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Tendency to depression.

Lucien looked away.

The waiting time was not long. The two people in front came out not long after they went in... but their expressions were somewhat angry or depressed.

He had a bad feeling.

"Mr. Lucien Emerson Turner, please come in," the nurse called.

……

She is a plump lady, quite pretty, and her smile easily makes people like her.

"I'm Wendy Taylor. You can call me Wendy. Lucian, can I call you that?" Her tone was a little coquettish, not like a doctor's, but it made people smile. Lucian said, "Of course."

“What are your symptoms?”

"Well, I've been having some strange dreams... I'd like you to analyze the reasons."

"Okay, Meng..." Ms. Taylor tapped the pen on the table. "But I think your problem is anorexia..."

"Anorexia? Not really. I just have a digestive disorder... There's nothing wrong with my mental state. I'm just asking about dreams."

"Although I think you should find a dream interpreter... I should be able to help you from a scientific perspective. So... what did you dream about?"

"The sunset, the tide, a wooden chair, and a person whose face is unclear."

"The sunset generally symbolizes the end of a certain stage, the tide shows the perception of a certain pattern, the wooden chair represents the yearning for a stable life, and the inability to see the face clearly may be a reflection of your blurred sense of self-identity."

Lucien didn't quite understand what was said, but he felt relieved... At least Ms. Taylor had some academic accomplishment.

But Ms Taylor went on to say: "It fits perfectly with the psychology of anorexia."

Lucien:?

"The end of a stage means that you are in a bad situation... You have to end this stage, and the influencing factor is your body shape." Ms. Taylor's eyes flashed with determination:

"The regular summary represents your plan for your diet - eat less. The so-called stable life is the future you want to achieve by losing weight... The person whose face you can't see clearly, your self-identification - thin person."

"You have anorexia," Ms. Taylor concluded, raising her index finger. "Don't be so quick to deny it. Listen, people with anorexia deny their condition and avoid their body shape... Are you ashamed of your weight?"

"Uh…I didn't."

Lucien just felt that she was relying on the conclusion to reverse the process, which was far-fetched and made no sense... Besides, he ate and drank well every day and never had anorexia.

"Then why don't you admit that you have anorexia?" Ms. Taylor looked as if she was sure of victory.

Lucien didn't understand the general emphasis: "I mean, I'm not anorexic."

She said, “You do.”

"I'm sorry, did I misunderstand you?"

"There's no misunderstanding. My judgment is... you have anorexia."

Lucien finally understood why the first two had that expression... This was a lady who wouldn't listen, and her pretty appearance couldn't hide the fact that she was an unqualified doctor.

He shrugged. "Okay, but I see it differently... Goodbye."

Lucien turned around and tried to leave the room.

"You'll be diagnosed with anorexia sooner or later!" Ms. Taylor slammed the table, making a noise.

Lucien didn't press the doorknob, but turned back to look at her, narrowed his eyes slightly - he regretted it, in the condescending and sarcastic expression of Ms. Taylor - and sat back down.

"Please continue." He smiled.

……

It was raining outside, not too heavily, and Ms. Taylor stood up and closed the window... The consulting room was more private and quiet.

"Well, although you are a stubborn patient...but at least, you can still listen to what I say." She did not sit back in the chair, but leaned against the windowsill. Her plump breasts were more obvious because of this posture.

"Yes, I saw your business card - an outstanding graduate student in psychology from Stanford University - and I trust your judgment." He smiled, sincerely, cooperatively, and flattered.

Ms. Taylor looked at her chest, where the business card was located. She turned it over with her other hand, revealing her position in the hospital - Psychology Expert, and smiled.

"Sorry, I didn't notice this. The higher-ups require that academic qualifications be listed after the job title... This makes what we say more convincing."

And Lucien just laughed.

"My graduate thesis on anorexia nervosa is about this. Don't worry, I'm pretty good at it."

She seemed eager to display her knowledge and drew up a long list of tables, nutritional plans, and future arrangements for Lucien's physical problems.

Lucien listened to Ms. Taylor's talk until the end, when she looked at the time and ended the conversation with a feeling of wanting more.

"Are you finished?" asked Lucian.

"Yes, as long as you follow the plan and come back here for follow-up visits so I can follow up on your condition...you will recover," she said.

