Chapter 69 Psychological Problems
Under the steel bridge, the clear river flows slowly.
Lu Bai walked on the bridge with leisurely steps.
It was still early anyway, and he was in no hurry to rush to school.
Ignoring the depressing feeling caused by unreality, it’s not bad to take a look at this artificial scenery.
After all, in a sense, these landscapes actually don’t have much of an audience.
People of the upper class have their own places to spend time and will not wander around livable cities at all.
The people at the bottom are busy making a living, so instead of going out to see this false nature, they might as well take this time to carry a few more bags of cement.
Anyway, if you want to feel the real nature, there are many in the Death Arena.
Perhaps, we can understand why Xiao Xueyin and Liu Yue traveled around with revenge in the second half of the death match.
Stop and go along the way.
The thirty-minute journey took Lu Bai almost an hour.
Walking on the road, you can see the outline of the campus in the distance.
The green plants and wide avenues that can be seen everywhere on the campus are completely different from the reinforced concrete of the livable city.
It’s hard to imagine that the two are only one kilometer apart.
From this most basic comparison, we can see how high the social status of the death fighters is.
You must know that reserve forces such as students are not yet real death fighters in nature.
Lu Bai stood in front of the school's main entrance, recalling how crowded his residence was, and sighed inwardly.
Regardless of whether he accepts it or not, he has already come to this world.
“Let’s start by improving the quality of life.”
After that, he walked towards the school while thinking about how to show his changes reasonably.
It was not long before eight o'clock. I saw students on the roadside walking in a hurry, and some even started running.
but,
"Are you Lu Bai?" A student with a flat head who was originally squatting by the flower bed suddenly stood up.
Lu Bai asked in surprise: "Who is Lu Bai?"
The flat-headed student was stunned and scratched the back of his head: "I admit my mistake, I'm sorry."
Lu Bai smiled back at the flat-headed student, and then walked away as if nothing had happened.
He could clearly tell that the crew-cut student had never seen him before. In this case, it was probably Fan Ding and the others who were still unconvinced and were still shaking people off.
…
In the neat psychological consultation room, a woman in her thirties wearing a white coat sat opposite Lu Bai and adjusted the square-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose.
"Hello, Lu Bai, don't be nervous. I'm just asking you a few simple questions as usual."
Lu Bai nodded, looking very relaxed.
It's not that I care about him in particular.
In fact, after each round of deathmatch, the school will arrange for a psychologist to conduct one-on-one psychological consultation with each student.
Objectively assess whether this death-match duel has had an impact on the students' mental health.
In fact, normally speaking, the psychological consultation session should have taken place yesterday.
But at that time, Liang Fuzhong thought that Lu Bai was still in a confused state, and it was completely meaningless to seek psychological counseling in that state, so he simply exempted him from the party.
Unexpectedly, early this morning, Liang Fuzhong somehow learned from Fan Ding that Lu Bai had returned to normal in the death arena. Since such a thing happened, he had to make up for this process both emotionally and rationally.
"Are you satisfied with your current life?"
"satisfy."
"Pfft~Brother Lu Bai, is it okay if I call you this? Just treat it as chatting with your sister, and your answers don't need to be so formal."
"OK."
"Okay, let's start with the next question. When you were eliminated in the death match, did you have any psychological shadow of death?" "No."
Lu Bai put his hands on his knees and sat upright, giving people a very well-behaved feeling.
Mental health assessments like this are conducted at regular intervals, and any changes in students need to be taken seriously to rule out any unstable factors.
The psychiatrist crossed out "treat people sincerely" in his notebook and re-wrote "unwilling to express true thoughts".
After a moment of silence, the psychiatrist decided to talk to Lu Bai about old times first, trying to open Lu Bai's psychological defense from the side.
She took out a medical record sheet from her document bag and handed it to Lu Bai: "Do you remember Fu Chun? I heard that he was your deskmate before."
"Impressed."
Lu Bai took the medical record and glanced at the photo on it. Well, he really didn't recognize it.
"Do you know why I didn't give him antidepressants before he was kicked out of school?"
"The maximum therapeutic dose of escitalopram is 20mg. Long-term use of antidepressants is not recommended for patients with bipolar disorder, and the simultaneous use of two or more antidepressants is not recommended."
The psychiatrist's mouth twitched and he pulled the medical record back from Lu Bai's hand.
She took a deep breath and said solemnly: "I'm here to help you, but first you have to cooperate with me. Don't be like classmate Fu. Don't resist. Believe first."
"Okay." A kind smile appeared on Lu Bai's face.
…
"Last question, will you give up becoming a Death Fighter?"
"Won't."
Seeing that Lu Bai was still concise and to the point, the psychiatrist looked at the small notebook in his hand with some embarrassment.
After half an hour of questioning, she didn't know whether she should submit the new evaluation report.
It is true that judging from the evaluation results of this answer, he is an excellent Death Fighter embryo.
But the problem is that Lu Bai's previous mental health evaluation was not like this at all.
It's like a different person.
As the saying goes, a country is easy to change but its nature is hard to change. How could such a big change be caused after a ten-day battle to the death?
Thinking of this, the psychiatrist quickly wrote down a paragraph in his notebook, "The possibility of multiple personalities cannot be ruled out, and it is recommended to focus on observation."
…
Click~
As soon as Lu Bai opened the door, he saw a figure standing outside the psychological consultation room.
"Instructor Liang?"
"I prefer to hear you call me teacher."
Liang Fuzhong made a joke and then asked: "What did the psychiatrist say?"
While he was talking, he also made a gesture of walking with him.
Lu Bai did not refuse and followed Liang Fuzhong walking down the winding corridor: "The doctor said there is nothing wrong."
Liang Fuzhong was noncommittal and turned to another topic.
"Classmate Fan Ding said that you regained consciousness very early. Is this true?"
"That's right."
Seeing Lu Bai's direct admission, Liang Fuzhong was a little puzzled: "Then why did you pretend..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly frowned slightly.
Because he realized a possibility, maybe Lu Bai would regain consciousness even earlier?
In his impression, Lu Bai was an honest child who didn't even know how to curse.
What's the reason for doing this?
"Is it not an accident that you drowned the day before? Tell me honestly, are you guarding against someone?"
(End of chapter)