Chapter 214 Perfect Normal Person
The clinic was suddenly so quiet that you could hear the sound of snow falling.
Conai gently put down his pen. This was the first time in all his years of studying psychology that he felt such a thrilling excitement.
Not only did the girl see through his observation, but even more frighteningly, she was analyzing him in reverse.
"Let's do a little test." He opened a drawer, took out six sandbox figures and lined them up on the table. "Choose one to represent yourself."
The girl's eyes swept over the dolls, and her gaze fixed on the ceramic doll at the very edge, which was wearing a beautiful little dress but was cracked in two.
"That's it."
Konai lowered his voice, "Why did you choose this?"
"It's beautiful." She smiled as she picked up the doll and ran her fingertips over the cracks. "The darkness inside will never be seen."
The teacup suddenly cracked in her hand.
The scalding hot tea seeped out, but she seemed not to feel any pain and still maintained her perfect smile.
Kona grabbed her wrist suddenly, and the tea stain spread out as a brown mark on the cuff of her white coat.
The moment their skin touched, he saw the girl's pupils shrink suddenly.
That instinctive fear reaction cannot be faked by any acting skills.
Kenai's eyes gradually darkened. "Stress disorder. Do you mind telling me about your experience?"
The girl's smile finally cracked, just like the porcelain doll in her hand.
The clock in the clinic was ticking and the snow was falling heavier.
Kenai watched as the fragments of the perfect mask peeled off her face, revealing the little girl covered in blood behind it—
It was exactly the same case as the one he wrote in his paper, a PTSD patient who spent his entire life pretending to be a "normal person".
"When I was nine years old, I saw my eldest brother stabbing my second brother's dog to death. He was holding a dagger in his hand and his body was covered in blood." Her voice never trembled, as if she was mentally prepared to be seen through.
Kenai loosened his grip, took the cracked teacup from her fingers, and said with a relaxed expression, "What happened to your injuries?"
Outside the window, dusk snow covered the entire city.
She was wearing a turtleneck sweater and a mink cape, and had never shown any sign of pain since she entered the room.
Meng Anran looked at the psychologist who had torn off all her disguises the first time they met, and suddenly laughed - this time she was really laughing, a bloody, living laugh.
"I fell while bungee jumping with my second brother last week." She spoke softly, her tone sounding more like sarcasm than concealment.
Conai put his glasses back on, and the reflection from the lenses obscured his suddenly contracted pupils.
He knew he had found the "perfect normal human" research sample he had been pursuing all his life, a living, breathing specimen.
What made his blood boil even more was that this girl could reverse analyze him and see through him.
"Let's make a deal." She brushed the black cracks on the porcelain doll's face with her fingertips. A faint smile remained on her collagen-rich face, but her beautiful eyes were like dry wells. "I will be your research subject, and you will help me strengthen my emotional control."
As a professional psychologist, what you need to do is to let the patient let down his guard and be honest with him before you can provide further psychological treatment to the patient.
But this time, Kenai agreed to help Meng Anran disguise herself better, just because of what she said at the time - I'm not sure when I can recover, but I need to make sure that I won't hurt the people I care about.
When his consciousness returned, Konai pulled himself out of his memories and looked at the girl in front of him with a calm and natural smile. She was better at disguising herself than she was ten years ago, and could even deceive herself.
The scene of the cause of the illness faded in her memory, as she had suppressed it deeper in her heart.
Once the disease occurs, the backlash will be more serious.
"An Ran, you can't put off your illness any longer," he whispered. "If you continue to suppress it with your mind, sooner or later it will take root and sprout—you'll become the knife-wielding figure in your nightmares."
Meng Anran's pupils trembled slightly, and then she smiled, "Am I not cooperating with you?"
The treatment ended two hours later.
When Kenai was packing up the documents, a photo slipped out of the folder.
Meng Anran bent down to pick it up and found that it was an old black and white photo with a background that looked like a hospital.
"My father." Konai took the photo and gently brushed the edge with his fingertips. "He's a psychiatrist."
Meng Anran asked thoughtfully, "I don't think I've ever heard you mention your parents."
Kenai put the photo into his medical bag and spoke in a light and casual tone, trying to make the topic less sad. "My father is a psychiatrist and my mother is a nurse. When I was five years old, a medical dispute ended their lives."
Meng Anran lowered her head and was silent, "I'm sorry."
Kenai pursed his lips and smiled, then shook his head. "It's okay, it's been over twenty years."
"But this is why you are so obsessed with studying human nature." Meng Anran looked up at him, her bright eyes seemed to see through everything about him in an instant, causing the pupils behind the lenses to dilate uncontrollably.
Kenai sighed softly, then smiled. "I consider myself quite gifted in psychology, able to accurately analyze patients' mental activities through their micro-expressions. However, I can never compare to your ability to instantly read people's hearts through their eyes."
"Because during my childhood, I was surrounded by demons that were thousands of times more terrifying than 'normal people'. It was just the result of training." Meng Anran shrugged, speaking in the same calm tone, as if all the injuries he had suffered could be talked about as jokes.
"Compared to all that," she changed the subject, her gaze fixed on Kenai's medical bag, "could you please tell me which hospital your parents used to work at?"
"Jingshi Tongli Hospital, which is now the Maternal and Child Health Hospital."
Meng Anran's pupils suddenly shrank, and some bold guesses gradually formed in her mind. She continued to ask, "The medical dispute happened when you were five years old, which was twenty-three years ago? The year I was born?"
Kenai nodded in agreement, "Well, the day after your birthday is the anniversary of my parents' death."
A feeling of unease swept over Meng Anran. The matter of the "real and fake daughter" might be inextricably linked to the medical dispute.
Duan Xi was imprisoned, and all the conspiracies and intrigues should have ended, but she always had a feeling that the game had not yet been decided.
It seems that the substitution of a cat for a prince is not just a part of Duan Xi's revenge plan. Deeper behind the scenes, there is a big hand planning everything.
Even Duan Xi was just a pawn of the opponent.
The knock on the door interrupted Meng Anran's thoughts. Qin Mu pushed the door open and walked in, his eyes so dark that ink could drip out.
He handed Meng Anran's phone over and said in a deep voice, "Auntie just sent you a WeChat message. She went to the detention center to see Duan Xi today and ran into Bai Yujin. She heard Bai Yujin say that she would attack your psychological evaluation at next week's awards ceremony."
Meng Anran glanced over the message sent by Su Wanman, replied with a few words of comfort, then pressed the screen, a sly smile on her red lips.
"Doctor Ke, it looks like I have to trouble you again."
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