Chapter 1042: A Shocking Mortal (20)

"You might not know that psychology and psychiatry are very young disciplines." Steve sighed and said, "When I was a teenager, I heard many terrifying rumors about insane asylums."

"Some of them were hearsay, but some actually happened. Many insane asylums in Europe even exhibited rare psychiatric patients as animals, selling tickets to attract attention."

Steve hugged his arms and lowered his head. A trace of struggle appeared on his face. Stark put away his armor and walked to his side. When he turned to look at him, he saw the shadow of Howard in his expression.

Stark remembered very clearly that when his father was dead drunk and leaning against the laboratory bench, he also had such an expression. At that time, the good old days that appeared in his mouth seemed to be covered by a gray shadow that no one could see clearly.

Steve looked at the light that had turned on in the emergency room and the shadowy figures presented through the door, as if he had regained his courage, took a deep breath, and then said:

"The medical level of that era might seem very absurd and ridiculous to you, even as crude as primitive people. But if ordinary medical technology was like primitive people, then the treatment of psychological diseases was like amoebas."

"If a person went mad, let him take sleeping pills to calm down. If a person wanted to attack others, knock him unconscious and tie him up until he returned to normal. And this was even considered a method adopted by relatively civilized psychiatric hospitals, while those that were not so civilized..."

Steve pursed his lips. He seemed to still feel uncomfortable about actively revealing the darkness of the past era, but he still insisted, "If Wei En was really a person from my era, then it is very normal for such a medical accident to happen."

"The initial doctor gave him an insufficient amount of medication, causing him to lose control and hurt someone who was good to him, leaving him with deeper psychological trauma. In that era, this couldn't even be called a medical accident; after all, he still received some treatment."

Steve showed a sad expression and concluded decadently, "That was an era that did not allow people to be weak."

"If you expressed views contrary to public opinion, you would be regarded as a madman. If your behavior was abnormal, you would be sent to a psychiatric hospital, while real psychiatric patients could only spend their lives in dark cells. Wei En was already considered lucky."

Steve closed his eyes painfully and said, "All the driving force I gained from that era, all my nostalgia for it, is actually because I was lucky enough to receive transformation and possess abilities far beyond ordinary people."

"And in that backward era, there were too many sufferings of ordinary people that didn't even get a single record. I know this, so I feel guilty for my nostalgia..."

Steve took a deep breath and wanted to say the next sentence, but Stark reached out and patted him on the shoulder, taking the initiative to say, "In other words, because of some accidents, Wei En was left with psychological trauma, but why has he never shown it before, and why did it suddenly erupt this time?"

Shi Difen narrowed his eyes and said, "No, perhaps he hasn't never shown it, but we just didn't notice."

After saying this, he recalled to himself, "When I first met Wei En, it was at a very important joint consultation at the Presbyterian Hospital. Besides having neurological diseases, that patient also had certain psychological problems, so a psychologist was needed to participate in the consultation."

"At that time, I arrived at the consultation site first, but until the scheduled start time of the consultation, there was no sign of it starting. I asked the assistant next to me, and he said someone was late."

Shi Difen frowned. Obviously, for him, that couldn't be considered a good memory either. He sighed and said, "I just wanted to see who was so bold as to dare to be absent from a consultation I participated in. Didn't they know that my time is more precious than gold?"

"At this time, Wei En came in..." Shi Difen showed a complex expression of wanting to cry but laughing, and said, "You don't know how bad his state was at the time. He reeked of alcohol; it was obvious he had been drinking all night. Drinking was one thing, but his uniform was untidy, his name tag was worn backward, and his glasses were covered in powder from who knows where. He looked like a rotten junkie..."

Stark silently looked back at the door of the emergency room, confirming that Wei En wouldn't suddenly rush out and punch him, so he also lowered his voice and said, "When I first met him, it wasn't much better. Although my state wasn't good, he was the same."

"He looked like he had stayed up very late, even more seriously than I had, and he was definitely not a fitness enthusiast. He exuded a decadent aura all over." Stark shook his head and continued, "This is not me slandering him. For a long time, his state wasn't very good."

"In other words, Dr. Wei En also drank heavily before?" Peter frowned deeply and said, "This is completely different from the Dr. Wei En I know! Since I've known him, he has been a particularly good doctor."

Steve patted Peter on the shoulder and said, "Yes, Wei En is indeed superb in medical skills and very patient with you. He is your good teacher, but it cannot be denied that during the time he first met us, his state wasn't very good."

"I think the situation at that time might be the same as it is now. His mental trauma led to the onset of his psychological illness, and he could only drown his sorrows in alcohol." Shi Difen sighed and said, "Well, if I had known he was a psychiatric patient, I would have been more careful with my words."

"But at that time, he didn't develop to the point of self-harm, did he?!" Ma Te raised an objection, "This wound looks like he made it himself no matter how you look at it, right?"

Ma Te pointed out a fact that everyone had long seen. Judging from Wei En's strength, if he hadn't suddenly harmed himself, it would be almost impossible for anyone to leave such a deep wound on him. After all, he was a mass of mist. How could mist be injured?

If Wei En had also been immersed in his psychological trauma before, then the reason he didn't develop to self-harm was very likely that his life state had changed, and something had distracted him. Stark touched his chin and analyzed it using the psychological theory he had once read.

"The thing you mentioned is very likely us." Steve made a judgment, "During that period, he met us one after another and then threw himself into busy work."

"However, the reason for his illness this time should be that he was too busy. The dual pressure of physiology and psychology led to the recurrence of his mental illness."

