"Please allow me to correct you. What you just experienced was not a dream, but..."
Lin Qingliu dragged out the long tone and looked at Zhuang Mian seriously.
"God's revelation."
Zhuang Mian repeated the word twice in a low voice and began to feel the heaviness contained in it.
She thought about it and finally asked:
"Why are you helping me?"
Lin Qingliu sat back in his chair and resumed his psychiatrist status, answering the other person casually:
"Because an enthusiastic East District citizen asked me for help."
A caring East End citizen...
Zhuang Mian tensed up instantly when she heard the familiar name. She stood up and looked around nervously, ignoring the pain in her body, and her words were full of vigilance:
"Where is he?"
She never expected that it was the Mind Flayer who sent her to this clinic. What was the other party's real purpose?
Humiliate yourself? Torture yourself? You don't really want to save yourself...
Lin Qingliu was surprised by Zhuang Mian's somewhat extreme reaction, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed natural for him to be eager to thank the other party for being rescued when he was almost certain to die.
So Lin Qingliu stood up and looked outside, and found that El had woken up from his sleep and was sitting on the chair at the front desk, looking quite obedient.
He walked over to call El over, pushed the boy into the treatment room and said to Zhuang Mian:
"It's this guy. He was a patient of mine before. He saw you fainted in the alley and brought you here in the heavy rain."
Zhuang Mian was sitting on the bed, watching a sleepy teenager being pushed in. The child was probably about thirteen or fourteen years old, a little thin and looked fragile. His silver-gray hair had very fine curls, and his facial features were very regular and he looked very good.
Is this the Mind Flayer?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Zhuang Mian gave up his previous guess in his heart, thinking that it was just a coincidence that the doctor casually said.
As for the Mind Flayer?
Since the super-powered criminal claims to be a righteous vigilante, it would be against the other party's code of conduct for him to attack the security guards.
It seems that I can finally rest assured.
She looked at the boy who was about ten years younger than her, and a kind smile appeared on her pale face:
“My sister is a member of the security team. She was attacked tonight and was seriously injured. Thank you for saving me.
"May I ask where you live? I would like to thank your parents in person."
Although Zhuang Mian said it unintentionally, El's eyes dropped slightly when he heard it.
"It's almost dawn. Go upstairs and help me cut some minced meat so we can eat noodles together later."
Lin Qingliu was touched by El's depression and patted his shoulder to send him away.
Anyway, the child had stayed on the second floor for some time before, so he knew the location of the furniture and food very well.
After sending El away, Lin Qingliu came to Zhuang Mian again.
“The child’s parents have passed away, so he became my patient before.
"After he recovered, he became close to me and often came here to eat."
Zhuang Mian was slightly stunned when he heard this, then he looked at the furnishings in the clinic which were different from those in regular medical rooms, and quickly confirmed his guess:
"Are you a psychiatrist?"
"I am."
Zhuang Mian looked at the gauze on his arm and the scar on his body that was almost healed and almost about to spit out the stitches.
"Then you can actually help me treat my wounds?"
"I also take on some private work occasionally."
"So you're still alive?"
Lin Qingliu rolled his eyes at Zhuang Mian. The other party was obviously talking about the doctors in the eastern part of the outer city who were dying one after another.
"I take private jobs, not illegal ones."
Zhuang Mian was suddenly speechless. He had seen this many times in the outer city area. There was no point in hiding this kind of thing anymore.
If it were in the inner city, no doctor would dare to say these jargons expressionlessly in front of the security team members.
"Anyway, thank you for saving me."
Zhuang Mian's tone was very serious.
“I will pay you three times the market value later and I won’t tell anyone.
"After all, you know my identity."
Zhuang Mian pointed to the security team badge on his body and gave a wry smile.
"I repeat again, ma'am, I don't need money, and I don't need thanks."
Lin Qingliu righteously refused, stood up angrily, opened his arms, and put himself in the shape of a cross.
"It wasn't me who saved you, but the kindness of that child and the grace of the great god. I just made a tiny contribution to it."
This was the second time Lin Qingliu had said this, trying to bring the topic back to where it should have been. Zhuang Mian seemed to have just remembered this and quickly asked:
“I’m very interested in this.”
She couldn't help but be interested. As a security captain who graduated from a decent school, Zhuang Mian had received similar education and knew how much harm cults could cause to human beings.
It can be said that among the four people blessed by Lin Qingliu, Zhuang Mian understands this most clearly.
Therefore, whether from a personal perspective or professional needs, Zhuang Mian must show an interested look at this time.
All Lin Qingliu wanted was the other party's attitude. He didn't care whether it was sincere or not.
After all, the best way to consolidate authority is to demonstrate power. When Zhuang Mian discovers that she has acquired super powers, she will have to believe it whether she wants to or not.
From upstairs came the orderly clashing sounds of kitchen knives and chopping boards. In the clinic downstairs, Lin Qingliu was earnestly repeating the prayers that he was becoming more and more proficient in.
"... all glory and power belong to you, and may your mercy and piety endure forever."
Zhuang Mian listened carefully and repeated earnestly. He felt much calmer inside, and... this little poem seemed to have quite positive energy.
Thinking of this, Zhuang Mian felt much more at ease.
In this way, Zhuang Mian became the third believer to complete all the steps.
Ten minutes later, El staggered down from upstairs carrying a tray.
There were three bowls of minced meat noodles on the tray, and all the tableware... was made of stainless steel.
The supply of materials in the inner city was much more abundant than that in the outer city, so Zhuang Mian was extremely shocked to be able to eat a bowl of minced meat noodles in such a fly-in-the-wall restaurant in a psychological clinic.
“Why are they all made of stainless steel?”
As a guest, Zhuang Mian shouldn't have asked this question, but perhaps it was Lin Qingliu's gentle attitude that gave her the courage to ask, and she finally asked.
“Resistant to falling.”
Lin Qingliu immediately answered,
“Some patients will destroy everything they see, so a lot of things here are made of metal as much as possible.”
Lin Qingliu pointed to an area of different color on the ceiling. It was the hole that was there when he first came here, but now he was putting the blame on an imaginary patient.
"It's okay, just treat it like your own home."
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