Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually-?!

Chapter 110.1- Waking Up

The storm in Floating City lasted for several days.

Psychologist Zhou Nan stepped out of the consulting room, and the assistant who’d been waiting outside immediately got up to close the door for him.

“No need.” Zhou Nan accepted the white lab coat and spoke gently, “Just leave it a little open.”

The young psychologist walked through the warmly lit corridor and waited outside the research room.

From one wall away, Researcher Song was excited as he reported, “Brother Wei’s consciousness fluctuations are all normal, and the emotional lock has undergone an unlocking phenomenon. This is faster and better than expected for the fourth course of treatment.”

Arjun: “Are you sure? The equipment had such a major malfunction...”

“Brother Wei has already come out of his subconscious memories. He’s expected to wake up in two days.” Researcher Song paused, then knocked on the whiteboard, making it ring out as he looked at Arjun, “Believe in the data. The data.”

Arjun looked at the graph and was struck dumb in shock.

Calling the unravelling of Wei Shi’s emotional lock ‘rapid progress’ was not overemphasizing it at all. It was like a panacea that subverted Floating City’s understanding of all their prior cases.

There was a knock at the door.

Mao Dongqing made a ‘wait’ gesture and walked out of the research room with Researcher Song.

“The patient’s condition is better than I expected.” Doctor Zhou Nan said in a gentle tone, “There’s basically no psychological trauma. His response speed is fast, and his ability to reason is clear.”

Researcher Song let out a sigh of relief and looked towards the end of the corridor, “Did you forget to close the door?”

Zhou Nan shook his head, “I told them to leave it ajar.”

“I just said, ‘basically’ no trauma.” Zhou Nan said, “I did notice something. The patient will be more nervous than usual if the door is closed. The difference is so small that the patient himself may not even realize it.”

Researcher Song paused for a moment, “Claustrophobia? I don’t remember Little Witch having––”

Zhou Nan: “The symptoms should be mild. Trigger conditions are also needed.”

Mao Dongqing looked at Zhou Nan’s coat that was folded up in his arms. He suddenly asked, “White coats?”

Zhou Nan nodded, “There might be other triggers.”

Mao Dongqing: “Let’s go and take a look.”

Against the same type of half-covered glass window as the research room, Wu Jin was busy listening to the radio.

The antique radio had been taken from the big boss’s room and given to him by Red, and he’d even casually fished up a cat to help him relieve his boredom.

Wu Jin was wearing a translucent eye mask, and his fingertips were sliding across the terminal screen. The black cat was curled up on the quilt, occasionally jumping up and meowing.

Zhou Nan smiled, “He has an affinity with animals and is full of energy. For the first 30 minutes, I thought you’d assigned me the wrong patient.”

Mao Dongqing’s gaze swept through the ward and finally settled on the red-brown, solid wood door.

The decorative diamond pattern was very common. If it wasn’t looked at carefully on purpose, it could easily be ignored.