Global Film Emperor

Chapter 191 He built a city in his heart
"Dr. Lu, what field of study do you specialize in? You also study psychology; you are very knowledgeable."

Lin Yuezhu turned the prescription to her own side and saw that her handwriting had been crossed out several times, and below that, the prescription had been modified in the doctor's unique abbreviations.

Lu Ze raised his hands high, and the lines and veins of his hands could be seen clearly under the sunlight. However, looking at the calluses left from filming "The Boxer," he smacked his lips with some regret.

"A pair of hands that never tremble when holding a scalpel. What a waste to let them go to waste! Oh! You're asking what I studied, right?"

He put his hands down, placed them on the table, picked up the teacup and gently swirled it. Dr. Lu looked down at the swirling tea leaves at the bottom of the cup. His hair, which hadn't been styled with hairspray, fell down as he looked down, but he straightened it up again. He took a sip of tea, looked up, and his smile was still so warm.

"I majored in clinical medicine for my undergraduate degree, then specialized in surgery for my graduate degree, and pursued an MD for my doctorate. I wouldn't presume to be an expert, as I have some knowledge of various medical disciplines. I've heard of you before, with your PhD in psychology from Stanford. I am truly humbled by your abilities."

Lin Yuezhu was not surprised that Lu Ze had heard of her. Judging from the secondary personality's education, the primary personality must have filled in the "doctor's" life experience and perfected the entire timeline to maintain the stability of the secondary personality and prevent it from collapsing due to any lack of understanding.

As for why the main Lu Ze doesn't recognize himself, that's normal, and it comes down to the concept of time forgetting.

Many patients with multiple personality disorder have a secondary personality that is completely unfamiliar to the primary personality. For example, the primary personality speaks with a strong dialect that cannot be changed, but the secondary personality speaks fluent Mandarin. Moreover, when the primary personality takes control of the body, the secondary personality has no idea that he can speak Mandarin.

Why does this happen? It's all due to forgetfulness, or information fragmentation. In psychology, it's like stuffing redundant and useless information into the trash can. But this pile of junk information, when pieced together at certain times or in certain situations, forms a real "person." Isn't that terrifying?
"You can't say that, after all, the environment abroad is different from that in China. I'm actually quite curious, Mr. Lu, where were you working back then?"

"That's hardly a high position. It's just the head of the surgical department at the Army General Hospital. It's not as easy as your life. Every day there are endless patients and one surgery after another."

Dr. Lu, holding a teacup, turned around and looked at a piano placed behind him. The sunlight shone on his face, golden and dazzling, yet it made Dr. Lu very emotional.

Shen Jinghan was terrified. He sat blankly in the chair, too scared to say a word. Can you imagine someone you know very well, someone you treat like a nephew or niece, suddenly turning into a completely different person? How terrifying would that be?

Putting aside Shen Jinghan's success in the agent field, she is just an ordinary woman with good manners and good maintenance. Although her emotional intelligence is terrifyingly high, when she is afraid, she is no different from an ordinary woman.

Lin Yuezhu didn't see Dr. Lu's expression; she just lowered her head and remained silent, her mind racing. In the end, she couldn't help but ask Dr. Lu a question.

"Including Mr. Lu himself, the old man, the doctor, and the interior designer, that's already four personalities. I really don't understand why you all call him Lu Ze?"

"Who told you we're different?"

"Mr. Lu is twenty-eight years old this year. You must be over forty to have become the head of surgery, right? We don't need to talk about the elderly. I don't know the age of the designer, but I guess he's not young either. There's a fundamental difference in timeline, isn't that right? I'm quite curious how Mr. Lu manages to keep your image from collapsing. After all, he can even create the personality of an elderly person. The requirements for mindset and age are very high."

After finishing his tea, Dr. Lu turned around, put the teacup back into the tea bowl, grabbed a few tissues to wipe the water stains on the table, threw the crumpled tissues into the trash can, and shook his fingers at Lin Yuezhu a few times.

"No, no, no, we are the same. We have the same mother, the same father, and the same beloved younger sister. No matter how our thoughts change, the root is the same. Dr. Lin, I have great respect for your professional level in psychology, but we are much more complicated than you imagine, so don't waste your time guessing."

"But you're prescribing medication for yourself, which I still can't understand. Why would you want to destroy yourself?"

"Destroy yourself? I just want to prove that what you're doing is completely futile. Don't waste your energy. This is something Lu Ze has to solve himself. Others? They can't help him."

