Chapter 121 “Miss Psychiatrist”
When the fresh air and bright sky finally hit Duncan and his party after they exited the museum’s west wing, it was Shirley who cheered first: “Awesome! We’ve run out!”
Duncan originally wanted to comment on her quick change of attitude when the lady on his suddenly stirred—the woman finally woke up under the stimulation of the fresh air and the bumps along the way.
Without delay, he rapidly placed the person down.
As Heidi slowly came to, the first sensation that came to her was the severe pain on her forehead, followed closely by the incessant coughing caused by the small amount of smoke she inhaled. Eventually, the lady did clear up and realized she’s been rescued. There’s the bright sunlight and fresh air, a cue that she’s not trapped inside the museum.
“You’re awake.” Nina knelt down next to the lady and looked on with concern, “How are you feeling? Does it hurt?”
“Headache… It was you who saved me?” Heidi’s eyes finally managed to focus and adjust to the bright outdoor light, “Ah, it’s the two girls…”
“You know us?” Shirley was taken aback and subconsciously said.
“We don’t know each other, but I remember seeing you in the museum,” Heidi shook her head, sitting up and looking around, “Ahem… this is…”
“You were knocked out. Me and Shirley dragged you to safety, and then my uncle rushed into the fire to save us, so we brought you out too. You’re safe now,” Nina said quickly.
“Uncle… Ah, is this the gentleman? Thank you…” Heidi’s eyes quickly fell on Duncan, and then she stood up vigorously while speaking as if wanting to give her gratitude. However, that didn’t work because she nearly fell over again.
“You’re welcome,” Duncan swiftly caught her by the waist and helped her up.
“Thank you.” Heidi stood weakly, bowing her head in thanks, “If it weren’t for you, I would have been burnt to death inside… This fire is too terrible… …Thank you so much, I really don’t know what I should do…”
“You don’t have to say anything,” Duncan smiled back at the polite woman, “we actually have some connection… Mr. Morris, do you know him?”
Heidi froze for a moment, then looked at Duncan with some doubt: “That’s my father…you know him?”
“Your pendant,” Duncan gestured to the amethyst pendant on Heidi’s chest, “he got it from my shop.”
Heidi dully glanced down at her jewelry: “… Ah?!”
“The world is so small, right?” Duncan laughed and stretched out his hand for a shake, “Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Duncan, and I am the owner and manager of an antique shop in the lower city. Next to me is my niece Nina, and this one over here….”
“My name is Shirley!” Shirley immediately took the initiative to speak. In her mind, being late would somehow cause the terrifying existence that was Duncan to say her name, which might curse her or something. “You…. Just call me Shirley!”
“Heidi, a pleasure to meet you all.” Heidi grabbed Duncan’s hand, her head still a little dizzy but adjusting quickly, “I’m a psychiatrist.”
“Psychiatrist?” Duncan subconsciously raised his eyebrows, “You are a psychiatrist?”
“Ah, yes, maybe I look a little young… but I’m a full-fledged psychiatrist with a senior license,” Heidi said proudly, then fumbled with her body until she found a crumpled business card. She hands it to Duncan with both hands, “This is my business card. If it can come in handy, I am ready to provide you with a free consultation…”
A senior licensed psychiatrist from the upper city, this one might come in handy with her connections.
Duncan took the business card and scanned it. There’s the address of the clinic, the doctor’s full name, license number, and a five-digit code consisting of numbers and alphabets.
There’s also a note before that line of code: express courier code.
Duncan’s gaze lingered on the line of “express courier code”. He remembered it to be part of the Pland postal system based on his inherited memory. However, this was no ordinary code, it was the special service tier that costs ten times as much as the ordinary one. And since Duncan’s host body didn’t have other relatives around aside from Nina, he never did find a need to spend that much money to contact someone.
Duncan only roughly knew that this special “mail” relied on high-pressure steam pipes and standard capsule silos to achieve rapid delivery. Not only for sending letters but also for delivering small packages. Even if you take into account the manual processing at the end and the possible delivery time, it only takes a few hours at most to deliver from one corner of the city to the other.
How should he put it… Duncan could only sigh at the upper city’s frank expenditures.
Putting away the business card fittingly, he then heard Heidi speak again: “By the way, do you need to conduct… a post-disaster mental assessment?”
The young psychiatrist quickly explained after noticing the peculiar look she was getting: “Of course it’s free. I don’t mean anything else. The main reason is that people’s spirits are prone to problems after encountering an accident, especially in places like museums where there are many historical objections. Severe mental pressure plus the influence of certain relics… can easily leave a shadow on the spiritual level.”
Heidi seems to be trying hard to pick the proper vocabulary so that it’s easy to understand such high-level knowledge. Unlike her, who’s been trained in the field, those living everyday normal lives would have trouble understanding her concerns. In most cases, such questions may even appear offensive.
Of course, Duncan himself wouldn’t have minded and didn’t need a mental assessment. When the captain of a natural moving disaster arrives on the scene, any evil spirit or demon could move aside because he’s the genuine thing to be scared of.
As for Shirley… This strong girl who could fight the dark demon and cultists by herself using that dark hound as a meteor star needed no evaluation. That’s obvious enough. If anything, it’s her victims that needs help after going through the beatdown she dishes out.
But Nina, on the other hand… Nina may really need the help of a psychiatrist.
Not only because of the fire today but also because of her poor mental state these days and those ominous dreams.
This needs professionals to deal with it, and his own strength was useless in this field. As for the deal of making a trip to the church for therapy, that’s no longer needed since we have a perfectly good doctor that’s willing to service for free!
“Nina may need help,” Duncan glanced at his “niece” and reached out to ruffle the girl’s hair, “but not just because of today’s fire—she’s been having weird dreams lately, and she’s in a bad mental state.”
Nina immediately muttered in protest, “Actually, I’m fine…”
“It’s free,” Heidi smiled, pointing to herself, “my usual consultation fee is… Oh, it hurts!”
She accidentally poked at the place where she had been hit by a brick. The swelling made it easy to touch if not careful.
“It’s free anyways, no need to hold back,” Shirley, who had been quiet for a long time next to her, also joined in, “She still owes us a favor…”
“Then… okay,” Nina hesitated and finally nodded in agreement. “Is there anything I need for a mental assessment? Is it okay here? Need to answer some questions? Or fill out the form?”
“We need at least a quiet environment, and I need to be in a better state — at least not with this big bump on my head,” Heidi explains with a smile. “I’m a professional, unlike the crappy doctors who only ask you a few questions and write you a diagnosis. Let’s do this. Tomorrow is a school day, and if this Miss Nina has time, I will visit your home in the afternoon. I will ask my father for your address.”
Speaking of this, she paused and touched the wound on her forehead again.
“As for now, I have to find a place to treat the wound first… Hiss…”
“There are policemen on the other side of the square and medical personnel,” Duncan suggests after a moment of thought, “do you need us to accompany you? Your current state is…”
“No, I’ve completely sobered up,” Heidi waved her hand to show she’s fine. Then glancing back at the museum that was still smoking, she showed a look of fear and pity, “Aigh… my long awaited vacation… it’s all up in smoke now. ”
“Vacation going up in smoke is indeed a sad thing,” Duncan said casually, “but the good thing is that we just survived a disaster, didn’t we?”
“Well… you’re right,” Heidi said with a smile. Then sighing and muttering, “Aigh, I only hope that some heretics and mobile natural disasters will stay quiet for a bit longer. At least this way, my days off will come sooner… Ah, sorry, I shouldn’t have complained to strangers about this. That was inapropriate.”
Duncan: “…?” ”
