Chapter 681: Empathy for Mental Illness!

Ji Xiang recounted what Xu Leyu had just said.

The System NPC stood with his hands behind his back and his waist hunched, sighing slightly, "Doctor Xiao Ji, let me tell you a story."

Ji Xiang turned solemn.

"I once had a student who always told patients when communicating with them that Interventional Surgery doesn't hurt, that there are only tension receptors on the blood vessels, so they should rest assured.

Later, he had to undergo surgery for a Vascular Tumor himself, and he screamed so miserably that I almost thought I had made a mistake during the operation. In the end, it was Zhou Congwen who gave him a slap directly and told him to keep it down before the surgery was successfully completed."

"..." Ji Xiang thought of that slap from Zhou Jiaoshou.

"This is also where the importance of Empathy lies," the System NPC said.

"Teacher, what I want to ask is..."

"Although I don't recommend using Empathy for Depression and Mental Illness, you have already passed the first stage and your mind is very sound. Now I ask you, do you want to try it?" the System NPC asked.

Ji Xiang hesitated for a moment.

Everything else was fine, but to experience Empathy for Mental Illness himself...

He was only here to ask about the situation, alright!

The System NPC was not in a hurry; he watched Ji Xiang quietly without speaking, waiting for Ji Xiang's choice.

"Teacher, I'll try it. However, I'll ask in advance, there's no danger in this kind of Empathy, right?" Ji Xiang felt a bit uneasy.

"I have used Empathy on patients with Mental Illness 121 times; I'll take the simplest one for you to try," the System NPC smiled. "Based on my understanding of you, it should be no problem."

Ji Xiang admired the System NPC to his very core.

The Old Man could use Empathy on Depression and Mental Illness hundreds of times!

Were his nerves and Spirit made of iron!

The System NPC stood with his hands behind his back and his waist hunched, turning to walk toward the adjacent Operating Room, saying softly as he walked, "Because this is Empathy for a Mental Illness, if you feel any discomfort, you can come out at any time."

"Okay, okay, okay." Ji Xiang finally felt relieved.

"It's similar to a horror movie; after watching it, you will know what their spiritual world is like. But it is only knowing; you must remember, this is someone else's world."

With the System NPC's guarantee and the mechanism to exit at any time, Ji Xiang was suddenly no longer afraid of anything and followed behind the System NPC with great interest.

"Teacher, can't I choose the perspective?"

"No, this time you can only use Empathy from the perspective of a bystander. If it goes smoothly, we can talk about it after 10 times."

Ji Xiang knew the System NPC was protecting him, so he didn't say anything.

Following the System NPC to the adjacent Operating Room, light flickered, and when Ji Xiang opened his eyes, he saw...

He saw...

He saw a pair of red embroidered shoes, the shoes were 5cm off the ground.

A beam of white light shone in through the window lattice, dust danced in the light column, reflecting onto the red embroidered shoes, and a gloomy and eerie feeling welled up spontaneously.

Is this the patient's inner world or reality?

Ji Xiang became doubtful.

"Help!"

A familiar voice came, and Ji Xiang discovered it was himself shouting for help.

He crawled away with all his might, looking back in a panic.

This time Ji Xiang saw clearly: a woman with long black hair covering half her face, wearing white clothes and red embroidered shoes, was coldly "looking" at him from behind.

In his nervousness, Ji Xiang almost chose to recall.

But at the last moment, Ji Xiang held back.

He was a little scared; at this moment, Ji Xiang also understood why the System NPC wanted him to experience the inner world of a patient with Mental Illness from a bystander's perspective.

It was actually damn terrifying!

Ji Xiang then saw the White-Clothed Woman floating in mid-air raise her hand.

Her fingernails were like daggers, flashing with a cold light.

Damn it!

If he had a Mental Illness and saw this kind of ghost thing every day, he would want to die too, Ji Xiang thought immediately.

The White-Clothed Woman raised her hand, and Ji Xiang thought she would hunt "him" down. But Ji Xiang watched in astonishment as her hand fell directly, landing on her own white clothes.

"Puchi~"

A muffled sound.

Ji Xiang felt a sharp pain in his right leg.

The White-Clothed Woman's fingernails poked into her own leg, yet the one injured was actually Ji Xiang; Ji Xiang was stunned.

Although "he" was injured, he knew the danger and crawled outward with all his might.

However, the White-Clothed Woman raised her hand again.

It's over!

He was surely going to die.

Dying as soon as he arrived, Ji Xiang felt it was absurd. Although he knew this was just Empathy and felt no fear, he felt it was ridiculous to the Extreme Point.

Ji Xiang saw the dagger-like fingernails slash across the abdomen.

Very quickly, all the strength in the body disappeared rapidly, and Ji Xiang even saw his own intestines being cut off; the body moved forward, and the intestinal tract remained in the pool of blood behind him.

Is this the end?

Ji Xiang thought to himself.

It shouldn't be, how could it be so fast!

He had come for Empathy for less than 1 minute, and was sent out by the White-Clothed Woman without any resistance; it was simply a joke.

"Ah~"

With a gasp, "he" sat up from the bed.

Ji Xiang let out a long breath and looked around, but did not see the White-Clothed Woman.

It turned out that the Mental Illness Patient had just been dreaming, and this was the real space now.

"He" clutched his chest, breathing deeply, covered in sweat.

It looked like he had been scared out of his wits.

Getting up and washing, Ji Xiang walked out of the Rental House as the sky outside began to brighten.

It was a bit cold outside; it was already late autumn, and as the autumn wind swept by, yellow leaves fell all over the street.

There were sanitation workers sweeping the ground; they occasionally looked up at Ji Xiang, also looking like walking corpses.

Ji Xiang was a bit suspicious: could it be that kind of Empathy where countless spaces overlap like in Inception? Or did it mean something else?

If that were the case, it would be too complicated; the world of a mental patient is truly chaotic.

Not far away, the hospital's neon sign flickered—Jinghai City First People's Hospital.

Ji Xiang recalled quickly, but he was stunned to find that "his" mind was actually locked; he had no idea what had happened before, nor did he know his own specific information.

Arriving at the hospital, he took the elevator upstairs and saw the sign for Neurology Ward 2.

But he didn't walk into the ward, stopping instead at the Nurses' Station.

The shift handover logbook was lying on the desk, and he took out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to a group chat.

Hmm? What is this for?

Ji Xiang was stunned.

He then left and began to eat breakfast, looking at that photo while he ate.

The shift handover logbook was written very clearly; a total of six Patients were admitted during the night shift yesterday, and their diagnoses were all written down.

He was starting to look up specific details based on each diagnosis.

Oh, I see, he must be afraid that the Chief Resident will ask questions during the shift handover, and if he can't answer, he'll get a good scolding right to his face.

Ji Xiang had experienced this kind of thing during his internship, and thinking about it, it fit the mentality of Chief Resident Wei Lao quite well.

Encountering a strict Chief Resident makes every day feel like a year, and that's putting it lightly. Looking at "himself" right now, coming in early to photograph the handover and checking what Patients were admitted last night, just thinking about it felt pathetic.

Thinking of this, Ji Xiang relaxed.

It didn't seem as terrifying as the System NPC had said; at least up until now, everything was still considered normal.

(End of chapter)