Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

Can you describe it to me?

"It's very interesting. It's been a long time... well, how should I put it, a long time since I've tried doing this. I never imagined it could be this realistic."

Zhang Wusheng then realized that Koreya couldn't see this beautiful scenery, and he felt genuinely sorry for her.

"A vast grassland rarely visited by humans!"

"As far as the eye can see, there is a sea of ​​grass, and the sky is a clear azure blue, with light white clouds floating like ribbons. In the distance, several mountain peaks stand tall, soaring into the clouds. The emerald sea stretches out to the horizon, where it merges with the sky!"

Such a detailed description surprised Koreya. Although Zhang Wusheng was talking to her, the focus of his pupils wasn't on her. Instead, they seemed to be moving beyond her body, wandering between near and far, clearly observing an imagined scene. In other words, the imaginary world he had constructed was so real to him that he could become completely immersed in it.

Although Correa made some arrangements to facilitate his imagination: first, she chose a location, selecting a room as far away from the street as possible to isolate it from noise. Then, she cleared out all the furnishings and decorations from the room, leaving only the four walls to eliminate distractions as much as possible.

but……

Such exaggerated imagination was beyond her expectations; Correa seemed to be seeing an artist who had chosen the wrong profession.

"Just now, for a fleeting moment, did White Torch City pop into your mind?"

"You even know that?" Zhang Wusheng was somewhat surprised. Then, his eyebrows, which were still smiling, lowered slightly by a few millimeters. "But I don't like it there."

"Do you dislike the environment there, or the interpersonal relationships?"

“I…” Zhang Wusheng was stumped by the question. He stared at the horizon where the grassland met the sky in the distance, his gaze somewhat unfocused, and murmured, “To be honest, I can’t tell either.”

“I was born and raised in that city, so logically, it’s my hometown and I should miss it. But… maybe I’m just too familiar with it. I can easily construct that city in my mind, and it’s practically indistinguishable from the real one.”

"I don't have many happy memories from that time."

"However, if it's for medical treatment, I absolutely must go back there..."

"No, no, please don't!" Correa's tone suddenly became a little nervous. "Just trust your first instinct."

"Hmm?" Zhang Wusheng asked suspiciously, "Could it be that there's some other trick to this?"

“Away from crowds, away from cities, away from civilization… um…” She picked up a pencil and quickly wrote something on the dirty notebook, “The grasslands… perhaps that explains why you, deep down, yearn for a paradise-like place to live.”

Zhang Wusheng asked, puzzled, "You asked me to create a relaxing environment, right?"

"Many people only feel relaxed in familiar environments, usually their own home or bedroom. However, their imaginations aren't as vivid as yours, so don't worry about it..."

Koreya slammed the notebook shut and laughed, "By the way, don't you think the grassland you imagined is a bit rough around the edges?"

"Huh?!" Zhang Wusheng looked puzzled.

“For example…” Koreya pointed into the distance, “Is grass the only crop? Isn’t that a bit lazy?”

"Besides grass, what else should be on the grassland?" Zhang Wusheng frowned. "Animals? Sure, logically, there should be. But I've hardly ever seen any live animals, so I can't even imagine what they would look like moving..."

The green wine and red stove, just like the noble lords of the Middle Ages, who would occasionally go out hunting on horseback.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wusheng felt annoyed again, and a few dark clouds appeared in the originally clear sky.

This fleeting emotional shift was precisely captured by Correa.

"what happened?"

"Uh...no..." Zhang Wusheng was surprised by her keen perception of emotional changes, and quickly made up a lame excuse, "I was just thinking..."

"If you can't be real, then don't even think about it."

Koreya, like a demanding director, was making demands on the stage design of this play: "In contrast, what about the flowers? Can you imagine what flowers look like in full bloom?"

"That's fine."

Zhang Wusheng closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, a field of deep purple lavender bloomed in the grass not far away. The fragrant purple and the vibrant green overlapped, creating a wonderful visual impact and elevating the scenery in Zhang Wusheng's eyes to a whole new level.

“Next up is the sun! You just said the sun is right above you, right?” Correa said. “From the ground, the sun’s area should be about the size of a disk at a distance of about 20 centimeters from the observer.”

"Does your perception of the sun deviate from common sense? Is it too big or too small?"

"No, doctor..." Zhang Wusheng was speechless for the first time, "Anyway, it's just in my imagination, so it should be close enough, right?"

“This isn’t child’s play; we’re doing treatment, treatment. Everything has to be done with care.” Koreya then revealed a hint of scholarly demeanor, adjusting her glasses. “Details can determine success or failure.”

"Ugh……"

Zhang Wusheng sighed, then imagined a plate floating 20 centimeters away from him.

Using this as a reference point, I adjusted the size of the sun by gesturing with my hand.

"Although this is a grassland, it's impossible for all the grass to grow to the same height. One blade of grass is a completely different life from another. Their appearance should also be different!"

"Ha...haha..." Zhang Wusheng chuckled dryly, "If I had imagined myself on the beach just now, wouldn't you have exploded?"

"Hmph~~~ You better not change your mind. If we were on the beach, I might say that there are subtle differences between individual grains of sand." Correa chuckled mischievously. "At least, imagine the differences between the grasses within your field of vision."

"Um……"

"Then, there's the smell. What should you smell? The earthy scent mixed with grass roots, a smell that's both fishy and a little refreshing!"

"And then, speaking of grasslands, because there are no man-made structures, the wind is incredibly strong. Sitting on the grassland, you should be able to hear the whistling wind, right?"

"And then, the distant mountains—how far away are they exactly? How high are they? What is their color…?"

……

Zhang Wusheng felt like a miserable contractor, constantly being asked this and that by the client, and having to modify the product endlessly.

