After Ming Huan walked out of the door of the psychological clinic, he sniffed the air hard with his nose.
The computer monster didn't go far. Since this monster came to see Simon, there might be golden spirit stones in the land of souls.
Lord Demon will never let go of such a precious golden spirit stone for cultivation.
So it didn't take long for it to find Light Blue.
Qianlan was sitting under a paulownia tree, thinking about her robot life.
"Meow!" Ming Huan greeted Qian Lan, but Qian Lan ignored him.
So the Demon Lord was no longer polite. He opened his mouth slightly and a green bead flew out of his mouth.
The Demon Lord, who had absorbed a piece of golden spirit stone, had recovered a lot of his cultivation. When he used his natal bead again, he would not be sucked into the land of souls like before.
The natal bead emitted a faint light in the air, flashed twice, and then flew into Qianlan's body.
The black cat squatted silently beside Light Blue, with its eyes slightly closed and its claws clasped together, performing the soul-searching technique.
Although these monsters need to hand over the Golden Spirit Stone willingly during psychological treatment.
But it is also necessary to understand the psychological nodes of this computer monster in advance to help Simon quickly solve the monster's psychological problems.
After all, the Demon Lord does not have the patience of a psychologist, and he hopes to collect a hundred golden spirit stones as soon as possible.
Ming Huan began to activate his natal bead to search for the place where Qianlan's soul was.
At the same time, Simon, who was planning to go back to rest, received a phone call.
It turned out to be Li Honghong, the owner of Qianlan, who called.
"Hello, Dr. Simon. I'm Li Honghong, and I have a request... I haven't seen my computer in a long time... I'd like to come and take a look at it, is that okay?"
Simon also wanted to meet Li Honghong.
Twenty years have passed, and he really wants to know how the depressed patient who cut his wrists is doing now.
But this matter needs to be approved by Light Blue first, so Simon said: "How about this, I don't have this computer with me right now, I will contact you at this time next week, okay?"
At the same time next week, it will be Qianlan's psychotherapy time.
Li Honghong agreed. She hung up the phone, sighed, and recalled the past twenty years.
After Simon hung up the phone, he started another important thing - looking for the cat!
His cat is missing!
Simon searched for three whole days and asked everyone on the street, but still couldn't find his cat.
So Simon posted several more notices looking for the cat, but still found nothing.
A week passed quickly, and Simon looked at his empty cat bed and felt a little hurt.
Cats are such a magical species - no matter whether you are poor or rich, healthy or sick, they will look down on you and abandon you silently!
A week later, Simon had the second consultation with the computer monster Light Blue.
What surprised Simon the most was that... his cat actually followed the computer monster into the clinic.
Simon really wanted to ask where his cat had gone, but the consultation time was up and he was in the light blue for the entire hour.
So, the young man in the plaid shirt sat on the examination chair and began his second psychotherapy.
The black cat struggled to climb to the top of its own bookshelf, then lay down, panting with its tongue hanging out.
"Lord Demon, where have you been these days? Your pet is looking for you everywhere!" The Shadow Guardians haven't seen Ming Huan these days. They feel that they shouldn't ask too much about the whereabouts of the Demon Lord, but it is necessary to report the movements of the Demon Lord's new pet.
Ming Huan took a breath and said, "I'm exhausted! I've been searching for the soul of that trendy computer geek these past few days... God knows his soul is even bigger than mine... I haven't finished searching it in a week... I'm exhausted! Or maybe it's because my power hasn't recovered yet..."
While Minghuan was catching his breath, Qianlan began to tell the doctor about her psychological changes over the past week.
"Doctor, do you know? I have a 500-terabyte hard drive, a vast store of knowledge, and artificial intelligence, but I don't even know what's happening to my master!"
Simon took the opportunity to say, "Li Honghong called me before and said she wanted to meet you."
Qianlan was stunned for a moment, then began to rub his messy hair with his hands. He was very conflicted inside because he was a monster now, and he remembered that his little master was very afraid of monsters.
It wasn't known how long it took before Qianlan finally made up his mind. His longing for his master overcame everything else. He took a deep breath and said, "I... want to see her, too. I want to know how she's doing now... Is she happy? Is she married? Does she have children? Doctor, please help me contact her!"
