A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 53 Don't misunderstand, they weren't fighting because of me.

In the counseling room of Kassel College, Chen Motong put down the medical examination form from the school clinic and the PTSD-specific scale, and looked at Walker Layton, a senior student who had already graduated and was now working in the executive department.

"Please rest assured, senior Walker. After examination, you have no physical illnesses and can be diagnosed with ordinary post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). You only need to cooperate with us for a few weeks of treatment and you will recover quickly."

Walker looked quite haggard, with sunken eye sockets and bloodshot eyes. Anyone who came over could easily see that he was in very poor mental condition.

The reason why the original executive member became like this was because of his negligence during the mission.

Walker's bloodline rating was not high, and his strength barely reached the threshold of the Execution Department, so he did not become an Execution Specialist, but instead became an Assistant Member.

The job duties include logistical support, firearms maintenance, and assisting with evacuation.

Because of Walker's negligence, when they were tasked with dealing with a corrupted half-blood during the last mission, Walker failed to notice that a little girl was sleeping at the mission site and was not evacuated in time.

Driven to desperation, the degenerate hybrids fought a desperate battle, and the little girl was caught in the crossfire and died at the mission location.

Walker was filled with remorse afterward, believing it was all his fault and that the tragedy could not have happened if he had been more careful during the evacuation.

Walker subsequently developed PTSD, repeatedly recalling the girl's tragic death, having recurring nightmares, experiencing difficulty sleeping, and even experiencing shortness of breath and near suffocation whenever he saw other little girls of similar age.

Finally arriving at the Kassel Psychological Counseling Room, Walker glanced at the youthful Chen Motong, then at Professor Masafumi Tomiyama, who was smiling continuously beside him.

To be honest, he would prefer that Professor Masafumi Toyama perform the treatment.

Masashi Tomiyama seemed to have read the student's mind, and said in a particularly gentle tone, "Don't worry, Walker."

"Nono is much more talented than me in psychology. She also passed the formal exam with high scores before becoming a teaching assistant in psychology. Trust the college, there won't be any problems."

Chen Motong didn't take it to heart. This was normal. Not to mention psychologists, even regular doctors felt the same way. Patients always believed that older doctors were better than younger ones.

"Alright, Walker, let me introduce the treatment plan. Extended exposure therapy is a first-line effective method for treating PTSD."

"In short, with our assistance, we help you safely recall the traumatic scene, thereby adapting to and alleviating your fear."

Walker's eyes darted around, and his face showed struggle. What kind of terrible plan was this?

Chen Motong easily read Walker's thoughts: "It's okay, we will provide protection throughout the process. It will be safer and lessening of your anxiety if you recall the events with us."

"This method has been used to treat many people, and there are many real-world cases. It has been recognized by many psychology experts and patients."

Walker finally agreed and, with the help of Chen Motong's profiling ability, recalled the scene of the incident in more detail.

This time, however, with Chen Motong and Masashi Tomiyama comforting her, she didn't feel too much fear or suffocation. With their words of comfort, she gradually adapted.

Afterwards, Walker was filled with gratitude and thanked him several times. He then booked several more treatment sessions before leaving with peace of mind.

Masashi Tomiyama watched the student leave and gently began to clap: "Nono, perhaps soon the counseling room will be in your hands."

As soon as the patient left, Chen Motong seemed to revert to her original personality, casually tossing her long red hair with her right hand and stretching lazily without any ladylike manners: "Then forget it."

"Being a teaching assistant is enough to expose me to all sorts of psychological problems. I should at least have some personal time during this precious summer vacation, right?"

Before the teacher and teaching assistant could talk any more, the door to the counseling room was pushed open, and Susie burst in.

“Susie?” Chen Motong recognized her roommate and best friend: “Why are you here?” “Quick.” Susie didn’t have time to explain more: “Go to the garden, your student council president has gone crazy for some reason and is fighting with Chu Zihang.”

If her best friend hadn't mentioned it, Chen Motong would have almost forgotten that she was the head of the student union's organization department.

But the shrewd Chen Motong subconsciously explained, "Stop, stop, Su Qian, don't get agitated. Their fight has nothing to do with me."

"I only went to the Imperial Capital Preparatory Class with Chu Zihang last time to assist the Executive Department with a mission."

Chen Motong knew very well that her best friend, as the deputy of Chu Zihang, the president of the Lionheart Society, had always secretly loved Chu Zihang, and she didn't want her good friend to misunderstand.

I don't think Chu Zihang and Caesar will fight because of her.

"Huh? Who said it had anything to do with you?" Susie gave Chen Motong a strange look. No, when did Nuonuo become so narcissistic?

Chen Motong's expression was even stranger than Su Xi's: "It has nothing to do with me? Then why did you come and call me? Did you come to call me to watch the show? Then what are we waiting for? Come on, come on, you really are my good sister!"

"Professor Toyama, I'll be leaving for a bit. I don't have any other patients scheduled for today anyway."

Watching the show? Susie had a string of complaints stuck in her throat, unsure whether to spit them out.

Without hesitation, Susie was quickly pulled away by Chen Motong and ran out.

Only Masashi Tomiyama remained: "Have fun. Ah, youth is truly wonderful."

Susie, who had run out, was filled with question marks. Wait, girl? Are you out of your mind?
"Nono, you're still thinking about watching the show at a time like this? Isn't your student council president pursuing you?"

"I heard that you wanted to drive to Chicago late at night, and many people saw that young master planning to jump off a building to go with you."

"But then the execution department came up with a mission, and you didn't even step on the gas before going to investigate the preparatory class."

Chen Motong turned around curiously, then continued eating her own melon seeds: "Is that so?"

Susie couldn't help but sigh, truly defeated by this girl: "You were probably too busy listening to the executive department's instructions to notice the student council president upstairs who was about to jump."

"I was planning to visit a senior today, but I didn't expect Caesar to get into a fight with Chu Zihang. I thought that if you have any connection with Caesar, I would like to let you know."

Chen Motong didn't seem to care: "Well, Caesar Gattuso, if there hadn't been a mission back then, and he had actually jumped off the building to go for a drive with me, maybe that would have made a difference. But now, it's just a student council superior-subordinate relationship."

"Enough said, let's go see what's going on."

"..." Susie wanted to say that this wasn't a good show; she was happy to watch other shows, but not Chu Zihang's.

"Relax!" Chen Motong glanced at Su Qian and immediately read her thoughts: "I'll support Chu Zihang with you! We'll cheer for Chu Zihang together later!"

"Are you crazy?" Susie's expression became even stranger, almost like she had accidentally eaten a sour orange: "You, a student council member, are cheering for our Lionheart Club president?"

"That's more fun!" Chen Motong didn't care about all this nonsense, leaving Su Qian speechless.

No wonder her classmates call Nono the 'Red-Haired Witch'.

This mischievous, trouble-seeking demeanor is truly typical of a shrine maiden.

(End of this chapter)