Sir! Don't close the net!

"Oh, okay? If you encounter any problems, be sure to call me! You really should!"

After saying that, the nurse left the archives room with small, quick steps, making sure to close the door before leaving.

Al-Jiong exhaled, picked up the files, and sat down at the designated file storage location. He quickly flipped through the files, only slowing down when he reached the list of visitors from March, his index finger sliding down the list.

"Levi's Est. Richard, Levi's Est. Richard, there must be... there is! At 12:35 on April 5th, the doctor we saw was Jeff... um? A psychologist? Why a psychologist?"

Al-Chonno was taken aback.

The psychologist is arguably the most useless and idle doctor in Guoweiton, because the residents of Guoweiton unanimously believe that charging a large consultation fee for a few tens of minutes and prescribing medications is excessive.

A psychologist who prescribes a bunch of ridiculously expensive drugs is a fraud; he often heard similar questions when he visited residents of Guoweidun.

What waste of rice and grain? What comfortable life for a psychologist?

Judging from Li Yili's arrogant demeanor, she doesn't seem to have any psychological problems at all.

Al-Chonno frowned and quickened his pace of reading.

"April 12:24, Levi-Est. Richard, the registration doctor, psychologist Jeff."

"April 19, 12:21, Levi-Est. Richard, the registration doctor, psychologist Jeff."

"April 26, 12:45, Levi Esti Richard, registration doctor, psychologist Jeff."

Al-Jonor's expression gradually froze. The file was stuck at the August position. There were still many files after that, but he no longer needed to flip through them.

Every week, Li Yili would go to the Guoweiton First Clinic between 12 and 1 o'clock to register for a medical appointment, and every time she would register for an appointment with psychologist Jeff.

This was unusual, but not as he had guessed.

Among the offerings were many pregnant women. Pregnant women are an extremely precious resource that is also very prone to problems. Therefore, the transportation process must be accompanied by a large amount of medicine to ensure the health of the pregnant women and to calm their minds without affecting the fetus.

With the Guoweidun Clinic as a pretext, the black goat calves could openly purchase those medicines under the guise of the sheep village logistics company. However, they also needed to keep a record of the purchases in order to make the next purchases smoothly. Of course, this was not a troublesome matter, since those were all medicines that were normally used.

According to his deduction, Li Yili was reselling supplies for young black goats. To ensure the condition of the sacrificial offerings, Li Yili, who wasn't responsible for purchasing medicine, would definitely have come to the clinic to buy the corresponding drugs. Leaving a list of visitors during the purchasing process does indeed fit Li Yili's pattern of neglecting details when working, but...

Why a psychologist in particular? And why has she always been the only psychologist?

Indeed, those are all normal medications, which even a psychologist can obtain a certificate to purchase. But Li Yili is reselling supplies of black goat calves!

Shouldn't we be more cautious when purchasing medicines?

For example, assigning someone else to purchase the medicine, or purchasing the medicine through a different doctor each time.

It's amazing that they kept such a regular list of visitors, and it was always the same doctor.

If we go to this psychologist, we can find out the reason why Li Yili comes to see the doctor so regularly, and maybe we can seize the clue that Li Yili is reselling black goat calves.

Everything went very smoothly, very smoothly...

Al-Chonno swallowed hard.

It's as if someone is waiting for him to check the list of visitors, waiting for him to find Guo Weinton's only psychiatrist.

Chapter Sixteen: A few minutes rounded up to an hour

After much hesitation, Al Jiono decided to copy down the list of visitors.

Whether or not someone did it intentionally, this is indeed a clue.

If it really is just that Li Yili is too arrogant and thinks no one will come to the clinic to check the visitor list, then we can take advantage of this and coerce Li Yili into stealing the real ledger of the black goat's cub.

If this is a trap to make him know things he shouldn't know, to expose him to truths he shouldn't touch, it doesn't matter. Nothing ventured, nothing gained; it's better than being sent to the tiger's mouth without knowing anything.

Holding the copied list of visitors, Al Jiono approached the nurse from before, "Excuse me, is Mr. Jeff available now?"

