Translator: CinderTL
And this was only what was temporarily known. What about the unknown?
How many such "emotionally deficient" monsters did they have in their hands?
Tens? Or hundreds, even thousands?
If this force were to be deployed in a critical position, it could lead to major chaos.
Yet, amidst his fear, Fatty couldn't help but feel a sense of relief—relief that the Doctor had encountered Boss Lin, otherwise, the Doctor would now be... Lin Wan'er gave Fatty a very peculiar feeling, as if she could understand what he was thinking just by looking into his eyes.
"In the process of interacting with him, I found that he indeed has differences from other children," Lin Wan'er said. "He rarely shows interest in certain things, and he lacks reverence for life. In other words, he is even more indifferent than we imagined."
"When he hears someone talking to him, he doesn't first try to understand the meaning of the conversation; he just finds it noisy."
"Once, I took him to the hospital for a follow-up. I went to handle some matters while he waited outside. Then, a patient fell from a great height, landing right in front of him."
"Blood splattered onto his body, even his face, and eventually flowed along the ground towards him. Everyone screamed and ran away, but he didn't. He just stood there, not afraid, not panicked, just waiting for the blood to reach his feet, staining the edges of his shoes."
"Later, a nurse on the scene told me that she saw this child actually smiling, smiling at the mangled, unrecognizable corpse."
"He was murmuring something, as if he could communicate with the corpse," Lin Wan'er said. "At that time, the nurse was terrified. When she told me about it, she looked anxious, constantly glancing behind me."
Fatty could probably guess that the nurse was afraid the Doctor, still a child, might suddenly appear.
Perhaps in her heart, she also thought the Doctor was a monster.
Indifferent, cold-blooded.
Fearless, emotionless.
It seemed that talking about these things made Fatty feel uncomfortable too. He tried to change the subject, "But now the Doctor is doing well. He is absolutely loyal to you, Boss Lin, and he's reliable, treating me especially well." Fatty said in one breath, "This is all thanks to you, Boss Lin. You saved the Doctor and brought his life back on track."
Lin Wan'er looked at Fatty, and after a moment, she spoke, "Is that what you think?"
"Of course!"
For some reason, Fatty felt that Boss Lin in front of him had suddenly become different from before, as if she had something to say, but in the end, she just gently shook her head.
"By the way," Fatty suddenly asked, "Boss Lin, why do you always mention the hospital when you talk about the Doctor? Is he not in good health?"
Fatty suddenly remembered the Doctor mentioning something about 30 seconds being enough, and he wondered if the Doctor had suffered some kind of trauma when he was very young.
Causing a certain part of his body to function almost as if it had disappeared?
That would be too terrifying.
"He has suffered trauma," Lin Wan'er did not avoid the question, "but not physically, here."
She extended a finger and lightly tapped the position of her temple.
"A renowned psychologist once said that the city gave him a very special feeling, as if there was another personality within him influencing his actions. This was likely caused by some kind of trauma, but the exact reason is no longer traceable. In any case, it happened a long time ago."
Although he was somewhat confused, Fatty felt that what the psychologist was trying to say was that the Doctor had some kind of mental illness, like a split personality or something.
He couldn't help but think about the fact that the Doctor was also a psychologist. Fatty never expected that someone with mental issues would eventually become a psychologist himself.
"Because of this personality, he also found it difficult to get along with others, and he often suffered from migraines, which caused him to forget things that had happened in the past."
"So I bought some books and self-studied part of the psychology curriculum. But I never expected that he would also be very interested in it, and he had a natural talent for understanding the content."
Fatty sighed inwardly, thinking that the Doctor's experiences could be turned into a book, titled something like "The Self-Redemption of a Schizophrenic Orphan."
It had all the makings of a tear-jerking literary piece.
The synopsis could even include something like "only lasts about 30 seconds."
Although it might deter some female fans, the atmosphere of sadness would be absolutely palpable.
Looking at Fatty's expressive face, Lin Wan'er's eyes gradually changed. She seemed to understand what Fatty was thinking, but not entirely.
"The Doctor has really had a rough life," Fatty said, having made countless guesses about the Doctor's past, but he never expected it to be this tragic.
"Yes," Lin Wan'er said, looking at Fatty. Suddenly, she added, "So I won't allow anyone to hurt him, and I don't want to see anyone deceive him."
"I agree!" Fatty said, completely missing Lin Wan'er's implication. He clenched his fist and declared, "I would never allow anyone to hurt the Doctor either. But as for deception..."
Fatty turned to Lin Wan'er and said with conviction, "Boss Lin, you're overthinking it. With that little brain of his, we should be thankful if he doesn't go out and deceive others."
"Is that so?" Lin Wan'er smiled happily, her eyes lifting with a gentle yet sharp glint.
(End of the Chapter)
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