The agreed-upon day to go to the military retirement home arrived quickly.

Huang Xian'er dressed casually, in long pants and long clothes that were easy to move in, but even so, her stunning beauty could not be hidden.

She also made a point of wearing a mask to avoid attracting the attention of others.

When I contacted the doctor at the hospital over the phone, he said that a car would come to pick me up.

But to her surprise, it was Huo Jue who came to pick her up. This was a pleasant surprise, and the two had more time to spend together. Huo Jue wasn't wearing olive green today.

The black trousers and black shirt made him look even more masculine, drawing Huang Xian'er's frequent glances at him.

Huo Jue felt a little uncomfortable and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you staring at me?"

Huang Xian'er chuckled, her silvery laughter echoing throughout the car.

After she finished laughing, she added, "I couldn't help but glance at you a few more times because you're so handsome."

Upon hearing this, Huo Jue's face flushed red, and he shook his head helplessly, his eyes filled with doting affection for her.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the military retirement home. The person who came to pick them up was Dr. Chen, who had agreed to let the patient listen to the audio last time.

When Dr. Chen saw that the woman who came was so young, he could hardly believe it. Judging from the skill and expertise in the audio recording, it would take at least three to five years to develop.

Huang Xian'er took off her mask and greeted Dr. Chen, "Dr. Chen, hello, I'm Huang Xian'er."

Dr. Chen felt as if he had seen a ray of light. Luckily, he was already married, otherwise, who could resist her divine beauty? He even thought about who would be suitable to temporarily serve as her "bodyguard".

Once he came to his senses, Dr. Chen entered his professional field and took Huang Xian'er to the most difficult ward, number 351.

Ward 351 houses two patients with post-traumatic stress disorder. Both had experienced the WH mission and encountered the war. Although they returned safely, they suffered some mental damage.

The main symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder include nightmares, personality changes, emotional dissociation, numbness (emotional asceticism or alienation), insomnia, avoidance of things that trigger traumatic memories, irritability, hypervigilance, amnesia, and being easily startled.

One of these two individuals, surnamed Mu, suffers from nightmares that cause them to be unable to fall asleep, leading to irritability and hypervigilance.

The other person, surnamed Mo, was quiet, suffered from insomnia, and was easily startled.

It was alright during the day, but at night the two of them were too destructive, so there was no way to keep them tied to the bed. It took several people to hold them down while they were tied up.

They simply don't cooperate with medication and conventional treatments, resulting in extremely slow recovery.

The two people in ward 351 are still young and have a bright future ahead of them. We can't let their lives be confined to this small place.

Dr. Chen had heard Huang Xian'er's audio before, and thought he might as well try anything.

Before even reaching ward 351, a wail could be heard. Dr. Chen's voice was filled with helplessness and heartache. "These are the two patients. This is how they usually endure it."

Huang Xian'er approached and peered through the small gap. She saw two people handcuffed to the bed, struggling incessantly. Their hair was disheveled and their bodies were thin. Her eyes welled up with tears.

She was determined to restore them to normal, no matter the method. If the "Siren's Voice" and the "Original Spirit Happy Pill" didn't work,

At worst, she can use more points to buy better products in the store.

“Dr. Chen, I need a quiet room so I can treat one of the patients alone,” Huang Xian’er made her request.

"I disagree, it's not safe." Before Dr. Chen could speak, Huo Jue rejected her idea.

“A-Jue, I know you’re worried about my safety. Let’s do a test. If I win, you have to agree to my request,” Huang Xian’er came up with the idea of ​​a strength contest with Huo Jue.

"What kind of test?" Although Huo Jue didn't know what she was going to do, he patiently listened to what she was going to do next.

“Let’s have a strength contest. Whoever can push the other 3 meters wins.” After taking the “power pill,” Huang Xian’er secretly tested herself and found that she could now push something weighing 500 jin (250 catties).

"Compete with me in strength?" Huo Jue was a little bewildered. Looking at Huang Xian'er's small frame, he fell into deep thought.

Huang Xian'er didn't waste any words with him and pushed him back, causing Huo Jue to lean against the wall behind him.

His face was full of question marks. Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?

Dr. Chen, who was standing nearby, was also very surprised. With just a gentle push, Huo Jue, who weighed at least 180 pounds, moved as if he had no weight at all.

"Now you believe I can protect myself, right?" Huang Xian'er thought that they wouldn't object now, and she could treat the patient alone, right?

"Alright, then I'll wait outside the door." There's a transparent strip on the door that allows you to observe what's going on inside.

“Okay,” Huang Xian agreed readily. Anyway, no one would notice if she did anything underhanded, as Xiao Ba was around.

Room 352, which was next to room 351, was not occupied by any patients, so Dr. Chen asked someone to open the door.

Huang Xian'er sat down at the table in the room. Although there were no patients assigned, the room was still very clean, indicating that it was regularly cleaned.

Dr. Chen and another doctor brought in Xiao Mu, who was struggling and making angry noises, but it was impossible to understand what he was saying.

Xiao Mu was forced to sit on an iron chair opposite Huang Xian'er. He needed to be tied to the chair, and he kept wriggling his body throughout the process.

The chairs in the room were all fixed to the ground, and no matter how much he twisted and struggled, he couldn't get off the chair.

"Hello, Xiao Mu, I'm Huang Xian'er." Huang Xian'er greeted him gently with a smile.

The voice seemed to have a magical power; Xiao Mu, who had been struggling violently just moments before, instantly quieted down, as if she were listening intently to something.

As soon as Dr. