Section 30 - Psychological Issues
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The setting sun gradually sank into the west.
Carrying a backpack filled with small bread loaves, Chen Fei set off on his return journey to the Aircrew Base.
As he left the school, Teacher Shen Fei and several students who were staying overnight stood on the ridge with flashlights, lighting the path ahead for him.
After the sunset, the temperature dropped sharply. A cold wind suddenly swept through his neck. Chen Fei shivered and hastily zipped up his windbreaker, pulled on his hood, and turned on the light on his shoulder. Only then did he feel somewhat better.
"Awoooo…"
The distant howling of wolves echoed across the mountains, followed by another howl from a different direction, as if they were responding to each other.
For a moment, the howling of the wolves rose and fell, like a large gathering, making one's hair stand on end with fear and trepidation.
However, Chen Fei seemed oblivious to it, his mind completely detached from the wolf howls filling his ears, instead recalling the afternoon's essay class.
Emmmmm… very bizarre.
It was just an elementary school essay. How hard could it be?
Teacher Shen Fei's essay topic allowed choosing any fruit to write a composition of over 200 words, which provided a lot of creative freedom.
Chen Fei, helping Teacher Shen Fei, also grabbed a pen and a sheet of grid paper, playfully joining the elementary students in writing the essay.
A college student writing an elementary school essay, whether in terms of social experience or vocabulary mastery, was akin to a dimensional strike.
While the elementary students were scratching their heads in deep thought, Chen Fei easily began writing. He chose watermelon and cleverly started by comparing it to a puffed-up green frog. If he continued using metaphors, personifications, and exaggerations, it could have been a lively and interesting essay.
However, Chen Fei failed to notice that his writing had mysteriously gone astray, veering off by miles.
"…a white knife goes in, a red knife comes out… red liquid flows… cut into eight pieces…"
He ended up turning a simple watermelon cutting into a watermelon murder case, and the writing was filled with murderous intent. It was only after finishing the last word that he abruptly realized he had written a very peculiar essay.
Feeling that something was off, Chen Fei didn't dare show the sheet filled with writing to Shen Fei. Instead, he pretended as if nothing had happened and quietly folded it, stuffing it into his pocket.
This was very wrong, incredibly wrong!
But there was also some good news.
The "Phantosmia" finally had a solution that required neither injections nor medication, all thanks to a book titled "DOS for Dummies." The commands within it could actually affect "Phantosmia," and although he had yet to try the other commands, the command "cls" had already been proven to be effective.
Shen Fei generously gifted him this half-century-old computer book, solving his urgent problem, which was now sitting in his backpack alongside the bizarre essay from the afternoon.
During the night, the loud howls of wild wolves did not come to bother Chen Fei. Even if they targeted him, it did not matter; an AK-47 in hand, the mere sound of gunfire was enough to deter these beasts, enough to keep the whole pack at bay.
Under the gaze of variously colored pupils reflected in the dark, Chen Fei returned to the Aircrew Base. Before he even had the chance to drop off his backpack at the dorm, he rushed to find the medical team.
"Hey, hey, hey, Dr. Jackson, stop for a moment and look at this."
He pulled out the essay from his backpack, slapped it on the desk in front of the duty doctor, William Jackson, and then tapped on his SVR helmet.
Who would have thought this seemingly respectable guy was into this sort of thing? No wonder Piao Aihua's shady business still managed to survive. He must have made a fortune.
Ever since the shady dealer was arrested by the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Apocalypse Defense Group Headquarters, no new news had come out, and it was unclear what the situation was now.
"What! Oh yeah!"
The black doctor, still involuntarily trembling, let out a long sigh, then reluctantly took off the SVR equipment, looking at Chen Fei with dissatisfaction, and said, "Didn't you see I was busy here? Couldn't you have waited a bit?"
Chen Fei pointed to the clock in the room, saying, "It's working hours now."
"Fine, fine, what do you want? A little under-the-table antibiotics, no problem, but you can't go spreading it around. And I don't issue prescriptions for psychotropic drugs."
Dr. William Jackson simply set aside the SVR helmet, swept his hand across the computer screen a few times.
The abuse of medication was rampant, hence drug control was always stringent; only prescribing doctors were authorized to prescribe certain strictly regulated medications.
Thinking Chen Fei was there to discreetly get some prescriptions from him, he could only timidly issue a bit more antibiotics, not daring to overstep, especially with addictive drugs, lacking the nerve to do so.
"I'm not here for drugs. Look at this."
Chen Fei tapped on the checkered manuscript paper placed on the desktop and then pulled over a chair to sit opposite the desk.
"What is this?"
Dr. William Jackson looked at the checkered manuscript paper on the desk, slightly bemused, and then involuntarily began to read it.
The essay of an elementary school student was not long, it could be read in one minute.
"What a terrible essay."
The black doctor finished reading, shrugged his lips, twisted his waist with a "pop" sound, and automatically withdrew silently. He smoothly pulled up his trousers, reverting to his usual predator-in-a-suit demeanor.
It was still a nice bonus for him.
Being a doctor was considered a profession for the highly educated, high-quality males, excellent breed, not cheap at all.
Making money, after all, was not shameful.
Top students should learn to protect themselves too, not to foolishly give away advantages to those glamorously cheap good-for-nothings; they were just inferior assets, and they even required extra payments.
"I wrote it."
Chen Fei shrugged his shoulders, feeling that he had unconsciously written this creepy little essay and hoped to get some references and advice from the professional doctor.
"Pfft! Are you joking?"
Dr. William Jackson, his head full of question marks, then looked at Chen Fei with the expression one reserves for an idiot.
If there had been a Husky across from him, tongue out and silly as ever, then it would have been spot on, old pal!
But he was not facing a Husky!
"No joke, something's really off, very off, Doctor."
Chen Fei spread his hands, indicating he hadn't come to bother the doctor with this dull joke late at night, and moreover, to interrupt his private time.
If he didn't figure out this oddity, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to sleep a wink.
"Uh, indeed... something's very off, you came to the right person."
Dr. William Jackson's expression turned serious. He clicked a few times on his computer screen, then turned to Chen Fei and continued, "Let's start with a psychological test questionnaire. This one is professional, used annually for psychological assessments by the pilots."
An adult writing an elementary school essay was abnormal enough, especially one penned like this.
As Chen Fei filled out the psychological test questionnaire, the doctor rested his hands on his chin, sniffed his nose—the scent of Heather was a bit strong, so he quickly tore off a piece of alcohol wipe, rubbed fiercely, and then threw it into the trash can.
Ding!~
The collection and juicing machine emitted a crisp sound, completed the quick freezing collection, and showed the number 58—this month's collection quantities. Just two more and he could send them out via transport machine, convolutedly delivering them to the buyer, then waiting for a hefty transaction to come through.
For high-quality men, making money was just that easy.
Poor students would be crying by the roadside.
"Illegal operation or incorrect command
Illegal operation or incorrect command
A:\>cls
A:\>_
Illegal operation or incorrect command
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Phantosmia continued to tirelessly refresh the screen, but now Chen Fei had a way to deal with it, occasionally throwing out a "cls" command to clear the screen, letting his view return to clarity. Even if it quickly filled up again, it was still better than being completely without a plan as before.
After a series of taps and swipes, ten minutes later, Chen Fei finally completed the lengthy psychological assessment questionnaire and turned the screen back to the doctor.
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