"Okay, it's my turn then." Lucien clasped his hands together in front of his chest. "I don't have anorexia nervosa, ma'am."

Chapter 100 "Mental Illness"

Sometimes Lucien was really surprised at his own patience and good temper.

For example, he can talk to Sand Dollar calmly.

"First of all, I'm the one who's sick. You can't say you understand my pain better than I do...just like I can't say I don't think menstruation hurts." His slender fingers stirred back and forth:

"Secondly, I admire your academic credentials and knowledge, and I understand how profound your research on anorexia is... But this isn't a textbook, and I'm not the advisor who'll let you graduate just because you submit your thesis. I'm certainly not an anorexia nervosa patient."

"The third point... is also the most important one." Lucian touched his waist: "I think I've seen this scene somewhere..."

……

It's very similar to the scene in the 2019 Joker where Arthur shoots Franklin... although he has forgotten about it.

If possible, Lucien would also like to do so.

……

"Although I have forgotten the cause and process of the incident...but I remember the result, it seems."

He pointed his hand at Ms. Taylor's head like a gun, made a dramatic "bang," and then smiled: "Just kidding, ma'am."

……

Unfortunately, he didn't have a gun.

……

The smile on Ms. Taylor's face vanished as she pointed at the door and said, "Get out! Get out!"

Lucien shrugged, pushed the door open and left. After the door closed, Ms. Taylor's yelling could still be heard.

"Uh..." The real anorexic patient waiting in the back was a little at a loss.

"Hey, come back another day." Lucian patted his shoulder. "For the sake of anorexia, Ms. Taylor, our Stanford University Psychology Master, seems to need to find a doctor for treatment today."

……

Lucien went to the gastroenterology department again and asked the doctor to prescribe some pills to aid digestion.

"I can't keep losing weight like this..."

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At night, the lights come on.

He went to his place of work.

"Honey, give me a...what's it, a Bloody Mary? That's such an old-fashioned name." The blonde girl leaned over the counter and tapped it with her nails.

——Lucien is a bartender in a nightclub.

"The prototype of Bloody Mary is Countess Lee Kester...a beauty who maintains her youth by drinking the blood of young girls." Lucian said, her shoulder-length curly hair combed up and tied behind her head.

Countess Koster was a stunningly beautiful aristocrat who was said to have bathed in and drank the blood of virgins to maintain her youth. She was eventually buried alive in a crypt, and her story became the inspiration for the Bloody Mary cocktail.

The girl listened, her smile unchanged. "Dear, is it time for your daily science lesson again?"

"No, what I mean is..." He winked playfully, "Perhaps Countess Lee Kester killed so many people because she hadn't met you—my lovely Miss Lilith?"

Lilith raised an eyebrow.

"If she met you, she would definitely admire your beauty and think that only your blood alone could keep her young forever..." Lucien placed the prepared drink on the counter.

These words are obviously not humorous or pleasing, but are mixed with some curses and bloody meanings.

But Lilith was happy. She picked up the glass of wine and said, "I knew it, dear. I like this metaphor."

……

Simple praise cannot impress the people of Gotham, just like making a cocktail, you always have to add some acidic lemon juice and useless ice cubes.

……

The nightclub business was so good that Lucien was often too busy to even look up.

Around two o'clock in the morning, he sat in a chair and watched the crowd gradually disperse.

"Turner, this is our new assistant... teach her how to make cocktails so you don't have to be so busy."

Lucian turned around and saw Lilith leading a girl with yellow hair, who lowered her head and looked a little shy. She looked about twenty years old.

"Oh...what's your name?"

"Jenny Ansel Lopez." Her voice was a little low. "You can call me Jenny."

"Okay, Jenny, look here, let's make a Bloody Mary for Countess Lee Kester—she's got a job for you and a job for me."

……

You need to roll up your sleeves when making drinks, but Lucien was surprised when Jenny did it.

There are crisscross patterns on it, and it is obvious that it is not a normal scar.

"Abuse? Depression? Self-harm?"

"Well... depression was something I used to do, but it's much better now."

"Would you mind telling me the details?" Lucian's words were a bit presumptuous, but perhaps he really had come out of it, or perhaps he was just trying to improve his impression of her. Jenny shrugged and replied:

"A little family problem... My mother is mentally ill, and I was influenced by both her genes and her upbringing—in short, stress."