy and in your arms. No one is going to hurt it or take it away from you."
"We just wanted to..."
"You took everything from me," Lisa screamed. "My child's heartbeat, his life and soul, my body, my family, everything I have, give it back to me."
Lisa began to scream incoherently, her voice was sharp and urgent, completely drowning out Charles' voice. He was sure that the lady could not hear anything now.
"Did she take her medicine?" Charles looked at Oaks and asked.
"Obviously not." Oaks shook his head and said, "We have no way to get her to take the medicine. The nurse said that she should consider referring her to the psychiatric department when she gets better."
"I'm not going anywhere." Lisa began to mutter, "My children are here, all my children, Donna, Dudu, they are all here, I will be here to protect them, and I will not let you take it away again..."
The grammar is confusing, the parts of speech are unclear, and personal pronouns are switched back and forth, making it unclear who they are referring to. This is a sign that the language system is beginning to become chaotic, and it is a very bad omen.
Charles became somewhat helpless. He was indeed able to analyze other people's brains very well when writing papers and combine them with various psychological theories, but all these theories did not include how to use words to comfort a sick patient.
Seeing Lisa getting more and more excited, Charles invaded her brain and was almost knocked over by those chaotic and disordered thoughts.
He had studied the inner world of mental patients before, but that was always done when their mental states were relatively stable. Suddenly accessing the mind of a patient in the early stages of an attack caused him quite a shock.
It was so painful, Charles felt the same way as Lisa at this moment.
One perspective is to understand the world correctly. She should leave the cats to her husband, who will take good care of them. She feels very cold and should go back to the warm and comfortable ward and have a good sleep. Everything will be over.
But another perspective is different. Her child cried loudly when he fell to the ground, and asked her with a bloody purple face and a ferocious expression why she let them take him away. Then the cat's face gradually overlapped with the child's face. They began to ask questions non-stop, repeating, repeating, and repeating...
"enough."
With a whoosh, the second illusion completely disappeared. When Charles exhaled, he found that his forehead was cold. He was sweating a lot because he was scared when he entered Lisa's perspective.
Lisa quieted down.
Of course, Charles directly deleted his second illusion perspective, and now only the normal perspective remains.
The lady looked very confused, but she slowly handed the cat to her husband.
Oaks was surprised and happy. He took the cat and gently put it back into the airline bag. He and Charles pushed Lisa back to the ward. She even drank a glass of water and took some medicine and soon fell asleep.
"Oh my God, I didn't expect this treatment to be so effective." Outside the ward, Oaks looked at Charles gratefully and said, "To some extent, you are also the key, doctor. You convinced Lisa."
Actually, I didn't, Charles thought, but from Oaks' perspective, Charles said a few words to Lisa and asked her to go back to the ward, take medicine and sleep. He was simply a miracle doctor.
Charles looked at the sleeping Lisa and immediately realized one thing: either don't do it, or do it thoroughly, otherwise they will definitely realize that something is wrong.
Charles's deletion action just now could not be said to be gentle. It was more based on his own self-protection mechanism. Although the deletion was very clean, it was a bit too clean for ordinary people. He suspected that Lisa would not remember that she lost a child after waking up.
If he really had lost his memory, the hospital would certainly investigate, and he would be held responsible. If the incident was traced back to Dr. Schiller, his plan to get closer to him would be completely ruined.
Charles sighed, and he invaded Lisa's brain again, and began to modify her memory and emotions, and then processed Oaks' memory to make it more reasonable.
However, the medical staff who had seen him along the way and the nurse who had been stopped by him to ask about the situation also had real memories, so they also had to be changed, and they had to be adjusted in the same direction without any contradictions.
After standing in front of Lisa's door for a long time, Charles finally finished the revision and breathed a sigh of relief. But then he turned a corner and saw a figure standing in front of the window waiting for him.
"Doctor Melania?" Charles looked at Melania and said.
"Yes." Mela turned around and looked at Charles with a gentle expression, which made Charles feel relieved. He actually felt a little guilty, as if he had just done something bad and ran into the dean of studies.
"You are a psychic, right?" Meira asked straight to the point.
Charles nodded, not really surprised. Schiller had hinted when they met that day that Mela might have the same ability as him.
"I come from a monastery at the foot of the Himalayas. My ability is telepathy. No, it's not mind reading. You can think of it as a kind of meditative magic. It's not innate, but acquired through practice."
Charles frowned slightly, but did not refute. He knew that this possibility existed and that some magicians could read minds.
"Can only sense?" Charles asked. His focus was on whether Mela could directly intervene in the mind and control people's brains like he did.
"No, I'm far inferior to you." Meila shook her head and said, "I can only understand a little when I concentrate. If I want to go deeper, I need to concentrate and meditate for a long time."
Then he looked up at Charles and said, "I was not a very religious person when I was young. I took too many detours. That's why I chose to devote all my energy to cultivating this ability."
"I know you have the best intentions to help people relieve their suffering. You believe this is God's will and you are just fulfilling a mission that humans cannot accomplish."
"But it would be nice if ordinary people were a race that could be interfered with and transformed so easily. They are too complicated to be easily understood. If you want to do something, think twice before you act."
(End of this chapter)