Simon nodded, then called Li Honghong.
Li Honghong on the other end of the phone said that she was nearby and would be there soon.
When there was a knock on the door of the clinic, Qianlan suddenly turned into an old computer, the kind that was made twenty years ago, and never moved or spoke again.
A woman's voice rang out from outside: "Simon...Excuse me, is Simon here? I'm Li Honghong."
Simon stood up and opened the door. Behind him, the mouse of the old computer was rolling uncontrollably and the computer body was shaking slightly.
The door was opened, and a middle-aged woman in a red long skirt and a bun stood outside.
Simon said, "Come in."
The woman hesitated for a moment, walked in, and sat on the sofa that Qianlan had just made.
"I am Li Honghong... God! This is really my computer! Light blue, light blue..." The woman murmured softly, and a tear fell on the computer that accompanied her through the most difficult days.
Simon quietly observed the owner of the light blue. She looked to be in her thirties or almost forty. She was well maintained and had a well-proportioned and strong figure. Even when she exerted force, the lines of her muscles could be faintly seen.
It can be seen that this is a woman who exercises regularly and takes good care of herself.
However, when the woman stretched out her hand and hugged the light blue display screen, she saw scars on her strong wrists.
This is the mark left by her cutting her wrists.
"I never thought that the person who found my computer was a psychologist." Li Honghong smiled a little embarrassedly after calming down. "What a surprise."
When she smiled, there were faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but her smile was very bright.
"Is there any difference between a psychiatrist and other people?" Simon asked casually.
A hazy look appeared on Li Honghong's face. She nodded gently and then slowly told her own story.
That year, she was fifteen years old. The dramatic changes in her family caused her to be extremely depressed and her depression broke out.
Those were truly dark days. People around me didn't understand me, my friends urged me to be strong, and there were even some kind-hearted teachers who thought that harsh reprimands could cheer up this severely depressed girl.
But with depression, none of this works.
Li Honghong had been thinking about death for a long time. One day, she came across a book about depression in the school library.
From that book, she learned about psychologists and that there were people in this world who could help her, but the bad thing was... she couldn't find a psychologist in this city.
Every time she cut her wrists, she would be sent to the hospital and even stayed in a mental hospital for a period of time as if she were a lunatic.
Later, when she was released from the hospital, she felt pretty good that day because she had been taking Prozac for a month. She decided to sell her computer and start a new life.
She used the money from selling her computer, left the city, and went to the developed coastal areas at that time.
"I cut my wrists again a month after I stopped taking the medicine. I decided to see a psychiatrist..." Li Honghong's voice became low.
At that time, he was more like a charlatan than a psychiatrist.
Li Honghong didn’t know how many “doctors” she had consulted. Many of the so-called “doctors” just told her to be strong and brave...one even seduced her into bed.
Depression brings great pain, but these so-called "psychologists" bring despair.
Before Li Honghong was 25 years old, she relied on taking medicine to relieve her symptoms.
I never dared to stop taking alprazolam, clozapine, and Prozac. After taking the pills, my head felt numb, and I couldn't feel pain, nor could I feel the happiness and joy that a normal person should have.
I just live like a zombie, and I have no idea what life is.
"Then what happened to you later..." Simon could understand Li Honghong's feelings very well.
After all, twenty years ago, the domestic psychological industry was practically non-existent. It was a mess, and it was difficult to find a reliable doctor. Being able to take medicine was considered a great achievement.
"Later, I was completely desperate and returned to this city ready to die. So I chose a residential building and prepared to jump. At that time, a man happened to be on the roof hanging clothes, and he saved me with a few words." Li Honghong narrated slowly.
That was the first real psychiatrist she met.
After a long period of despair and darkness, a ray of light shines into the heart.
The man, holding a basin of clothes, said slowly, "Death is quite refreshing. The wind is blowing right beside your ears. It may be the happiest moment in a person's life."
Li Honghong suddenly didn't want to die anymore because someone understood her feelings at that moment.
Since then, she has started treatment, slowly stopped taking medication, found a job again, fell in love, finished treatment, got married, and had children.
