Chapter 900 Doctor Veela

Blood Moon Kingdom, Kaimon University Hospital.

In the waiting area of ​​the psychiatry department, Teresa was nervously waiting for her number to be called.

Before going in, she once again checked whether the peripherals in the chip on the back of her neck were operating correctly: spell trace module, recording module, personality shift module, cranial nerve examination module...

These modules can determine whether her soul, brain, and heart have been deconstructed in a miraculous and intrusive manner, but she is not trying to prevent danger, but to record the crimes for reporting.

Yes, Teresa does not have a mental illness, and she is not here for medical treatment, but to reveal the true face of the black doctor.

In the Blood Moon Kingdom, psychotherapists are an indispensable and important position in society, but because patients need to open their hearts to psychotherapists, the risk is even higher than a patient lying on the operating table waiting to be disemboweled—— As long as the psychotherapist has the slightest evil intention, he can enslave the patient to get whatever he wants.

"Mind control" is a crime clearly defined in the criminal law in the Blood Moon Kingdom. Psychotherapists are among the most vulnerable areas. In addition, they are business executives, university professors, politicians, etc., because this crime targets people with resources. The mental enslavement of the "people without resources" by those who follow them is the "power distribution resources", while the psychotherapists control the "knowledge resources".

At least a dozen psychotherapists are arrested every year for crossing restricted areas. The most famous mind control criminal in recent years is the former mayor of Kemon City, Fei Nanxue. After he died in the prison escape incident, it was revealed that he used mind control to force people to His subordinates committed various corruption crimes; secondly, there was the famous fraudster Igula. Nearly thirty important people in society lost their fortunes because of him. There were even rumors that the Blood Maniac Hunter of the Moon Shadow Clan was harboring him, and he is still on the run to this day.

Therefore, the professional standards of psychotherapists are extremely strict, and the most stringent one is "magic prescription". If a psychotherapist wants to use magical miracles on patients, they must go through various levels of approval and record them, and must turn on the medical recorder to monitor the entire process. Any magical miracles that are not reported are serious violations.

Teresa came here this time just to expose the illegal use of miracles by black doctors during the treatment process.

Because her college friend Norma developed obvious symptoms of mental control after being treated by black doctors. Not only did she stop eating her favorite Snow White candy, but she also stopped eating cakes three times a week. She even began to think about research institutes. Is the recruitment exam not suitable for you? This is simply crazy. Entering a graduate school and becoming a blood saint is the ultimate goal of all students. Who doesn't want to be a graduate student?

But Norma said that she could no longer bear cautious interpersonal interactions and was not interested in academics. She hoped to develop into the physical arts and gun arts factions, and perhaps become a blood-crazy hunter in the future. As a result, Teresa became more and more certain that she was being controlled by her mind - she, a human woman weighing less than 100 pounds, actually wanted to develop into physical art and gunslinging? Still want to become a bloody hunter? Is this meant to arouse the prisoner's animal desires?

It’s not like Ni Ka doesn’t have role-playing, so why did she get into it?

From Norma's mouth, Teresa discovered that her change was due to finding a new psychotherapist. After a little investigation, she found out that he was an intern doctor in the affiliated hospital who had recently become famous, and she was also their college senior sister.

But when she investigated further, she was immediately shocked by the influence of this black doctor - a secret support group for this black doctor was actually formed in the university, and the members were all patients who had been treated by the black doctor!

This is proper mind control!

The next step is to form a cult, and the method is exactly the same as that of the cult leader who was arrested half a year ago!

In order to break her friend's mental control, and to eradicate this kind of criminal elements, Teresa went deep into the tiger's den without hesitation, trying to expose the evil true face of the black doctor!

"No. 31, Theresa Hoyle, Clinic 2."

Theresa took a deep breath, opened the door to the consulting room and entered.

It was different from the psychotherapy rooms she had seen before. In addition to the regular desks and heated beauty beds, the inside was surprisingly warm. There were cacti on the desks, beanbags, ergonomic chairs, rocking chairs, and swings in the corners. , there is even a Throne of Swords that seems to have been brought out of a movie and TV show. Almost everything in the world that can sit and lie on is here.

The Veela behind the desk was typing and eating fruit cake. She didn't even look at Teresa and said casually: "Sit wherever you want."

He didn't look at me, deliberately suppressed my momentum, and started to control my mind from the moment I walked in... Theresa picked the swing and sat down, thinking to herself.

"Does it look familiar? This is a replica of the swing in the nursing home. I would swing for a few minutes before getting off work." Dr. Veela glanced at her and smiled: "Have you gone back to see Aunt Beryl recently? She is still Do you take leave every Friday to go to the casino?”

"Why?"

"I am also a graduate of the Hoyle Nursery." Veela giggled and said, "I can tell just by looking at your last name."

Only then did Theresa realize that she and this black doctor had the same last name!

"I," Teresa stammered, "I haven't been back recently... I don't like Director Beren very much."

"It's normal. Who would like that old witch except someone who likes to tell stories?" Veela pouted, raised her hands, stretched heavily, and purred like a cat: "I'm so happy to meet someone from the nursing home. Sister...no, this is a hospital, it doesn’t seem to be something to be happy about, right?"

