The world is so cruel...

Lin Qingliu looked at the patient beside him who had fallen into a coma in his dream and felt that the other person probably had not had a good sleep for a long time.

He looked at himself and realized that he was all alone in the world, without family or friends.

As for those believers, Lin Qingliu admitted that they were all relatively important people, but they could not be categorized for the time being.

His mind was becoming more and more confused. It was not right to treat this world as a game, but what should he do if he wanted to save the last spark of humanity?

He doesn't have a clear answer yet, but at least for now...

Lin Qingliu gently lifted up the patient's sleeping head and began to give him hints one after another.

This is not an attempt to hide the painful memories; that would be useless and would only drive the patient insane.

The hint that Lin Qingliu was giving at this time was to make the patient subconsciously think that it happened a long time ago after waking up.

At least, the false river of time can wash away some painful memories.

Ten minutes later, the patient woke up from his sleep.

His eyes regained clarity, no longer so painful and resentful.

The painful memory seemed to have passed more than ten years ago and became gradually blurred.

But Lin Qingliu could still see the sadness hidden deep in the other person's eyes.

The patient stood up from the chair and twisted his neck:

"Thank you, doctor. I feel much better."

Lin Qingliu looked up at him:

"What are you going to do next?"

"Quit the military and go home...to be with my family."

"Okay, I wish you peace."

The patient pushed the door and left the consulting room, and the examiner waiting outside began to assess his mental state.

A somewhat heated discussion ensued.

Five minutes later, a transcript was delivered to Lin Qingliu with a score that was unbelievably high.

Just as he was about to leave, a soldier stopped him:

"Mr. Lin Qingliu, please wait a moment.

"The assessment for this batch has all ended. As the candidate with the highest total score, an adult has personally called to see you."

"See me? Here?"

"Yes."

"Big guy? How big?"

"It's General Wencheng."

When the soldier said this, his eyes showed obvious admiration and expectation.

Lin Qingliu looked at the soldier with a light in his eyes and didn't have the courage to ask whether the general's kindness needed to be repaid.

He returned to the clinic where he was taking the exam, sat down, and began to wait quietly.

Half an hour later, the door of the clinic was slowly opened, and a middle-aged man who looked less than fifty years old walked in.

This is a man who looks resolute at first glance.

His half-white hair was cut in a neat crew cut, and even wearing two layers of military uniform, one could see obvious signs of training.

He tucked his military cap under his armpit, and seemed to be creating a gust of wind when he walked.

The man came in alone, pulled out a chair and sat in the previous patient's seat.

"Are you Lin Qingliu? I just talked to the patient you treated, and I can see that the effect is indeed good."

"You are too kind."

"No."

Wencheng did not seem to like polite modesty and compliments. He said very seriously:

"I am Wencheng, the supreme commander of the military organization. I am only responsible to the Hope Council. There is no need for me to exaggerate your achievements."

Lin Qingliu looked at the man in front of him calmly, but he was complaining in his heart:

It's a bit merciless...

"Okay, thank you for the compliment then."

Lin Qingliu answered with a smile, his instinct telling him that Wen Cheng's purpose this time seemed unusual.

Could it be that this guy also has a mental disorder?

No, the plot shouldn't be so bloody...

There are millions of people in Hope City, it is impossible that there is no one who can provide him with psychological counseling.

At this time, the majestic general in front of him asked:

"Can you tell me about your method of healing? I've also known the experience of the patient just now, and I really can't imagine how you could treat him like this."

Lin Qingliu looked at the sincere middle-aged man in front of him. He seemed to really want to know the inside story...

He thought for a moment and replied:

"Enlightenment, hypnosis, suggestion, and..."

Wencheng nodded approvingly as he listened.

"And a little bit of super powers."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Qingliu saw that the general in his forties in front of him had a frozen expression.

But commanders who can control their troops are always calmer when faced with emergencies.

He looked at the young doctor in front of him:

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Yes."

"What's your superpower?"

“Make people trust me more and then do the hypnosis.

"At least that's what I think at the moment."

Lin Qingliu spread his hands:

"It's hard to describe this ability, isn't it?"

Wencheng still had a look of doubt on his face.

It’s like a pet owner is praising his pet for being so smart, but the answer he gets is “Because I’m a spirit.” This is an outrageous situation.

"Why... don't you take part in the ability test?"

Of course it's because I'm fooling you.

Lin Qingliu spread his hands and said innocently:

"I participated in it since I was a child, but there was no result. Later, after working as a psychologist for a period of time, my abilities gradually emerged..."

A few seconds later, Wen Cheng, who had initially digested Lin Qingliu's answer, called his men who were guarding outside:

"Arrange an ability test for him, as quickly as possible."

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