“Dr. Jeff?” The nurse was taken aback. “He’s always available.”

After a moment's hesitation, the nurse cautiously inquired, "Mr. Al-Jean-Brian, do you want to see a doctor?"

“No, I…yes, I think I need to talk to Mr. Jeff and buy some medicine,” Al-Jean-Born thought for a moment and decided to approach Jeff as a patient. If he directly revealed his identity, it might arouse Jeff’s suspicion.

First, pretend to be a patient and probe during the communication process, then reveal your true identity.

“Hey… psychiatrists are all liars. Mr. Al-Jean-Born should be careful not to be fooled by Dr. Jeff into buying a bunch of mental medications.”

Seeing Al-Jonor's serious expression, the nurse had no choice but to lead him upstairs while giving him instructions.

"A scam? Has anyone been scammed into buying a bunch of mental health medications lately?" Al-Jean-Beau asked casually, his right hand instinctively tightening its grip on his briefcase, inside which was a transcribed list of visitors.

During this period, the only person who would be "tricked" into buying a bunch of psychotropic drugs is Li Yili.

"Of course, medications for treating mental health issues are different from other medications. They have strict dosage requirements. If they can't be sold, it will be difficult to procure the relevant medications later. Poor Dr. Geoff can only live on a fixed salary and face the crisis of losing his job at any time. So Dr. Geoff always uses all sorts of rhetoric to make patients believe that they have a very serious disease and need medication."

The nurse started babbling on and on, while Al-Jonor waited patiently.

"So, Mr. Al-Jonor, no matter what..."

"Don't agree to any medication treatment. Once you do, you'll be trapped and end up like a hapless guy buying those ridiculously expensive psychiatric drugs every week."

coming!

El-Jiong's eyes lit up, and he casually asked, "Are there really such unlucky guys? He must be very rich, after all, those mental health medications are quite expensive."

"what!"

The nurse paused, as if she had suddenly remembered something, and turned her head sharply.

"Speaking of which, that unfortunate fellow seems to be an executive officer of Sheep Village, just like you, Mr. Al-Jean-Born. His name is something like Li, Li..."

“Levi’s Est. Richard,” Al-Chonno reminded him.

“Yes! That’s it! But it’s really surprising that the executives of Sheep Village are so rich, those mental illness medications are really expensive,” the nurse complained and stuck out her tongue, “They’re so strictly controlled even though they’re completely useless.”

Yes, that's really surprising.

Al-Chonno narrowed his eyes slightly and then spread his hands. "The one who's rich isn't the executive officer, but that person. Anyway, I don't have that much money. I can't afford to buy medicine for treatment every week."

“That’s true. I heard that Levi’s Est. Richard has a huge ranch.”

The nurses stopped in front of a door with a sign that read Jeff's name and knocked.

"Dr. Jeff, you have a patient."

Amidst a series of chaotic tinkering sounds, a man's voice came from behind the door.

"Please come in."

“Because he’s basically in a situation where he could lose his job at any time, Dr. Jeff usually sleeps,” the nurse explained before opening the door.

Al-Chonno looked up with some curiosity. It was a consultation room of about fifty square meters. There was a window on the right wall and a medicine cabinet that reached the ceiling on the left. Presumably for the purpose of storing medicines, there was a white curtain that could be pulled in the center of the consultation room to block the sunlight from falling into the consultation room from the right window. There seemed to be a bed behind the curtain.

Beneath the sunlit window, a blond man in a white coat rested his chin on his hand. On the cluttered table, an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts stood out conspicuously. The man seemed about to say something, but before he could even open his mouth, he let out a long yawn.

“Dr. Jeff, at least… you act like a doctor,” the nurse couldn’t help but rub her forehead. She genuinely felt that Jeff was responsible for the residents of Guoweiton who thought psychiatrists were frauds.

"Ha—there, sit there."

After yawning, Jeff pointed to the single sofa directly in front of his desk.

“Mr. Al-Chonno, if you have any questions, you can come to me. Remember to leave immediately if Dr. Jeff mentions medication,” the nurse said, giving Jeff a fierce glare before turning and leaving.