"You're still referring to Lu Ze, not 'me,' so you're still different, but you're just unwilling to admit it? Or what?"

"Lapsang Souchong and Jin Jun Mei. Not bad, do you have any more? I'd like another cup."

Upon hearing Dr. Lu's words, Lin Yuezhu shrugged, dialed the internal phone, and asked her assistant to brew the tea and bring it over. She took the teapot, poured a cup for Lu Ze herself, and sat down again, resting her chin on her hand, ready to listen to Dr. Lu's explanation with great interest.

"Ha~ We're in the same boat, it's just that we hate him, a lot of people hate him, and very few people like him."

"You mean a lot? Could you tell me how much?"

"boom!"

Lu Ze suddenly stood up abruptly, slamming his hands hard on the table with a loud crash, knocking over teacups and spilling tea all over the table.

"What's it to you? I'm fucking warning you, don't fucking mess with yourself, or I'll chop you up, and your parents, wife, and kids. Do you want to know what that feels like?" This wasn't actor Lu Ze, nor doctor Lu Ze, Lin Yuezhu was certain of that. If actor Lu Ze was very composed and dignified, and doctor Lu Ze was gentle and kind, then the Lu Ze in front of her had eyes like a snake, particularly sinister and fierce, and most importantly, extremely irritable.

Shen Jinghan and Lin Yuezhu were both startled. There were only the three of them in the room, and he hadn't even thought about preparing any self-defense weapons in his office. Looking at this tall, muscular man weighing over 200 pounds, Lin Yuezhu immediately chickened out, raised her hands to shoulder level, and shook her head with a wry smile.

"Okay, I was wrong."

"No, no, it's okay. Don't worry about what he said. Relax, Dr. Lin. I'm sorry, I scared you."

Lu Ze sat down again, and Lin Yuezhu could tell from his demeanor alone that Dr. Lu had regained control of the body.

"It's okay, it's just that he's pretty fierce."

"A fugitive who killed more than seventy people. This personality is normal. I actually hate him. After all, my profession is to save lives, while he? He's just a heartless executioner. Of course, he didn't kill anyone in real life. You don't need to call the police. It's okay to tell you. Including me, plus a stupid girl from out of town, plus Lu Ze himself, that's 1,268 people."

"How many!!??"

Lin Yuezhu was terrified. He had once seen a girl with five personalities. Don't think that five is a small number; that girl had been tormented by the other four personalities to the point of suicide twice. That kind of pain is unbearable for a normal person.

He was prepared to break a record today, but over a thousand people? Did Lu Ze have the whole neighborhood in his head?
"You heard me right, that's why I said you can't handle this. Sigh, time is running out. A friend of yours is itching to play a piece. Do you mind?"

Lin Yuezhu's mind was in turmoil. Over a thousand people? Was she kidding? And judging from the look of that murderer who just came out, how could he possibly be of any benefit to Lu Ze? What if he came out for a stroll, got bored, and then killed someone for fun?
I don't mind.

"You play it. You've been bragging about how good you are at playing the piano. Let me hear it."

"No problem, friend."

An elegant man sat on the piano bench, looked at his hands with heartache, then looked at the mediocre piano with disdain, straightened his back, and began to play a piece.

Neither Shen Jinghan nor Lin Yuezhu had heard this piece before. It was very sad and desolate, as if Lu Ze, who could play the piano, had unspeakable bitterness in his heart.

As the last note faded, the elegant man rose, walked to the huge French window, where sunlight shone on him. He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth, then turned to look at the two people sitting at the desk.

"Do you know why we hate him? He built a city in his heart, or rather, a prison, where there are no concepts of time, space, life, or death. We wait and wait inside, waiting for an ending that may never come. Some people inside have gone mad, some are still waiting for someone they can never see, and some can't even die. How could we not hate him? Right?"

He walked to his desk, sat down, and extended his hand to Lin Yuezhu. Lin Yuezhu was taken aback, then quickly shook his hand.

"Sigh, we probably won't see each other again. But thank you so much for lending me the violin. Thank you."

"You're welcome"

"Let's get to know each other again. My name is Lu Ze, a pianist. It's nice to meet you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too."

"Goodbye then?"

"goodbye."

Lu Ze closed his eyes, and the room fell silent.

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I'm back. I'm sorry to have worried everyone. My mother's surgery went very smoothly. The initial medical records showed only a common benign cyst, with an accuracy rate of about 90%. Although the possibility of uterine cancer cannot be ruled out, the probability should be low. Thank you all for your concern.

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