"Are you asking me how I'm doing now?" Li Honghong smiled. "I'm doing pretty well. I have a job I love, a true love, and a healthy and lively son and daughter. My son is ten years old, and my daughter is five and a half."
Li Honghong's smile was bright and her eyes were sparkling, full of life's strength and joy.
"It seems you've recovered," Simon said. "Congratulations, but I want to ask, if... I mean if, if your husband were to cheat on you and you were left with nothing but family and relatives overnight, would you still... would you still..."
Simon didn't know how to put it. He was worried that if he spoke too rashly, he would hurt Li Honghong, a former depression patient.
But Li Honghong didn't mind. She smiled, brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead, and said, "Of course not. Because the person I met was a real psychiatrist. He not only cured the disease, but also reshaped the personality, making people fearless in the face of any hardship, and filling their hearts with courage and strength. Many people know his name now, and I'm sure you are familiar with it too."
Li Honghong said a name. Simon was not unfamiliar with this name. Not only was he not unfamiliar with it, but he was also very familiar with it.
Li Honghong chatted with Simon for a while and then asked, "Doctor Simon, can I borrow your clinic for a while? I'd like to use my old computer and play the games I loved when I was young."
Simon quickly stood up: "Of course!"
One on the coffee table, quiet light blue, suddenly opened.
Its computer screen flashed, and the familiar scene appeared again.
The somewhat crude picture on the screen triggers the deepest friendship between the owner and the computer.
Li Honghong took a deep breath and then entered her username and password.
Simon walked out of the clinic. At this moment, the black cat on the top of the bookshelf completely gave up searching for the computer monster's soul, took back its own natal bead, quietly jumped off the bookshelf, and followed Simon out of the clinic.
Simon stood in the yard and called his teacher.
The little black cat scurried up Simon's trouser leg and onto his shoulder. He felt hurt after searching the soul land for a week and finding nothing. He needed to see a psychiatrist for treatment.
After a few beeps, the phone was connected.
The person on the other end sounded arrogant and unreasonable: "If you have something to say, say it now. If you have to fart, fart now. My time is money!"
Simon said, "Teacher...I met the patient you treated today."
The veteran driver on the other end of the line said nonchalantly, "Oh, I've had a relapse and came to see you? You're courting death, trying to steal my business!"
Simon said, "No, no... Yes, I think she's doing fine now. She doesn't know about our relationship... I think being a psychologist is very meaningful. It's about curing illnesses and saving lives, and it can help them throughout their lives."
The veteran driver said: "It's just about making money to eat, don't think of this industry as something so noble."
Simon was a little speechless.
After a while, he asked, "Teacher, don't you want to know the current condition of the patient named Li Honghong?"
The veteran driver crashed his car: "Who? Who is Li Honghong? Oh, I've received so many patients, can you please not mention names to me? How can I remember them? It's more reliable to talk about medical records..."
Simon: "Depression that led to suicide by slitting one's wrists."
“Many people commit suicide by cutting their wrists!”
"You said you took medicine for several years... No way, teacher, you really don't remember?"
The veteran driver taught the new student: "I only remember those who paid more and had more unusual cases. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first. Chatting with me for an hour starts at 800 yuan. I've already talked to you a lot for free..."
"Teacher, please don't be so realistic..."
"Life is so realistic. By the way, next time you come to me for supervision, I will charge extra!" Then, the savior in Li Honghong's heart, the truly great doctor, hung up the toll-free phone directly.
Simon stared blankly at the beeping sound coming from his phone, feeling that he could hardly understand the life of an experienced driver.
But Lord Demon understands the feelings of this old driver very well.
Yes, most little demons would remember very clearly the time, place, who they killed, what moves they used, and what treasures they took. They would never forget. Those little demons were very idealistic and ambitious, wanting to turn all living beings upside down and overturn the world!
But Ming Huan, who had become the Demon Lord, had long forgotten how many people he had killed and how many treasures he had robbed. He really couldn't remember how many he robbed every day! Now, the only thing he could remember was the computer monster's soul land, because it was so strange.
"Your Majesty!" At this moment, the six shadow guards finally lived up to their responsibility and got the news about the computer monster.
"This is a new type of monster. It's really strange. I can't explain it for the time being. We caught a newly formed rat monster. It said it knows a lot about computers."
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