Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Psychiatrists and psychiatrists are not the same profession.

When facing patients, the former will tell you how to adjust your mental state, and if it is more serious, you will be advised to take medicine.

In more serious cases, you may be advised to see a psychiatrist.

The difference between a psychiatrist and a psychologist is that the former will face more patients with more complicated conditions, and the mental state of these patients is basically in a "pathological" state.

The so-called lesions refer to very human values, three views, world outlook, self-cognition, etc...

Hmm... In terms of treatment methods, the latter will be more straightforward...

Therefore, when he learned that Du Wei was a psychiatrist, Dean Taylor's expression was a little strange.

She coughed and said, "If you weren't an exorcist, I would have thought you were applying for the hospital."

Du Wei didn't answer the call, and followed Dean Taylor silently under his umbrella.

He was thinking about the psychiatric hospital and the patient squatting next to the electric barrier machine.

On a rainy day, a mental patient was outside in the rain, and judging from his appearance, his perception of the outside world was also distorted.

No matter how careless the medical staff is, they will not let such a patient stay in the rainstorm.

"It's weird..."

Du Wei said something to himself silently in his heart, while keeping a distance from Dean Taylor.

He doesn't like to get too close to strangers, especially in places like mental hospitals.

At this time, Dean Taylor suddenly turned his head and said: "By the way, you are also a member of the church. Although I have little contact with people like you, there is no need to be so unfamiliar. I have always disliked the dean." call."

This sentence is very inexplicable...

Therefore, Du Wei also pretended to be surprised and asked: "Isn't your position the dean? Why do you hate it?"

Dean Taylor sighed and said, "Because I was the only one who remained human in the fire that year."

Du Wei nodded apologetically: "I'm sorry,

I don't know about your past, if that's the case, shall I call you Mrs. Taylor? "

Mrs. Taylor smiled and said, "Of course, although my husband died in ten years."

Du Wei also smiled, but became vigilant in his heart.

This Mrs. Taylor's behavior seemed very inexplicable, as if she was trying to imply something.

Something to do with nuns?

He thought for a while and denied the answer in his heart.

Du Wei himself was infected with the nun's curse, and no one knew the feeling of terror and despair better than him.

Even though he has maintained a calm and rational state, his spirit has been tense.

Relatively speaking, if Mrs. Taylor is related to a nun, it is absolutely impossible for her not to be infected with the curse, let alone live such a "comfortable" life.

So... what exactly is she trying to express?

Du Wei's eyes became slightly indifferent, but there was still no change on his face.

...

ten minutes later.

Dean Mrs. Taylor brought Du Wei to the place where he lived.

Hmm... It's on a separate floor where the medical staff live, and the next floor is where the mentally ill live.

The two sat for a while, and then began to chat.

Du Wei was the first to ask, "Mrs. Taylor, from what I've seen, the Hill Psychiatric Hospital doesn't seem to have too many medical staff?"

Just now, when he was going upstairs, he secretly looked at the situation in the corridor, and he rarely saw trash cans or traces of people living there.

Mrs. Taylor replied: "Yes, this is a suburb, and few doctors are willing to work here, and the image left by the previous fires is not very good, you should understand?"

Du Wei nodded and said, "I probably know a little bit, so how many medical staff are there in the hospital now?"

Mrs. Taylor coughed and said, "Including me, there are 19 people, but some of them have irregular working hours, so you probably won't meet them."

After finishing speaking, she said again: "Okay, I'm a little tired, I have to go back to rest, and the hospital will close in about an hour. If James and the others don't arrive by then, please help open the door."

Du Wei hummed and said, "Of course."

Seeing this, Mrs. Taylor stopped staying, got up and walked out staggeringly.

After she left, Du Wei instantly recovered his calm appearance.

He first looked around.

The room that has been tidied up has some old tables and chairs, but fortunately, it has been cleaned and looks very clean.

In addition, there is an air conditioner hanging above the bed, and the whole room is very simple.

The most important thing is that the windows are large. Although the sky outside is gloomy, it seems that the interior is not as dark as imagined.

So Du Wei walked to the window.

At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the bean-sized rain hit the glass, making a tick-tick sound, which was a little noisy.

Looking around, the iconic bell tower with a strong church style is directly opposite.

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Taylor, the dean, appeared in Du Wei's sight.

Holding an umbrella, she walked in the rain with difficulty, facing the clock tower.

"This dean is very wrong."

Du Wei watched Mrs. Taylor walk into the clock tower coldly, and said something in a low voice.

The appearance of a church-style bell tower building in a psychiatric hospital is already very strange. It is far-fetched and can be explained by the fact that it was a church.

But the dean of the psychiatric hospital used the excuse that he wanted to rest, but ended up in the clock tower, which is completely unreasonable.

If she didn't lie, it can only be said that she lived in the clock tower all year round and lived in it.

"Then what is her starting point? The evil spirit?"

"But I didn't find any traces of evil spirits..."

"Maybe, I should go out and see..."

...

16:23.

Ryan was probing his patients in the corridors of the psychiatric hospital as usual.

In about half an hour, the hospital will close. To put it simply, when it is time to get off work, after eating a working meal, he will choose to return to a separate room to maintain a good work and rest habit.

But today, he met a strange male patient.

Wearing a black windbreaker, he rarely showed any expression. Most importantly, the man's eyes were always so calm that it seemed like a pool of stagnant water.

"Mr. Du Wei, I probably already understand your condition, and there is nothing serious about it. I suggest you take more medicine, and then go back to your room and take a good rest, just like me."

Speaking, Ryan pointed to his head: "Eat on time and rest on time, you will find that the world is beautiful, but if you don't eat and rest on time, then you will fall into distress."

"It's called anxiety, it's a very serious disease, but I'm very powerful, I'm the most professional psychiatrist in New York, so please cooperate with me... Wait, where are you going, it's going to be dark soon Now, you must go back to your ward!"