The psychologist sat aside, and Tang Ze also sat next to him.

"Split personality is caused by extreme stress. When the apocalypse just started, many people had this symptom. They were fine when they were quiet, but once they started killing, they became like a different person."

Professionalism is professionalism, and I seem to be a bit of a professional myself.

"Most people don't want to kill people, they are forced by the environment, so there are too many crazy people. It's okay for people like you who are mildly ill and can be controlled, so just keep doing it."

Tang Ze said, "Then...then...how do we cure the lack of love?"

"I have forgotten everything you said before. Can you tell me again about your life before the end of the world?"

Tang Ze told him everything, thinking to himself, I'm just curious, I don't lack love at all.

"Does anyone care about you now?" the psychologist suddenly asked.

Tang Ze paused, smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, it matters whether I can give more and whether I am strong enough."

"I mean someone who actually cares about you."

"I...I don't know." Tang Ze said in a low voice, holding his forehead with both hands.

The psychiatrist patted Tang Ze on the shoulder and said, "You are not sure, so you dare not be sure. Sometimes we need greater courage to move forward. Don't leave any regrets for yourself."

"Then I wonder what if, what if everyone forgets about me?"

"What if someone has been waiting for you?"

Tang Ze immediately looked at the psychologist, and this sentence seemed to have caused a critical blow to Tang Ze's heart.

Do you want to take a gamble on this possibility?

"I understand. Thank you, doctor." Tang Ze reached out and held the psychologist's hand and said with a smile.

"You're welcome."

Tang Ze decided to find Tang Ya, no matter what the outcome would be.

The psychiatrist smiled as he watched Tang Ze leave.

Mr. Tang, you forgot to lower your voice this time, but it’s great to have you back.