Is this really treatment?

Chapter 1003: My Reflection in the Mirror

"You've worked hard," Correa said gently, encouragingly. "You've fulfilled all my requests without missing a single one."

"Here, have another cup of tea to refresh yourself and relax."

Zhang Wusheng snatched the teacup, the leisurely and refined manner of savoring the first cup of black tea completely gone. Right now, he really needed to pull himself together.

"Ha...finally..."

Faced with this world, so meticulously detailed that it was almost indistinguishable from reality, Zhang Wusheng sighed, "To be honest, I didn't expect it to be this tiring. The thought of this world disappearing in the end makes me reluctant to end it. It feels like something I worked so hard to create is being destroyed."

"Hmm... So you still have plenty of energy left," Koreya said with a smile. "Then could I ask you to make it rain on this grassland?"

“Are you kidding me?!”

Zhang Wusheng rarely showed such strong emotions. His voice was a decibel higher than usual. "When raindrops fall from the sky, you're probably going to ask me to simulate the details of the world reflected in every single raindrop, right? And the obviously wet grassland after the rain, the rainwater clinging to the grass blades... My brain will explode!"

"You underestimate your brain. You have many untapped potential abilities."

"but……"

Correa put the notebook and pencil aside.

"Since you seem a little tired, let's call this part up," Correa said with a smile. "How do you feel in the cozy world you've created?"

"Feel……"

The sun is just right.

Clear skies.

The breeze blows.

The grass sea ripples.

“It’s really good.” Zhang Wusheng let out a sigh of relief, looked at the distant hills, and murmured, “Perhaps… just like this, in the world of imagination, is not bad either.”

Unfortunately, he himself knew that this was impossible.

Putting everything else aside, he's still on the battlefield! It's just that Morocco has moved from the front lines to the periphery. This time, it was under the guise of medical treatment that he had this opportunity to unleash his imagination.

Like the magic on Cinderella, it will all return to normal once the clock strikes twelve.

"Mr. Zhang, according to you, the 'hallucination' that has been bothering you is an individual with the same appearance, height, and physical characteristics as you, but missing its right leg and pupils like a lizard, is that right?"

“Well…” Zhang Wusheng scratched his head, looking quite troubled. “From my perspective, it’s hard to call that an ‘illusion’; it’s just too real. But no one else can see it except me, so we have to leave it at that.”

"So, under what circumstances does this Phantom Master usually appear?"

“Uh, generally… generally it is…” Zhang Wusheng hesitated for a moment, but chose a more moderate way of putting it, “It’s when my heart is beating fast, my asthma is about to flare up, or when my emotions are fluctuating a lot, that I will see him.”

"I see."

Koreya thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "You mean, you'll see him when you're feeling negative, right?"

"Huh?!" Zhang Wusheng's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you..."

“Finding the truth from vague, loosely structured language is our job,” Correa said with a smile. “You just mentioned ‘rapid heartbeat.’ Most people can increase their heart rate through exercise. But considering your situation, that’s quite difficult, isn’t it? And you also just said that White Torch City isn’t a happy place for you.”

"In that case, only negative emotions such as anger, pain, displeasure, and jealousy can cause the heart to beat faster."

"..."

Zhang Wusheng looked at her with even more respect, and then nodded.

These deep psychological activities, which should have been kept hidden from the light of day, were peeled away layer by layer by the intellectual woman in front of him, like an onion.

I'm finally starting to feel a little bit of the treatment.

"By the way, since we're having a conversation right now, can you still see 'him'?"

“No, he’s not here, but…” Zhang Wusheng looked around with lingering fear, “He’s using my eyes to see and my ears to hear.”

"Yes, I understand." Correa smiled gently and took his hand again. "It's okay."

"Next, I have a question for you... This question is very important, so please think about it carefully before answering me."

"Under what circumstances did you first meet 'him'?"

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……

This question made Zhang Wusheng instinctively feel repulsed, and he showed a look of great fear.

first……

See him?

"Woo..."

Just as he briefly searched his mind along this line of thought, a dull ache, similar to the delirium that comes with a fever, assaulted his consciousness. Zhang Wusheng rubbed his forehead, a look of dejection on his face, and decided not to delve any further. His subconscious told him that continuing to think about this question would only bring him more harm in the end.

“I…I’m sorry, doctor,” he said dejectedly. “I can’t remember when it started, maybe it’s been like this ever since I was born…”

"Don't run away, Wu Sheng."

As the treatment entered a critical stage, Correa stopped calling him "Mr. Zhang" and addressed him by his first name.

A name has power.

At least in interpersonal relationships, this is true: after addressing someone by their first name, no matter what you say, the other person's level of seriousness towards you will increase.

“I…” Zhang Wusheng’s gaze was somewhat taken aback.

"Don't run away." Koreya's voice was gentle yet firm. "Separating a part of your spirit from your body will inevitably result in a strong emotional impact. In reality, it means something has happened that is enough to severely damage your worldview! Such a big event will definitely leave a mark on your life."

"The more you reject it, the more it shows how seriously you take it. It's so important that if you don't think about it and resolve it, you'll never be able to let it go."

"But...I...I really can't remember..."

Zhang Wusheng clutched his head, saying in pain, "I hear a lot of noise, like someone is banging a gong next to my ear!"

……

“No,” Correa said softly, “you can remember.”

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Zhang Wusheng suddenly saw himself.

Anxious, in pain, struggling ugly within myself.

"……Mirror?"

That huge vertical mirror finally came in handy. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was stunned.

"That's right, it's a mirror."

Correa pushed one of the mirrors to the edge of the carpet to make sure it didn't encroach on the carpet's area.

Her voice sounded powerful at that moment.