Duncan ran out of an emergency exit on the west side of the museum with Nina and Shirley. When the fresh air and bright light appeared, Shirley was the first to cheer: "Great! We got out!"

Duncan glanced at the girl, but before he could say anything, he suddenly felt the young lady on his back move slightly - stimulated by the fresh air and the bumpy ride, the lady finally woke up.

Duncan quickly found a place nearby and put her down from his back.

Heidi woke up slowly.

It hurt. Her forehead felt like it was hit by a brick. Then she felt discomfort in her lungs from inhaling a small amount of smoke. This was Heidi's first feeling after she gradually regained consciousness. Then she suddenly opened her eyes and started coughing violently.

After great confusion and violent coughing, she suddenly realized that she had been rescued - she was somewhere outside the museum, surrounded by bright sunlight and fresh air, and there were several figures in front of her.

"You're awake," Nina squatted down beside the young woman and looked at Heidi, who was opening her eyes and trying to adjust to the surrounding light. "How do you feel? Is there any pain?"

"Headache... You saved me?" Heidi's eyes finally focused and adapted to the bright outdoor light. She quickly assessed the situation and recognized the two young girls in front of her. "Ah, it's you two..."

"Do you know us?" Shirley was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"I don't know you, but I remember seeing you in the museum." Heidi shook her head, sat up and looked around, "Ahem... I am..."

"You were knocked unconscious, and Shirley and I dragged you to a safe place temporarily. Then my uncle rushed into the fire to save people and brought you out with him," Nina said quickly, "You are safe now."

"Uncle...ah, is this the gentleman? Thank you..." Heidi's eyes quickly fell on Duncan, and then she stood up with force while speaking, as if she wanted to bow to greet him, but she almost fell again before she finished the action.

Duncan helped her up and said, "You're welcome."

"Thank you," Heidi stood weakly, bowing her head to thank you while feeling scared. "If it weren't for you, I would have burned to death in there... This fire is so terrible... Thank you so much, I really don't know what else I should do..."

"No need to be so polite," Duncan looked at the lady with a smile on his face, "We actually have some fate...Mr. Morris, do you know him?"

Heidi was stunned for a moment, and looked at Duncan with some confusion: "That's my father... Do you know him?"

"Your pendant," Duncan pointed to the purple "crystal" pendant on Heidi's chest, "I got it from my shop."

Heidi looked down at the pendant on her chest, her face a little dull: "...Ah?!"

"It's a small world, isn't it?" Duncan laughed and held out his hand. "Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Duncan Strain, and I run an antique shop in downtown. This is my niece, Nina, and this one over here..."

"My name is Shirley!" Shirley immediately took the initiative to speak, as if she was afraid that if she was a step late, her name would be spoken by some extremely terrifying being and thus be tainted with a curse or something like that. "You... you can just call me Shirley!"

"Heidi Underwood," Heidi held Duncan's hand. She still felt a little dizzy, but she was trying to adjust herself. "I'm a psychiatrist."

"Psychiatrist?" Duncan raised his eyebrows subconsciously. "Are you a psychiatrist?"

"Ah, yes, maybe I look a little young... but I am a psychiatrist with a senior license," Heidi said proudly, and then she reached out and fumbled around her body, and finally found a crumpled business card. She handed it to Duncan with both hands, "This is my business card. If it can be of use to you, I am willing to provide you with free consultation at any time..."

A licensed psychiatrist from Uptown, maybe that's a connection that could come in handy.

Duncan took the business card and scanned it, and saw the address of a clinic in Uptown, Heidi's name, license number, and a five-digit code consisting of numbers and letters.

There is a note before that line of code: Swift code.

Duncan's gaze lingered on the line of "express mail code". He remembered that this seemed to be a part of Pland's postal system, but it was not the same as ordinary letters. He seemed to have seen a facility specifically for sending and receiving "express mail" somewhere in the downtown area, but the original owner of this body had no experience in using this thing.

Because it is very expensive, the postage is almost ten times that of an ordinary letter, and the original owner of this body has no relatives or friends who are worth spending so much money to contact urgently.