Al-Chonno raised his hand and patted his forehead, then leaned over and sat on the sofa Jeff pointed to, placing his briefcase on his lap, and re-examined the doctor who didn't look like a doctor at all.

Although he had already thought of a general way to get the conversation going, he felt at a loss for words when he actually met Jeff.

“Ha, let me think… Mr. Al-Jean-Bino, right? Do you have any family history of hereditary diseases?” Jeff flipped through the mess of documents on his arm.

“No, not at all,” Al-Jiongno could only follow Jeff’s lead since Jeff had spoken first.

“Alright, you’re not sick, you can go back now,” Jeff said, shrugging.

"what?"

Al Jonor was dumbfounded. Although he was prepared that Jeff wasn't a reliable doctor, this was just too unreliable.

“Of course, I charge by the hour. Even if it’s only a few minutes, it’s still an hour. Remember to pay at the front desk,” Jeff said, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and turning his chair to look out the window.

"Wait a minute, is that all?! Aren't you going to get checked?!" Al-Jonor suddenly stood up.

“The checkup is over, you’re healthy,” Jeff said without even glancing at Al-Chonno.

"examine?"

Al Chorno looked completely bewildered; Jeff hadn't even left the chair.

"You don't understand. The examination for mental illness is different from that for general illness. I am the doctor, and you should believe what I say."

Jeff argued vehemently, but Al Chorno's growing belief that the psychiatrist was a fraud was not simply a reflection of the residents of Wellington's distrust of the unknown.

Chapter Seventeen: He is a severely mentally ill patient.

"I'm sorry, I can't accept this outcome."

Al-Chonno plopped back down and crossed his arms.

“You really are a strange person. Most people wouldn’t accept the fact that they have a mental illness, but you’re actually dissatisfied because you’re mentally normal,” Jeff raised an eyebrow. “As a doctor, I can tell you’re not sick, but as a citizen, I have to say something. You… seem to be quite ill.”

“I’m just very unhappy with the way you concluded that I don’t have a mental illness,” Al Chonow said, frowning. “You didn’t do any tests at all.”

“No, I’ve been investigating all along,” Jeff said, taking his cigarette and stubbing it into the ashtray. “People with mental illnesses are often immersed in their own world and filled with hostility towards others who want to deny their own world, like me, who would definitely deny the world you live in.”

A psychologist.

"But you not only walked in quite decisively and sat on this sofa, but you also stared at me with an expression that seemed to want to ask me something, and you answered my question quite quickly. This is not the kind of reaction that a person with a mental illness should have."

"Mr. Al-Jean-Brian, are you satisfied with this conclusion?"

Jeff let out a long yawn.

Al-Chonno crossed his arms, his brows relaxing slightly.

Although Jeff's attitude was depressing, he was indeed very reliable when it came to the psychiatrist, and he didn't try to trick him into buying expensive medications as the nurse had suggested.

“If you’re satisfied, go to the front desk to pay the bill,” Jeff said, waving his hand as he noticed the change in Al Joff’s expression.

Al-Jonor stood up, but did not leave. Instead, he strode to his desk and slammed his hand heavily on it.

“I’m quite satisfied with the diagnosis of mental illness, so let’s talk about something else,” Al Chonau said, lowering his body. “Your deal with Levi Esti Richard behind the scenes.”

Al-Chonno also wanted to gradually extract information from Jeff, but Jeff was a psychologist, and judging from his performance just now, he had very strong observation and analytical skills. Most likely, Jeff would discover his attempts as soon as he started to probe. If Jeff deliberately concealed the deal with Li Yili and left him with nothing, that would be fine. But if Jeff set a trap for him and tried to guide his thinking, things would be bad.

Why not just confront them head-on?

Jeff leaned back, somewhat taken aback, seemingly completely unprepared for this turn of events. However, as an excellent psychologist, Jeff quickly recovered and waved his hand.

"As a doctor, I must strictly protect the privacy of my patients. Even if you stay here all day, I will not reveal any information to you. But I am not a competent doctor either. Levi Esti Richard is a true mental patient."