Chapter 2324: Psychic Assault (10)

Chapter 2355: Psychic Assault (Ten)

"I worked overtime until very late yesterday. I'm going back to sleep. Delis, please arrange for someone to check on the patients we've been in contact with recently and ask about their conditions. Just leave the records on my desk. I'll be back before dinner."

Schiller took out the pen from his white coat pocket and nodded to the senior sister. The black-haired girl smiled at him and made a gesture to ensure that the task was completed.

"Working overtime until late?" Charles looked at Schiller's back with some doubts. He said, "Didn't we leave at 10 o'clock yesterday?"

"The doctor's work and rest schedule is very normal. To be more precise, it's normal to the point of being abnormal." Delis put away her pen and looked back and forth between Charles and David. She said, "Your eyes are very similar. Are you brothers or relatives?"

David shook his head silently. Delis didn't ask much. She said, "There are a lot of people on business trips recently. We are short of staff. Because of the nature of our department, most of the patients we come into contact with are not in the undergraduate inpatient department. The farthest one may be in the fourth inpatient department. Who of you is willing to go?"

"I'll go." David stood up and said, "Anyway, no matter how far it is, it's the same to me. Give me his house number and name."

"Oh, that won't work." Delis shook her head and said, "I'll help you make an appointment in the system, and then you go to the front desk to check. The nurse will tell you which ward he is in. Call his name first when you go in. If she ignores you, go to the nurse and resident doctor on duty."

"To prevent impersonation?" Charles asked.

"To prevent someone from having ulterior motives." Delis sighed and said, "There are always some weird people pretending to be doctors and nurses, you know, the FBI and so on."

After David left, Charles looked at her and asked, "What about me? Where should I go?"

"I heard from Dr. Schiller that you are more inclined to academic research, so I want to save you some time. You can go to the obstetrics and gynecology inpatient department near here to see the lady who received intervention yesterday."

"Ms. Lisa?"

"Yes, but you have to be careful. Her husband is very emotional and cries easily. The nurses in that ward are tired of coaxing him. You can help them out."

Charles nodded and left without saying anything. Dr. Mela's eyes were always glued to his back, but Charles was anxious to see Lisa and didn't notice it.

Charles came to the corner of the corridor again yesterday. After listening for a long time, he found that there was no movement inside. He called a nurse and asked her. Only then did he know that they went for a walk in the yard.

Patients in hospital gowns gathered in groups around the fountain to watch the water, and some were accompanied by their families for a walk. Charles found Lisa and her husband Oaks in a wheelchair under a big tree in the corner of the garden.

Lisa was holding a cat in her arms, a long-haired ragdoll cat. She kept stroking its ears and head, and Oaks grinned.

But the good times didn't last long. As soon as Charles came down, the sky started to blow. It was early autumn in New York, and although it was not completely cold, the wind was chilly.

The nurse began to drive people into the building. Lisa didn't want to leave, because once she went back, she would have to put the cat down. She leaned against the tree and showed resistance, but the nurse didn't have that much patience and just asked her husband to persuade her to go back quickly.

In fact, Oaks also hoped that Lisa would go back as soon as possible. It was a miracle that she could appear outdoors in a wheelchair now. This was because he had contacted the Women's Federation before and learned about Lisa's serious condition. He specially approved a healing serum for her, so that the wound could heal so quickly.

But Lisa's physical condition is still not good. The healing serum consumes her physical strength, but her mental illness troubles her, making her sleepless for several nights. At this time, she is pale and weak, as if she will faint at any time.

From Charles' perspective, Lisa is even more pitiful. She curled up in a wheelchair and hugged the cat tightly, crying helplessly, and blinking constantly in the wind, and her lips were almost bloodless.

Charles had to walk up and say hello to Oaks. Oaks had seen him. Schiller brought Charles with him when he talked to Oaks that day.

"Oh my God, Dr. Charles, are you here for rounds? I'm so sorry, we should wait for you in the room."

"No, it's okay." Charles turned to look at Lisa, and Lisa suddenly waved and hit Charles' thigh on the side, pushing him out. Oaks was stunned.

"Hey, Lisa, don't do this, God, I'm so sorry."

"I don't want to go back." Lisa said, "You want to take it away, I won't let you take it away."

This lady is obviously a little mentally ill, Charles can see it without reading her mind, it seems that pets are not a good way to heal her, what should I do now?

Lisa is a patient after all, and she didn't use any strength when she pushed, but Charles still took a few steps back, and then he tried to persuade her with the method in the textbook.

"Ma'am, calm down, take a deep breath, you are now in the inpatient department of obstetrics and gynecology at New York Presbyterian Hospital, this is your husband, and I am an intern, we are all taking care of you, you are safe."

"There is nothing wrong with your cat. It is healthy and in your arms. No one wants to hurt it or take it away from you."

"We just want..."

"You took everything from me." Lisa screamed, "My child's heartbeat, his life and soul, my body, my family, everything I have, give them back to me."

Lisa began to scream incoherently, her voice was sharp and urgent, completely covering Charles' voice, and he was sure that the lady could not hear anything now.

"Did she take the medicine?" Charles looked at Oaks and asked.

"Obviously not." Oaks shook his head and said, "We have no way to get her to take the medicine. The nurse said that she should consider referring her to the psychiatric department after she gets better."

"I'm not going anywhere." Lisa began to mutter, "My children are here, all my children, Donna, Dudu, they are all here, I will guard them here, and I won't let you take it away again..."

The grammar is confused, the part of speech is unclear, and the personal pronouns are switched back and forth. It is unclear which one is referring to. This is a sign that the language system is beginning to be confused, which is a great omen.

Charles became somewhat helpless. He can indeed analyze other people's brains well when writing papers and combine them with various psychological theories, but all these theories do not include how to use words to comfort a patient who is ill.

Seeing Lisa getting more and more excited, Charles still invaded her brain, and then was almost shaken by those chaotic and disordered thoughts.

He had studied the inner world of mental patients before, but that was when their mental state was relatively stable. It was a big shock to him to suddenly access the mind of a patient in the onset period.

It was too painful. Charles felt the same way about Lisa at this moment.

One perspective correctly understood the world. She should give the cats to her husband, and he would take good care of them. She felt very cold and should return to the warm and comfortable ward, have a good sleep, and everything would be over.

But the other perspective was not like this. Her child cried loudly when he fell to the ground. With a purple and blue face stained with blood, he asked her with a hideous expression why she let them take him away. Then the cat's face gradually overlapped with the child's face. They began to ask non-stop, and kept asking, repeating, repeating, and repeating...

"Enough."

With a swish, the second illusion completely disappeared. When Charles exhaled, he found that his forehead was cold. He sweated a lot, all because he was scared when he was brought into Lisa's perspective.

Lisa calmed down.

Of course, Charles directly deleted his second illusion perspective, and now only the normal perspective is left.

The lady acted very confused, but she slowly handed the cat in her hand to her husband.

Oaks was surprised and happy. He took the cat and gently put it back in the airline bag. He and Charles pushed Lisa back to the ward. She even drank a glass of water and took medicine, and fell asleep soon.

"God, I didn't expect this treatment to be so effective." Outside the ward, Oaks looked at Charles gratefully and said, "To some extent, you are also the key, doctor, you convinced Lisa."

In fact, I didn't, Charles thought, but from Oaks' perspective, Charles said a few words to Lisa and asked her to go back to the ward to take medicine and sleep obediently. He was simply a miracle doctor.

Charles looked at the sleeping Lisa and immediately realized one thing, either don't do it, or do it thoroughly, otherwise they will definitely realize that something is wrong.

Charles's deletion action just now could not be said to be gentle, but more based on his own self-protection mechanism. Although the deletion was very clean, it was a bit too clean for ordinary people. He suspected that Lisa would not remember that she had lost a child after waking up.

If she really lost her memory, the hospital would definitely investigate, and he would be blamed at that time. If it was traced back to Dr. Schiller, the plan to get closer to him would be completely ruined.

Charles sighed, and he invaded Lisa's brain again, and began to modify her memory and emotions, and then processed Oakes' memory to make it more reasonable.

However, the medical staff who had seen him along the way and the nurse who was stopped by him to ask about the situation also had real memories, so they had to be modified, and they had to be adjusted in the same direction, and there could be no contradictions.

After standing in front of Lisa's door for a long time, Charles finally finished the modification and breathed a sigh of relief, but then he walked around a corner and saw a figure standing in front of the window waiting for him.

"Doctor Mela?" Charles looked at Mela and said.

"Yes." Mela turned around and looked at Charles with a gentle expression, which made Charles feel relieved. He actually felt a little guilty, as if he had just done something bad and ran into the dean.

"You are a psychic, right?" Mela asked straight to the point.

Charles nodded, and was not very surprised. Schiller had hinted that Mela might have the same ability as him when they met that day.

"I come from a monastery at the foot of the Himalayas. My ability is telepathy. No, it's not mind reading. You can think of it as a kind of meditative magic. It's not innate, but acquired through practice."

Charles frowned slightly, but did not refute. He knew that this possibility existed. Some magicians could also read minds.

"Only sensing?" Charles asked. His focus was on whether Mela could directly intervene in the mind and control the brain of a person like him.

"No, far inferior to you." Meera shook her head and said, "I can only understand some when I concentrate. If I want to go deeper, I need to enter into a state of concentration and meditation for a long time."

Then he looked up at Charles and said, "I was not a very pious person when I was young. I took too many detours. This is why I chose to devote all my energy to practicing this ability."

"I know you must have the best intentions to help people relieve their suffering. You think this is God's will. You are just acting on behalf of a mission that humans cannot accomplish."

"But it would be great if ordinary people were a race that could be interfered with and transformed so easily. They are too complicated to be easily understood. If you want to do something, think twice before you act."