"Now is not the time to discuss the cause of the illness." Shi Difen hugged his arms and said, "The matter has already happened. We have to discuss how to heal Wei En's soul trauma. We can't just let him stay injured like this, right?"

"Do you magicians have any unique insights into soul trauma?" Stark turned his eyes to him. Shi Difen touched his chin and said, "Actually, so-called soul trauma also has certain commonalities with current mental illness theory."

"When a person encounters certain major changes, the soul will become unstable. At this time, small scars may appear. And if the scars are stimulated to expand again, in medical theory, it is suffering from mental illness, and in magic theory, it is soul trauma."

"This wound of Wei En's might have existed originally, coming from his previous encounter in the psychiatric hospital, and this time, because of excessive busyness, and..."

Shi Difen hesitated, scanned the few, and the few lowered their heads in shame, so he also sighed and continued, "And our successive accidents caused him to be stimulated again, and the wound on his soul cracked open."

"It's all my fault." Peter said dejectedly, "At that time, I saw that Dr. Wei En's state wasn't good, but I only cared about venting myself. At that time, I should have turned and left..."

Steve also pinched his brow and said, "At that time, I also felt something was wrong. Wei En never drank, so why did he suddenly ask me to drink?"

After saying this, the few turned their eyes to Stark again.

Stark pursed his lips and said awkwardly, "Alright, alright, you are all careful and kind people, but I was the only one who thought he was a money-grubber who didn't care about his life."

"I was even prepared for my medical expenses this quarter to make me work for nothing for half a year."

After saying this, he stomped his feet on the spot, touched the stubble on his chin, and said, "So, how exactly should we heal his wound?"

"In a moment, I will transfer Wei En to the Mirror Dimension, and then let the Great Mage of Kamar-Taj draw a healing magic circle to see if we can increase the strength of his soul by forcibly instilling energy."

"Wait a minute, after the doctor withdraws, I will have my mecha bring a few monitoring devices to record the data of his body changes..."

The few gathered together to study how to improve Wei En's state, but at this time, inside the Tower of Thought of Wei En, who was lying in the emergency room, it appeared exceptionally calm.

The Marvel Wei En, with a hideous wound on his neck, smiled indifferently, shrugged his shoulders at the Superego, and said:

"Sorry, money-grubber who doesn't care about his life."

The Superego shook his head helplessly, as if he had expected this, and said, "You should know that the things Wei En experienced in his memory are psychological trauma that cannot be erased for all personality fragments. The autism we suffer from has never been truly cured."

"Therefore, no matter which personality trait floats up, once excessive fatigue, anxiety, and pressure exceed our upper limit of endurance, triggering a trauma stress response, it will lead to injury."

The Superego looked Marvel Wei En up and down and said, "They are planning to treat you now. If you want to rest, you can temporarily not float up, or you can let Arrogance go up to take the shift."

"Forget it, I'll just stay unconscious." Marvel Wei En shrugged his shoulders and said, "Anyway, no matter how they toss and turn, as long as no personality trait floats up, I won't wake up."

The Superego nodded and said nothing, turned, and left. And just after he left, Marvel Wei En showed an inexplicable smile.

Not long after, a figure appeared at the entrance of the insane asylum. The scar from his jawbone to his collarbone was so deep and conspicuous that blood kept flowing, making half of his body appear dark red.

He walked straight in, heading toward the door at the very end.

A figure holding a knife rushed out at high speed and blocked his way, but the moment he saw the scar on his neck, he was stunned on the spot.

Marvel Wei En raised his head, stretched out his hand, and dug deeply into the wound on his neck. When the fresh blood burst out, Moonlight Wei En took two steps back and shook his head vigorously, as if he had seen some hallucinations.

"That's what you did." Marvel Wei En stepped forward and said in a low tone, "You know who you once hurt like this, and you know what serious consequences such an injury would bring to an ordinary person."

Marvel Wei En pressed closer and closer. Moonlight Wei En's hand began to tremble, and he was somewhat unable to lift the knife. He stared fixedly at Marvel Wei En and said:

"Greed, you're crazy! That is a scar we share, and you yourself will collapse and bleed for it..."

Just as he said, the wound on Marvel Wei En's neck began to get deeper and deeper, until it covered half of his chest, but there was no pain in his eyes. He said, "I know, but I don't care."

"No Wei En can not care." Moonlight Wei En had nowhere to retreat, and that door was close at hand. Marvel Wei En didn't intend to talk nonsense with him anymore and rushed up directly.

Moonlight Wei En raised his hand to block, but in his eyes, the face of the Wei En opposite him began to flicker constantly, appearing with the face of another person. The trembling arm and terrible hallucinations made him unable to resist, and he was instantly knocked off his umbrella knife. He had just wanted to shout, but the next second, he was grabbed by the neck and pressed against the wall.

There was nothing in Marvel Wei En's eyes, only endless flames of greed, like flying grass ignited by lightning in the vast grassland.

The arm muscles full of blood were bulging, and his fingers exerted force. Moonlight Wei En struggled constantly, making painful groans, until the end, he didn't even have the strength to call the Superego, and he completely fainted.

Marvel Wei En threw Moonlight Wei En aside like trash, turned around, picked up the umbrella knife he had knocked away, grabbed the handle, and inserted it into the keyhole.

Accompanied by the door slowly opening, seeing the corpse lying on the hospital bed, Wei En showed a crazy and dangerous smile.

"Found you." ===== CHAPTER 1043 =====