Chapter 117: Chapter 121 Miss Psychiatrist
In front of an ergency exit on the western side of the museum, Duncan, Nina, and Sherry burst into the open air. When fresh air and bright sky light appeared simultaneously, Sherry couldn’t help cheer, “Fantastic! We made it out!”
Duncan glanced at the girl, but before he could say anything, he suddenly felt a light movent from the young lady on his back—under the stimulation of the fresh air and the jostling they had endured, she finally woke up.
Duncan quickly found a place nearby and gently set her down.
Heidi slowly ca to her senses.
Her forehead throbbed as if it had been smacked with a plank, followed by discomfort in her lungs from inhaling a small amount of smoke. These were the first sensations Heidi beca aware of as she regained consciousness. Then, she abruptly opened her eyes and began to cough violently.
After the trendous confusion and severe coughing, she suddenly realized she had been rescued—she was sowhere outside the museum, surrounded by bright sunlight and fresh air, with several figures in front of her.
“You’re awake,” Nina squatted down beside the young lady, looking at Heidi with concern as she opened her eyes and tried to adjust to the surrounding light, “How do you feel? Is anything hurting?”
“My head hurts… Did you two save ?” Heidi’s eyes finally focused and adjusted to the bright outdoor light. She quickly assessed the situation and recognized the two young girls, “Ah, it’s you two…”
“You know us?” Sherry blinked, speaking reflexively.
“Don’t know you, but I rember seeing you at the museum,” Heidi shook her head, sitting up and looking around, “Cough cough… What happened to …?”
“You were knocked unconscious; Nina and I dragged you to a safe place for a while, then my uncle rushed into the fire to save people and brought you out too,” Nina explained quickly, “You’re safe now.”
“Uncle… ah, this gentleman? Thank you…” Heidi’s gaze quickly fell on Duncan, and as she spoke, she tried to stand up, seemingly intending to bow as a sign of gratitude but almost fell over again before she could complete the gesture.
Duncan steadied her, “No need for formalities.”
“Thank you,” Heidi stood weakly, bowing her head in thanks while feeling the residual fright, “If it weren’t for you, I would certainly have been burned alive in there… That fire was terrible… I really can’t thank you enough, I don’t know how I could possibly repay…”
“No need for such distant words,” Duncan said with a smile, looking at the lady, “We actually have so connection… Do you know Mr. Morris?”
Heidi paused, her expression turning to one of confusion as she looked at Duncan, “That’s my father… You know him?”
“That pendant,” Duncan gestured at the purple “crystal” pendant on Heidi’s chest, “ca from my shop.”
Heidi looked down at the pendant on her chest, her expression sowhat blank, “… Ah?!”
“It’s a small world, isn’t it?” Duncan laughed, extending his hand, “Let introduce myself properly, Duncan Strain. I run an antique shop in the Lower City District. This is my niece, Nina, and this one over here…”
“I’m Sherry!” Sherry imdiately spoke up, as if afraid that if she was too late to introduce herself, her na would be spoken by so profoundly evil entity and beco tainted with a curse of so sort, “You can just call Sherry!”
“Heidi Underwood,” Heidi shook Duncan’s hand, her head still feeling slightly dizzy, but she was trying her best to adjust, “I’m a psychiatrist.”
“A psychiatrist?” Duncan raised his eyebrows unconsciously, “You are a psychiatrist?”
“Ah, yes, might look a bit young… but I am a fully licensed psychiatrist,” Heidi said with so pride, then began searching her person. It took her a while to find a wrinkled business card. She handed it to Duncan with both hands, “Here’s my card. If it could be of use to you, I am willing to offer my consulting services for free anyti…”
A highly-licensed psychiatrist from the Upper City District might indeed be a connection worth having.
Duncan took the card, glanced over it, and saw an address for a clinic in the Upper City District, Heidi’s na, license number, and a code consisting of five digits and letters.
Beneath that line of code was a note: Express Code.
Duncan’s gaze lingered briefly on the “Express Code” line. He rembered that it seed to be a part of the Pland postal system, but it was different from regular mail. In so part of the Lower City District, he had seen facilities dedicated to the dispatch and reception of “express” items, but the original owner of his body had never used this service.
Because it was very expensive, postage was nearly ten tis that of a normal letter, and the original owner of this body had no friends or relatives worth the high cost of ergency communication.