Teresa took one look at the powerful body curve under the Veela's white coat and immediately blushed and lowered her head. Her heart was pounding. Even a woman couldn't stop it - why is it so long? Had plastic surgery? But no beauty salon has given such a perfect template!

It must be a miracle!

He actually uses miracles to enhance his physical charm. It's so cunning and Veela... Speaking of which, I've never been to Chaka. How about I give it a try in a few days?

"Want to eat cake?"

The Veela suddenly appeared in front of her, handed out a triangular fruit cake, and said seriously: "This is a cake from Lydia Cake Workshop. The cream is milk cream, not plant cream, and the fruit slices are all fresh and super sweet. The taste is rich and layered, and the only disadvantage is that you will easily gain weight after eating it, so you can only eat one piece!"

The smell of the cake + the nagging of the Veela + only one piece was allowed to be eaten. Teresa ate it in her mouth in a daze, and she didn't wake up until she was halfway through the meal - No, what if there was a brainwashing agent hidden in the cake? This Veela is so cunning, does she actually cast spells indirectly through food?

"Because the last patient's birthday is today, I quickly ordered a cake to celebrate. I usually don't eat in the clinic, but you have eaten now. We are already accomplices. You can't report me!"

The Veela sat on the swing next to her, her black stockings legs together, and she giggled.

"Birthday?" Theresa blinked.

"It's the day when everyone is born. They have to eat cake to celebrate. If possible, put a number of candles equal to their age on the cake. After blowing them out, you can close your eyes and make a wish. Others should sing 'birthday to you' next to them. hapiness'……"

"Then what?" Teresa felt like she was about to catch Veela's incriminating evidence. "After completing this ritual, what will happen next?"

"The next step is to eat the cake with your friends." Veela spread her hands, "enjoying the deliciousness of the cake together."

"Ah? Then what's the significance of this ceremony?"

"The significance of this ceremony is to let everyone know that they are important and that the day they were born is a festival worth celebrating." Veela tilted her head: "Many problems of modern people are actually caused by not being selfish enough."

Theresa simply suspected that she had heard wrongly: "Not selfish enough?"

Aren’t the entire Blood Moon now exquisite egoists? If even this is not selfish enough, then how much selfishness does it have to be? Is it my fault that the state didn’t assign me a dedicated butler?

"Many people now say it's selfish, but it's just following the crowd." Veela said: "Go to whatever major can make you money, watch whatever movies and TV series are popular, and keep tattoos if they are popular. ...Money, appearance, personality, ranking, all of these are ultimately about gaining the approval of others, not because of your own preferences."

Teresa couldn't help but shake her head: "But these days, I studied the wrong major and entered the wrong industry. Not only did I have no chance to join a research institute, but my income was not even as good as a part-time job in tea and coffee. Which of the basic necessities of life is free? In order to make money, choose Isn't it natural that a more promising route should be taken? I got the lowest score and entered Cammon Comprehensive University. Although I prefer earth magic, when I was changing my major, I kept praying, "No earth magic, no earth magic". This is because of the current national construction. Exploiting resources in remote areas is hard and tiring, and earth magic is no longer as popular as it was a few decades ago."

"Then what major did you go to?" Veela asked.

"Earth magic." Teresa said depressedly: "So I must be admitted to the institute and become a blood saint. Otherwise, I will either go to the mountainous area with the engineering team for development, or I will have to undergo plastic surgery and go to Chaka."

"Why can't I do something more ordinary? The money may not be that much, but it won't be so tiring either."

"Because I have to eat seven packs of moon candy every day, go to Nicai four times a week, and buy clothes, etc., and a career with little money can't support my hobbies at all.

"But those of yours are not hobbies, those of yours are just desires." Veela smiled gently and said: "I am not blaming you. Desire is the easiest way to relieve our fatigue. The physiological structure of all intelligent creatures is like this. You are already very If you don’t fill your tired and empty moments with passion, you won’t be able to bear it. Even the warmth of a stranger is better than a cold quilt.”

Teresa was startled, and she subconsciously wanted to refute, but Veela's clear and gentle eyes dispelled all the hostility rising in her heart.

"True selfishness is not needing approval from others for anything you do, just doing what you like, finding and staying in your own comfort zone." Veela said: "Never give others the right to evaluate yourself."

Theresa shook her head slightly and bit her lower lip: "But..."

"But it makes you feel uncomfortable if others look down on you. But if you don't have money, you can't afford what you want. I understand." Veela wiped the cream from the corner of her mouth, "Our education is like this. Discrimination is not allowed, but Discrimination is everywhere. Competition is not recommended, but competition is everywhere. The losers are trampled to the dust, the winners are not allowed to stop for a moment, the strong are not allowed to show their cowardice, and the weak are not allowed to cry..."

"Children are the most selfish. They cry when they are hungry, they cry when they are in pain, they cry when they are lonely, and they cry when they are noisy. In fact, we have not become adults, we just cannot continue to be children."

"But at least here, you can be a child for a while." The Veela swung hard on the swing and said with a smile, "Theresa, do you want another piece of cake?"

At some point, Teresa’s eyes were filled with tears. She nodded heavily and couldn't help but recall her date of birth.