"Use methods similar to forbidden ruins and forbidden objects to separate the two without hurting the soul." Dr. Li pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Of course, I don't know the specific details. After all,
I have never met such a patient, I can only talk about it on paper."
"Okay." Lin Qiye sighed.
Lin Qiye had already thought of this method to separate the two souls from one body and make them two independent individuals. However, this method of separating souls without harm is not something that can be obtained casually.
A few special forbidden ruins and forbidden objects can do this, but the forbidden objects cannot be brought into the mental hospitals of the gods...
It is destined to be a difficult and long process to completely cure Brachi and Eden.
"However, I think that since there is no rejection between these two souls, there is no problem in not separating them for a short period of time. However, there is one more thing that must be paid attention to, and that is their mental state." Dr. Li added.
"Two souls living in the same body for a long time will bring more or less potential mental pressure to each other. Timely relief is very necessary. It is best to let the two souls tolerate each other to avoid the occurrence of mental rejection.
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Lin Qiye frowned slightly and nodded in understanding.
To be honest, he didn't quite understand what Dr. Li said, and he had no idea how to "explain" it. After all, he was just a half-baked doctor who had become a monk on the way, and he couldn't be as professional as Dr. Li.
Doctor Li saw Lin Qiye's expression and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Your case is too rare and the angle is tricky. I don't recommend you to study this issue too deeply... But if you are really interested in the research of mental illness,
I can send you some of my notes, which record my experiences in studying mental illness over the years, which should be helpful to you."
Hearing these words, Lin Qiye's eyes lit up, "Thank you so much, Dr. Li."
Who is Dr. Li? He is the best psychiatrist in the whole of Daxia. For a half-hearted doctor like Lin Qiye, this note is naturally extremely precious. If he can understand it thoroughly, he should have no problem dealing with the few patients in the hospital.
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Lin Qiye chatted with Dr. Li for a while, then turned and returned to the room. About ten minutes later, a nurse walked in from outside holding a thick stack of notebooks.
"This is what Dr. Li asked me to bring to you." The nurse placed the notes on the ground, and the thick notes were placed heavily on the table with a dull sound.
Lin Qiye looked at the pile of notebooks, which was almost as tall as a person, and couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this too much?"
"How much? This is only one-tenth of Dr. Li's notes. He was afraid that you wouldn't be able to fit it in this room, so he asked me to send you one-tenth." The nurse said, "Why are you so ignorant of the world?"
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Lin Qiye:......
No wonder Dr. Li can become the best psychiatrist in Daxia at such a young age. Such hard work is really beyond the reach of ordinary people... I don’t know if the thick and dense hair on his head is fake.
…
Lin Qiye took out his stool, sat down at the table, looked at the pile of notebooks beside him, and fell into deep thought.
With so many notes, he definitely couldn't take them with him when he escaped from prison, but if he wanted to read them all and understand them thoroughly, he didn't know that he would have to wait until the end of the year, and these things couldn't be taken into the mental hospital of the gods...
Lin Qiye thought for a moment and had a countermeasure in mind.
Since he couldn't take these notes with him, he would copy them all in the Gods Mental Hospital. Anyway, he was trapped in this small room all day with nothing to do, so it was just a good way to pass the time.
…
The Asylum of the Gods.
Brachi sneakily poked his head out of the room, looked around, made sure no one was paying attention to him, then walked out quickly holding the harp in his hand.
He walked straight through the corridor on the second floor, walked tiptoeing up the stairs, glanced out from the corridor, and then quickly got into the first room next to the corridor.
Click!
The door is locked.
Wow!
The curtains are drawn.
Brachi sat alone in the dark room and let out a long sigh of relief...
He held the harp in his arms, with a touch of excitement in his eyes. He lowered his head and gently plucked the first string.
Ding--!
The crisp sound of the strings sounded, and Brachi immediately pressed the strings, and the sound stopped suddenly!
He walked to the window and lifted a corner of the curtain, and peeked out...
Well, no one heard it!
Brachi returned to his seat excitedly, cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and began to formally sing!
"Ah~ how..."
boom--!
Brachi choked.
The door was suddenly opened. Lin Qiye, who was wearing a white coat, stood at the door. He was stunned when he saw Brachi sitting in the corner of the dark room.
The two pairs of eyes stared at each other.
"Ah... ah... yawn!!" Brachi silently hid the harp behind his back and pretended to sneeze.
Lin Qiye's mouth twitched slightly, "...What are you doing in my dean's office?"
Brachi pondered for a moment, "Looking at you?"
"…"
Lin Qiye rolled his eyes and opened the door behind him, "I have to go to work. If you really want to recite poetry, ask Merlin to build a silencing barrier for you."
Brachi's eyes suddenly lit up!
He took out the harp from his back and ran out of the dean's office like a gust of wind, "Thank you, dean!"
"Wait a minute!" Lin Qiye suddenly spoke as if he thought of something.
Brachi stopped and turned around blankly.
"Have you ever felt uncomfortable with your body recently? For example, inexplicable fatigue or anxiety?" Lin Qiye asked, and then added, "It doesn't matter if you become extremely beautiful!"
Brachi was stunned and thought carefully, "No, I feel that I am energetic every day, and I seem to have endless enthusiasm to devote myself to poetry... It's just..."
"Just what?"
Brachi's eyes gradually dimmed. He looked at the harp in his hand. He was silent for a long time before he said in despair: "I miss my wife..."
Lin Qiye was stunned on the spot.
"Yes, I understand." After a moment, Lin Qiye slowly said, "Go, I have to work."
Lin Qiye walked into the room, opened the curtains, and saw Brachi outside the dean's room tightly holding the harp in his hands, like a frustrated boy, walking towards the distance dejectedly...
Lin Qiye sighed, returned to the table, sat down, and copied the first sentence on the white paper:
"A patient once asked me, is this world real? If we cannot be sure that it is real, how can we be sure that we exist?
This question is very interesting. I think it is not important whether the world is real or not. What is important is whether there have been some people and things that made us feel that even if the world is false...