Since all these rules and superstitions are outdated, what's wrong with me indulging in some me

"Well……"

Lu Changsheng hurriedly got up, but a violent wave of dizziness struck him, forcing him to fall back onto the pillow and gasp for breath.

"wrong......"

He unbuttoned his shirt and found that the red mark on his chest seemed to have darkened a bit, but when he touched it, it wasn't as smooth as it had been yesterday. Instead, it felt uneven, a bit like a scabbed scar.

Moreover, in the center of the red mark, he could clearly feel a bulge, as if there was something inside that was trying to penetrate Lu Changsheng's skin.

Blue pills.

He hasn't taken any for a whole day.

Is this the price of "cognitive instability"?

However, Lu Changsheng still did not intend to take the pills, because although taking the blue pills was the psychologist's rule, it seemed that not taking the pills would not lead to death.

He needed to figure out exactly what effect the blue pill had on him.

Lu Changsheng struggled to raise his hand and turn off the alarm clock; it was already nearly forty minutes late.

Without time for careful analysis, he suppressed his nausea and headache and washed and dressed as quickly as possible.

The person in the mirror was deathly pale, with bloodless lips, but their eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

He grabbed the keys and phone from the table, stuffed the blue and yellow pills into his pocket, and stumbled out of the house.

Along the way, the sunlight was dazzling, and the traffic and noise seemed to be blurred and distant, as if separated by a thick layer of frosted glass.

The persistent headaches and chest cramps forced him to stop and catch his breath several times, leaning against a tree trunk or wall by the roadside.

When he finally arrived at the Jinghu Cognitive Rehabilitation Center, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and the back of his shirt was soaked with cold sweat.

Netizens felt sorry for him after seeing this.

[Lu Shen is really going all out!]

[I felt he was in so much pain. Brother Lu was sweating profusely, and he was having trouble breathing!]

[Will not taking the blue pill have such a big impact?]

[So sad, what's the point of this pill?!]

Lu Changsheng almost staggered across the first-floor lobby, heading straight for his clinic floor. As he passed the reception desk, the pretty, smiling nurse from yesterday called out to him.

"Dr. Lu! Please wait a moment!"

Lu Changsheng paused, a strong feeling of dizziness making his vision go black. He barely managed to hold onto the edge of the front desk to keep from losing his composure.

You don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?

The nurse asked with concern.

"No...it's nothing, I just didn't sleep well."

Lu Changsheng's voice was hoarse.

"Oh, then you should take care to get some rest."

The nurse nodded, took a brand new name tag from under the counter, and handed it to him.

"Your official employee badge is ready. Please keep it safe. You can use it when you need to swipe your card to enter certain areas."

Lu Changsheng took the employee badge; the cold plastic touch brought him to his senses a little more.

The photo on the employee badge is of him, his name is "Lu Changsheng", and his position is "psychologist".

"In addition," the nurse's tone remained sweet, but carried a hint of urging, "your patient, Ms. Zhang Ping, has been waiting outside the examination room for more than twenty minutes, and she is not in good condition."

"I'll be right there."

Lu Changsheng took a deep breath, forcing himself to straighten his back and suppress the intense discomfort. He couldn't show any abnormality.

"Okay, Dr. Lu, please hurry. If you need help, you can press the call bell at the door of the examination room."

The nurse smiled and watched him leave.

Lu Changsheng went up to the second floor.

At the door of the consultation room, Zhang Ping stood with her back to him, her body ramrod straight. She wasn't sitting on the bench, but rather like a frozen sculpture, facing the closed door. Hearing footsteps, she whirled around.

In that instant, Lu Changsheng's heart stopped.

Zhang Ping's eyes were completely different from yesterday's. The faint glimmer of fear and confusion from yesterday had vanished, replaced by a cold scrutiny.

Her gaze swept over Lu Changsheng from head to toe, finally settling on the top of his head.

"You're late again, doctor."

Her voice was hoarse and dry, each word sounding like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Sorry, something came up..."

Lu Changsheng tried to remain calm, but the intense headache made his voice tremble.

"I've said it before... I hate being late the most."

Her words were aggressive.

Despite his discomfort, Lu Changsheng took a half-step back to create a safe distance, while simultaneously reaching into his pocket for the clinic key.

"Ms. Zhang, let's go inside and talk."

"Go in?"

Zhang Ping looked at Lu Changsheng's head with a strange gaze, then suddenly let out a shrill laugh that echoed in the empty corridor.

"Go inside and let me knock you out with a stun gun?!"

"Or should I just go in and let you continue to numb me with those ridiculous yellow candies?!"

Zhang Ping's strange laughter, like glass scraping against a metal plate, resonated in the corridor, sending shivers down your spine.

Her eyes were filled with something primal and violent, like a wild beast driven to the brink, or a predator that had finally shed its disguise.

"I hate being late the most!"

She repeated it, each word like a poisoned nail.

"I hate liars even more, Dr. Lu."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly pounced on him!

The movements were inhumanly fast, carrying a savage force. The hands, claw-like, aimed straight for Lu Changsheng's throat. The force was exactly the same as when he grabbed Lu Changsheng's wrist yesterday—enough to crush his throat.

Lu Changsheng was already feeling dizzy and lightheaded, and his vision was blurring. In this critical moment, he relied entirely on instinct to retreat quickly to the side and rear.

His legs felt unsteady, and his back slammed heavily against the cold metal door of the examination room with a dull thud. The impact sent a sharp pain through his chest, almost suffocating him.

Zhang Ping's claw attack missed, her fingertips grazing Lu Changsheng's neck, leaving three stinging bloody marks. Without pausing, she swept her left hand across, her target being Lu Changsheng's temple!

"Zhang Ping! Calm down!"

Lu Changsheng gritted his teeth and hissed in pain, while crouching down to narrowly avoid what could have been a fatal blow.

Zhang Ping made a strange hoarse sound from her throat, her eyes turned bloodshot, and she kicked Lu Changsheng in the stomach.

Lu Changsheng barely managed to roll away, crashing awkwardly into the wall on the other side of the corridor. His fingers touched the call bell by the door—a red, round button.

Just before Lu Changsheng went upstairs, the nurse reminded him about the call bell he could use if he encountered any trouble.

Without hesitation, he slammed it down!

A piercing buzzing sound instantly echoed throughout the corridor, and a red light flashed rapidly.

Zhang Ping's movements froze for a moment. Her contorted face turned toward the flashing red light, her eyes momentarily dazed, but then overwhelmed by a deeper madness.

She took out a blood-stained dagger from her pocket; it was the same dagger that had been pressed against Lu Changsheng's throat when he first arrived at this instance yesterday.

Damn, what a lunatic! Carrying a dagger with him all the time!