Inside the clinic, "Liusha" looked around and felt that there was nothing strange here.

Lin Qingliu was sitting on a chair not far away, with three neatly arranged piles of books beside him.

Just kidding, of course there's nothing strange about it. As a person who reads a lot of movies in another world, Lin Qingliu had already rolled up the first generation of bionic people who were in a deep sleep into grass balls and stuffed them into the book covers that had lost their inner pages.

Just leave a thin layer of white paper on the outside and it won't look any different.

Lin Qingliu knew the essence of the book, but he didn't know what was written in the book.

This wave, this wave is "Redemption of the City of Hope".

It’s a pity that the “Nian” who has fallen into a deep sleep may never be able to leave the Shawshank Prison that belongs to him.

After closing the door, "Quicksand" still didn't feel anything was wrong. He could still feel a vague connection with his teammates outside.

Lin Qingliu no longer needs to create high-purity isolation to ensure that it will not affect the outside world.

He smiled and let Quicksand lie on the examination bed, then walked behind him and gently stroked his forehead with one hand, while pointing his other hand at a book called Common Psychological Problems and Coping Guidelines after Trauma...

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"Hey bro, how's it feel?"

"Liusha" walked out of the clinic. This time, "Nian"'s reaction speed was faster than "Photographer", as if he had been prepared for it.

Liusha's honest face looked a little shy. He avoided the gazes of the people around him and said calmly:

"I feel much more relaxed now. I have to say that the doctor you found is really professional.

"Although I haven't heard of the rumors about the city defense army, I'm telling you the truth, not exaggerating or slandering. Speaking rationally, neutrally, and objectively, as a pure passerby, I think it's very good."

The "photographer" sat in the chair, feeling that his worldview was a little shattered.

No, you all are so good at writing advertising slogans, why don't you go work for the congressman who is in charge of broadcasting and news?

Don’t you like it?

Whether it was the sentences of "Nian" or the words of "Liusha", they all made the "photographer" want to give it a try from the bottom of his heart.

These people are geniuses at publicity!

Not only is the Super Power Team ranked higher than his own, but he also seems to be good at publicity...

Damn it, if I get the chance I must try it out to see if it’s really that great!

As the photographer clenched his fists, many soldiers and super-powered people who heard the two men's reactions after treatment had similar thoughts.

The only difference is that the former has begun to worry whether the charges here will be too high, and plans to wait and see how much the photographer pays before making a decision.

Most of the superpowers have no financial burden and have already begun to turn their attention to the reservation table at the front desk...

"Your turn, 'Gecko'."

There was no change in the tone of "Liusha", and his gaze turned to the pseudo-human "Gecko" who was still sitting on the chair one meter in front of him.

"Yes, go quickly, don't keep the doctor waiting too long."

"Nian" beside him also said so, and the concern in his tone was very obvious.

"Gecko" looked around and was shocked to find that both his two teammates, the shadow master and other super-powered people, and even the soldiers in charge of security, were staring at him.

He tried to understand the meaning of those gazes:

"Go ahead."

"Go ahead."

"Why aren't you going yet?"

“Go quickly!”

“…”

The eyes around him were all kinds of strange, some were envy, some were encouragement, some were suspicion, some were murderous... The only thing in common was that they were all focused on him.

His processor was unable to handle such data input, and for a short period of time he even felt an uncomfortable sensation as if a thorn in his back had been stabbed. It seemed as if the whole world had tilted and everyone was trying to push him into the abyss.

As a pseudo-human, "Gecko" didn't know what the uncanny valley effect was, but he only felt that the fear he had brought to others had now come upon him.

"Say, that's right. I'll go right away."

"Gecko" stood up tremblingly from the chair in the waiting area and walked step by step into the treatment room that looked clean and tidy and full of rational atmosphere.

It wasn't until he walked completely inside and everyone's gaze was cut off that everything seemed to finally end.

"Gecko" had a blank expression on his face, but his heart was filled with fear.

He closed the door of the clinic, but he felt a bad omen in his heart as if he had just escaped from the tiger's den and entered a wolf's lair.

Outside the clinic, "Liusha" sat nonchalantly in the position where "Gecko" had just sat.

At this moment, both second-generation dummies were controlled by Lin Qingliu inside.

He already felt the mental pressure and tension, and the control was no longer as smooth as before.

When "Liusha" sat down, Lin Qingliu finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to focus his attention on the last target who walked into the clinic.

The "quicksand" and "thoughts" that had lost control of the details seemed to be a little sluggish, and their bodies began to slowly tilt uncontrollably.

The two of them soon leaned against each other, snuggling together as if they were taking a nap.

Oh, no?

The photographer witnessed the whole scene and felt...

I don’t feel anything. I’ve been very numb today, and I don’t think it will get any more numb.

He no longer cared about the relationship between these three people. Rather than this question, he wanted to know whether the psychiatrist specialized in trauma psychology or male psychology.

As for whether or not to make an appointment to experience it in person, the photographer believes that it is still necessary to consider it again and not jump to conclusion.

Five minutes later, the last patient, "Gecko", walked out of the consulting room radiantly.

His ordinary face was filled with a bright smile, and he said without disguising:

“I feel like life is full of hope again, it’s worthy of being called the City of Hope!

"It's just a strange beast, what's there to be afraid of? I will participate in the exploration plan again next time!"

His expression was exaggerated, his tone was excited, and in the end he just opened his arms and shouted:

"Long live the renaissance of mankind!"

The photographer straightened his collar to hide his embarrassment, and whispered into the communicator:

"The treatment has ended, the alert has been lifted, and the team will be withdrawn in an orderly manner."

He motioned for others to leave first, and he stood at the front desk ready to pay.

As the person who requested the accompanying protection, the photographer understood that it would be more appropriate for him to pay the money himself. After all, he was the one who suspected first, and the other party had to prove his innocence later, so he had to make some apology, even if it was in the form of hints.

A group of superpowers and soldiers who were doing their jobs withdrew one after another, leaving only a few people who were ready to check the price.

Lin Qingliu stretched, walked out of the last clinic, ignored the people on the road, came to the front desk, and acted as the front desk cashier responsible for checkout.