Not A God

Chapter 35 - Mental Problems

"I have a problem with my mental condition, always hallucinating ......"

Zen described his condition, his voice steady. When his voice stopped, the consultation room became very quiet, wearing clear lenses Zen could not see the doctor's expression, he sat behind the desk, can only see placed on the table, which hold a large ball of cotton hand trembling slightly.

Zen glanced strangely at the cotton in the doctor's hand, but out of respect for others, he withdrew his gaze, guessing that perhaps it was medical sterilization cotton. When the doctor didn't say anything, he thought he hadn't gone into enough detail, so he gave him a more detailed account of his condition. Focusing mainly on the fact that he had been having the illusion of eating very tasty food lately. Perhaps because he hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time, Zen was able to talk about another of his recent problems.

He suspected that he had an omnivorous tendency and would occasionally watch astronomy documentaries to eat because he thought the stars and other celestial objects in them were delicious, especially the sun, which always felt so warm that a bite of it would surely spill over like a dumpling.

The doctor listened to Zen's description, inexplicably shaking, even more, the whole Muppet Hospital with the encounter of an earthquake slightly shaken, the hospital some slightly sensible psychics looked up, did not find abnormal after continuing to wander in the hospital.

"...... These symptoms seem to have only started this year, they didn't happen the previous year."

Inside the consulting room, Zen didn't notice that the doctor was off as he painstakingly recalled the past and confirmed that he had indeed not had such symptoms in the past year. However, as he talked about it, he felt that these symptoms were indeed a bit severe. He hadn't felt them originally, but then he realized that these abnormalities were happening too often. It was probably because he had stayed at home for too long and had not interacted with people for a long time, that he had fallen into an abnormal state and wanted to eat everything he saw.

Thinking of this, he sighed ruefully and looked up at the doctor, not meaning to tell him that he looked to him like a piece of dry, mouldy rye bread that had been sitting there for a week, making him unappetising. The doctor shuddered at the sight of him, and his hand shook, knocking the glass of water off the table, but he ignored it, instead of hooking his mouth up stiffly in the same exaggerated-to-the-gums smile as the nurse, and squeezing out a few words with trembling lips.

Only, speaking in a voice even sweeter and stranger than the nurse's, "You, you're healthy, there's nothing, nothing that needs treatment ......"

The doctor stiffened his face, his face snow white and bloodless. Zen vaguely heard something fluttering down on the doctor's body to disturb the sound, which made him rub his brow a little annoyed. He had come all the way to the hospital expecting professional treatment advice from the doctor, but he had not expected to hear this almost muddled diagnosis, and he inwardly regretted coming to this hospital for the cheap prrize. But having paid for the registration fee, Zen didn't want to make the trip in vain, so he thought about it and fiddled with his phone, raising it to the doctor's increasingly dumbfounded gaze.

"But, when I entered the relevant information online, you diagnosed me with - the possibility of schizophrenia and suggested I come and have a look."

Zen pointed to the chat screen on his phone, the name of the online psychiatrist was exactly the same as the name on the doctor's badge in front of him, obviously the same person - Dan Jefferson.

The doctor looked at the line of seductive text on the phone page that he had typed out himself and shook even harder, stammering as he explained, "No, no, these are specially guest-administered by the hospital to guide patients to the hospital, you're not actually sick ......"