Duncan only roughly knew that this special "mail" relied on high-pressure steam pipes and standard capsule warehouses to achieve rapid delivery. It could not only deliver letters, but also small packages. Even taking into account the manual processing at the end and the possible delivery time, it would only take a few hours at most to send a piece of mail to any corner of the city-state.

How can I put it... I can only sigh that he is indeed a senior psychiatrist in the upper city. He even uses this expensive thing to accept consultation appointments...

Duncan sighed in his heart, then put the business card away properly. Then he heard Heidi suddenly say, "By the way, do you need to conduct... a post-disaster mental assessment?"

Duncan looked at her in confusion, and the young psychiatrist quickly explained, "Of course it's free. I don't mean anything else. It's mainly because after an accident, people's mental health is prone to problems, especially in places like museums that have many historical collections. Severe mental stress plus the influence of certain collections... can easily leave a shadow on the soul."

Heidi seemed to be trying to choose her words, wanting to popularize some very professional and advanced "knowledge" that was even out of touch with ordinary people's lives to the people in front of her, but she was a little worried that this kind of "popular science" would appear offensive, so she tried her best to be sincere and gentle in her tone and demeanor. Duncan saw her efforts in this regard, but he was thinking about something else in his heart -

He himself certainly does not need any mental evaluation. Having been the "captain" for so long, he still has some idea of ​​his own uniqueness. Not to mention the mental pressure brought by this fire, even if something came out from the deep sea to say hello to him, it would be the other side that would need to clear the SC later.

As for Shirley… this female warrior who could fight the cultists for three hundred rounds with the Deep Demon, did she still need a mental evaluation? The mental shock she suffered during the entire fire was probably not as great as the shadow left by her when she saw herself kicking the door open…

But Nina... Nina might really need the help of a psychiatrist.

It's not just because of today's fire, but also because of her bad mental state in recent days and those dreams that were quite ominous.

This needed to be handled by professionals, his own strength was useless in this area. He and Nina had previously discussed going to the church if there was a chance, but now that there was a senior psychiatrist willing to help... why not use it?

"Nina may need help," Duncan glanced at his "niece" and ruffled the girl's hair, "but not just because of today's fire - she has been having strange dreams recently and her mental state is very bad."

Nina immediately muttered: "Actually, I'm fine..."

"It's free," Heidi smiled and pointed at herself. "My normal consultation fee is... oh, it hurts!"

She accidentally poked the place where she was hit by the brick, and there was a big swelling there, which could be easily touched if you were not careful.

"That's right, it's free, it would be a waste if we don't use it," Shirley, who had been quiet for a long time, joined in the fun, "She still owes us a favor..."

"Well... okay," Nina hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded slightly, but then looked at Heidi with some confusion, "What does a mental evaluation require? Can it be done here? Do I need to answer some questions? Or fill out a form?"

"We need a quiet environment, and I need to be in a better state. At least the bump on my head needs to go down a bit," Heidi explained with a smile. "I am a professional, and I am different from those crappy doctors who give you a diagnosis report after asking a few questions. Let's put it this way. Tomorrow is a holiday at school. If Miss Nina has time, I will visit you in the afternoon. I will ask my father for your address."

Having said this she paused and gently touched the wound on her forehead.

"As for now, I have to find a place to treat my wounds...hiss..."

"There are sheriffs maintaining order in the square, and there are also medical personnel." Duncan thought for a moment, "Do you need us to accompany you? Your current condition..."

"No, I'm completely sober now," Heidi waved her hand, and then turned back to look at the museum that was still emitting smoke, with a trace of fear and undisguised regret on her face, "Alas... my rare vacation... is all ruined."

"It's a horrible thing to have our vacation ruined," Duncan said casually, "but at least we just survived a disaster, right?"

"Well... that's true," Heidi said, and then sighed and muttered, "Ah, I just hope that some heretics and mobile natural disasters can behave themselves, so that at least my next day off can come sooner... Ah, sorry, I shouldn't complain about this to strangers, please forgive me."

Duncan: “……?”