Duncan vaguely knew that this special “mail” was delivered quickly through high-pressure steam pipelines and standardized capsule containers. Not only could it send letters, but it could also deliver small packages. Even accounting for the last leg of manual processing and potential delivery tis, it would take at most a few hours to deliver a piece of mail to any corner of City-State.
Well… he could only admire that it was indeed a luxury worthy of an Upper City District high-class psychiatrist, even their appointnt requests were made with such expensive gadgets…
After reflecting on this for a mont, Duncan carefully stored the business card away and then heard Heidi suddenly ask, “By the way, do you need to undergo… a post-disaster spiritual assessnt?”
Duncan looked at her puzzledly, and the young psychiatrist Miss quickly explained, “Of course, it’s free—I don’t an anything by it. Mainly, after an accident, it’s easy for people to have ntal issues, especially in a museum where many historical artifacts are present. Serious ntal stress combined with the influence of certain artifacts… can easily leave a shadow on the spiritual level.”
Heidi seed to be carefully choosing her words, trying to convey so very professional and sophisticated—sotis even removed from ordinary life—”knowledge” to the people in front of her. She was a bit worried that such “science popularization” might seem offensive, so her tone and deanor were as sincere and gentle as possible. Duncan recognized her efforts in this regard, but his thoughts were elsewhere—
He, of course, did not need any spiritual assessnt. Having been a “captain” for so long, he had so understanding of his own special nature. To say nothing of the psychological pressure brought on by such a fire, even if sothing erged from the Mysterious Deep Sea to greet him personally, it would be the other party needing a SC, not him.
As for Sherry… Did this warrior woman, who could fight Heretics and Profound Demons for three hundred rounds, need a spiritual assessnt? The psychological shock she suffered in the entire fire probably wasn’t as significant as the shadow left by seeing herself kick open a door afterward…
But Nina… Nina might truly need the help of a psychiatrist.
Not just because of today’s fire, but also because of her poor ntal state over the past few days and those dreams with a hint of premonition.
This needed a professional’s touch; his own powers were of no use in this area. He had discussed with Nina the possibility of visiting a church when they had the chance, but now that a high-class psychiatrist was offering help… it would be foolish to refuse free service.
“Nina might need help,” Duncan looked at his “niece,” gently ruffled the girl’s hair, “but not just because of today’s fire—she’s been having strange dreams lately, and her ntal state is not good.”
Nina imdiately muttered, “I’m actually okay…”
“It’s free, you know,” Heidi said with a smile, pointing at herself, “My usual consultation fee is… Ow, ow, ow!”
She accidentally poked at the place on her body that had been hit by a brick. It had swollen up quite a bit, and it was easy to touch accidentally.
“That’s right, free. Why not take advantage if there’s no charge,” Sherry, who had been quiet for a while, also joined in the chatter, “She still owes us a favor…”
“Well… okay then,” Nina hesitated for a mont before finally nodding lightly, but then she looked at Heidi with so confusion, “What does a spiritual assessnt entail? Can it be done here? Do I need to answer so questions, or fill out so forms?”
“We need at least a quiet environnt, and I need to be in a better state—at least this big bump on my head needs to go down a bit,” Heidi explained with a smile, “I am a professional, unlike those shoddy doctors who ask a few questions and then give you a diagnostic report. How about this, tomorrow is a school holiday, if Miss Nina has ti, I will co to visit in the afternoon—I will ask your father for your address.”
She paused and then gingerly touched the wound on her forehead.
“As for now, I need to find a place to treat this wound… Hiss…”
“There are peace officers maintaining order in the square, and dical staff,” Duncan thought for a mont, “Do you need us to accompany you? Your current state…”
“No need, I’ve fully regained consciousness,” Heidi waved her hand and then looked back at the museum still emitting wisps of smoke, a trace of fright on her face along with unabashed regret, “Ah… there goes my rare holiday… all spoiled.”
“It’s bad to have a holiday spoiled for sure,” Duncan comnted offhand, “But fortunately, we’ve just survived a disaster, haven’t we?”
“Alright… that’s a good point,” Heidi said, and then sighed, murmuring to herself, “Ah, I just hope certain heretics and roaming Sky Light can stay quiet for a bit, so at least my next holiday can co sooner… Ah, sorry, I shouldn’t complain about these things to strangers, you must find it amusing.”
Duncan: “…?”
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