Since all these rules and superstitions are outdated, what's wrong with me indulging in some me

The cold blades and the stinging pain in his neck constantly reminded Lu Changsheng of his current condition.

Holy crap! A kill right at the start?!

[Is this right? Killing right from the start in a B-tier dungeon?]

[Don't forget, this is a dungeon where Lu Shen participated; he even got an A rank in the last newbie dungeon.]

[This is terrifying! The way the dungeons are categorized is a bit illogical...]

As soon as netizens entered the live stream, they witnessed this explosive scene, and the chat was flooded with comments.

Seeing that Lu Changsheng didn't speak, the woman suddenly flicked her wrist, and the dagger stabbed fiercely at Lu Changsheng.

"What's wrong? Is it still bothering you lately?"

"bump--"

The dagger grazed Lu Changsheng's hair and pierced straight into the wall behind him, embedding itself a foot deep into the wall.

Lu Changsheng remained calm, not blinking once throughout the entire process.

"You know?"

The woman looked at Lu Changsheng's calm expression, and the murderous intent in her eyes subsided slightly.

Lu Changsheng smoothed out the wrinkles on his white coat and sat down on a spacious swivel chair to the side.

"Your neck muscles on the left side are slightly tense, there are fine blood vessels in the whites of your eyes, and your face is dull and lackluster. These are signs of long-term sleep deprivation and excessive vigilance."

Lu Changsheng paused, then met the woman's sharp gaze with a calm expression.

"When you stabbed me just now, your gaze wasn't entirely focused on me; it shifted for 0.3 seconds, glancing towards my left rear."

The room was deathly silent.

The next second, the woman's eyes suddenly lit up.

The live stream chat exploded instantly:

[Holy crap? They're already starting the analysis?]

[0.3 seconds, haha, I wouldn't even notice if someone saw me daydreaming for a whole minute.]

[Did she really guess right?! Why does this female NPC have that expression?]

[That scared me to death! Wait, I suddenly realized King Aokiji isn't here!]

A few seconds later, the woman suddenly forced an extremely stiff and unnatural "smile," the corners of her mouth looking as if they were being forcibly lifted by a thread.

"Very good... It seems that this time, they have finally sent a somewhat interesting 'doctor'."

She walked to the wall and pulled the dagger out of it with one hand.

"Please sit down."

Lu Changsheng calmly pointed to the chair opposite him, and while the woman walked over and sat down, he quickly glanced at the table.

There was a computer on the desktop, with several scratches of varying depths near the edge, as if left by repeated scratching with fingernails. In the upper right corner was a metal nameplate that read "Attending Physician: Zhou Ming".

Next to the name tag, there was a medical record sheet with only the header visible.

Lu Changsheng naturally placed the metal business card face down on the table, then pulled out the medical record.

Patient: Zhang Ping

[Symptom: Dissociative Identity Disorder]

[Treatment cycle: Three cycles, seven days per cycle (two cycles have been completed)]

Treatment method: Medication

[Doctor's recommendation: Transfer to the inpatient department.]

Is the woman in front of me named Zhang Ping?

This should be Ms. Zhang from the dungeon quest.

The woman sat down towards Lu Changsheng, her voice ethereal.

"Doctor...can you see it too?"

She turned her face to the side, half of her face in the light and half in the shadow.

Lu Changsheng was startled. He didn't know any of the rules yet, so he didn't dare to answer rashly.

"What..." Lu Changsheng raised his eyes and glanced at her indifferently.

"Is it affecting you more severely now?"

Zhang Ping's eyes brightened even more. She nervously glanced left and right, then suddenly leaned close to Lu Changsheng's face and whispered:

"Yes, it's been with me these past few days, listen—"

Her movements suddenly stopped, her pupils dilated slightly, and her lips moved as if she were truly listening to a melody that Lu Changsheng could not grasp.

A strange expression, a mixture of fear and fascination, appeared on her face.

"It's singing, and it's crying at the same time..."

Lu Changsheng remained outwardly calm, but his mind was racing.

Zhang Ping's medical record states "dissociation of self-awareness," which should be the traditional diagnosis of schizophrenia. Her current condition certainly fits this diagnosis.

The medical advice below is "transfer to the inpatient department," indicating that Zhang Ping's condition is already very serious and medication alone is no longer effective.

"When did the sound become clear?"

Lu Changsheng asked in a calm tone, his left hand naturally reaching for the drawer—where key items might usually be found.

"Don't move!"

Zhang Ping suddenly grabbed Lu Changsheng's wrist with astonishing strength, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

Her gaze instantly shifted from a dreamy look to an extremely sharp one, even carrying a hint of mad scrutiny.

"Are you going to use a stun gun to knock me out? I already said I'm not going to the inpatient ward! I'm not sick! I'm not sick!"

Lu Changsheng's wrist was restrained, but he showed no sign of panic. Instead, he met Zhang Ping's piercing gaze with a calm tone, even carrying a hint of unquestionable authority:

"Ms. Zhang, please calm down. Our hospital is a legitimate institution that respects everyone's wishes. If you don't want to be hospitalized, I won't force you. After all, our hospital isn't a charity."

Zhang Ping was taken aback, nodded blankly, and released her grip.

"Squeak—"

With a soft click, Lu Changsheng opened the drawer.

He quickly scanned the inside of the drawer.

A black stun gun and a yellowed piece of paper were placed in the drawer.

Lu Changsheng was startled when he saw the stun gun, then shifted his gaze to the paper beneath it. The title was in bold Song typeface:

[Code of Conduct for Psychologists]

call--

We've finally found the rules.

Lu Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief. Without knowing the rules, it was truly difficult to move forward.

[Rule 1. This therapist's attending physician is Dr. Zhou Ming.]

[Rule 2. If a patient claims to perceive "another being" and refers to it as "it," firmly deny its existence and do not claim to see or hear it.]

Rule 3. Do not accept any gifts from patients, and do not trust any judgments made by patients about you.

[Rule 4. Each consultation must not exceed one hour. Once the time is up, the consultation must end regardless of the progress. If the patient has not left by the end of the time limit, please take the red pill and leave immediately.]

[Rule 5: Please take the blue pill before starting work each day to ensure stable cognitive function.]

Rule 6: Assess the severity of the patient's condition:

Low-level: Feeling that there are strange people around – let the patient ignore and adapt.

Intermediate: You can see "it" - a three-week supply of yellow pills.

High-risk: The patient is clearly aware of "its" presence and can even communicate with it—persuading the patient to voluntarily sign the "Informed Consent Form for Transfer to the Inpatient Department." If the patient refuses, the patient is forcibly knocked unconscious and sent to the inpatient department.

Lu Changsheng quickly read through the rules, then his brain began to work at lightning speed, first analyzing these rules in advance.

When he saw rule number two, he was startled—

[Rule 2. If a patient claims to perceive "another being" and refers to it as "it," firmly deny its existence and do not claim to see or hear it.]