Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Psychologists and psychiatrists are not the same profession.

In dealing with patients, the former will tell you how to regulate your psychological state, and in more severe cases, may suggest you take medication.

For even more serious conditions, they would recommend seeing a psychiatrist.

The difference between psychiatrists and psychologists is that the former deals with more complex cases, patients whose mental states are generally in a "pathological" condition.

The so-called pathological state refers to unconventional values, ethics, worldviews, self-recognition, and so on…

Um… in terms of treatment, the latter tends to be more direct…

So, when it became known that Du Wei was a psychologist, the expression on Director Taylor's face turned somewhat strange.

She coughed and then said, "If you weren't an Exorcist, I would think you're here to apply for a job at the hospital."

Du Wei did not respond, silently following behind Director Taylor with his umbrella.

He was pondering the affairs of Hill Psychiatric Hospital and that patient squatting beside the electric barrier machine.

On a stormy day, a psychiatric patient was outside getting soaked in the rain, and by the looks of it, his perception of the outside world was also distorted.

Even the most negligent medical staff wouldn't let such a patient stay out in a downpour.

"This is strange…"

Du Wei silently said to himself while still maintaining his distance from Director Taylor.

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He did not like to get too close to strangers, especially in a place like a psychiatric hospital.

At that moment, Director Taylor suddenly turned her head and said, "By the way, you are also a member of the church, and although I have little contact with people like you, there is no need to be so aloof. I've never liked being called 'Director.'"

The statement was quite odd…

Therefore, Du Wei feigned surprise and asked, "Isn't your position that of director? Why would you dislike it?"

Director Taylor sighed and said, "Because I was the only one who kept my human form from that big fire years ago."

Du Wei nodded in apology, "Sorry, I am not aware of your past. In that case, should I call you Mrs. Taylor?"

Mrs. Taylor smiled and said, "Of course, although my husband has been dead for ten years."

Du Wei also smiled, but his mind became more alert.

Mrs. Taylor's behavior was very odd, seemingly hinting at something.

Could it have anything to do with a nun?

He thought about it and dismissed the idea internally.

Du Wei himself was a person tainted by a nun's curse, and no one understood that feeling of horror and despair more than him.

Even though he always maintained a calm and rational state, his spirit was always on edge.

Relatively speaking, if Mrs. Taylor had anything to do with a nun, she absolutely wouldn't have escaped the curse, nor would she be living so "comfortably."

So then… what exactly was she trying to convey?

Du Wei's gaze grew slightly colder, but his facial expression remained unchanged.

…

Ten minutes later.

Mrs. Taylor brought Du Wei to where he would be staying.

Um… it was on a separate floor where the medical staff lived, with the building next door housing the psychiatric patients.

After sitting for a short while, they started to chat.

Du Wei was the first to speak, "Mrs. Taylor, from what I see, Hill Psychiatric Hospital doesn't seem to have many medical staff, does it?"

Just now, while going upstairs, he had quietly observed the surroundings of the corridor and could hardly see any trash bins or signs of people living there.

Mrs. Taylor answered, "Yes, this place is in the suburbs, and not many doctors are willing to work here. Furthermore, the impression left by a previous fire wasn't very good, you understand?"

Du Wei nodded and said, "I know a little about it, so how many medical staff are there in the hospital now?"

Mrs. Taylor coughed and said, "Including myself, there are 19, but some do not have regular working hours, so you probably won't run into them."

After saying this, she added, "Alright, I am a bit tired and need to go back to rest. In about an hour the hospital will close, and if James and the others haven't arrived by then, please help me open the door."

Du Wei hummed in agreement, "Of course, I can do that."

Seeing this, Mrs. Taylor didn't stay any longer, she stood up and staggered out.

After she left, Du Wei instantly resumed his calm demeanor.

He first looked around the room.

The already tidied room was furnished with somewhat old-fashioned tables and chairs, but they were clean as they had been washed.

Besides that, there was the air conditioner hanging above the bed. The whole room was decorated very simply.

Most importantly, the windows were large. Although the sky outside was overcast, it made the interior seem not as dim as he had imagined.

So, Du Wei walked over to the window.

At this moment, the rain was falling heavier, with large drops hitting the glass, making a drip-drop sound that was slightly noisy.

Looking out, the building directly opposite was the iconic church-style clock tower.

Then, Du Wei saw Mrs. Taylor's figure in his view.

She was holding an umbrella, struggling to walk in the rain, heading straight towards the clock tower.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"This head nurse, there's something very off about her."

Du Wei watched coldly as Mrs. Taylor entered the tower, murmuring to himself.

The presence of a church-style clock tower in a psychiatric hospital was already quite strange, a stretch of an explanation could be that it was formerly a church.

But for the head nurse of a psychiatric hospital, claiming to need rest and then going into a clock tower was completely illogical.

If she wasn't lying, then it could only mean that she lived in the clock tower year-round and led her life inside there.

"So what's her motive? Evil Spirit?"

"Yet, I haven't found any traces of the existence of Evil Spirit…"

"Perhaps, I should go out and take a look…"

…

16:23.

Ryan, as usual, investigated his own patients in the corridors of Hill Psychiatric Hospital.

In about half an hour, the hospital would close. In simple terms, it would be time to leave. After eating his work meal, he would choose to go back to his separate room, maintaining a good routine.

But today, he encountered a strange male patient.

Dressed in a black trench coat, rarely showing any expression, and most notably, the man's eyes were always disturbingly calm, like a stagnant pool.

"Mr. Du Wei, I have roughly understood your condition, there's nothing too serious. I advise you to take more medication and then go back to your room to rest well, just as I do."

As he spoke, Ryan pointed to his own head, "Eat on time, rest punctually, and you'll find this world is beautiful. But if you don't eat and rest at regular times, you'll fall into distress."

"This is called anxiety, it's a very serious illness, but I am very skilled, I am the most professional psychotherapist in New York, so please make sure you cooperate with me... Wait, where are you going? It's going to be dark soon, you must return to your room!"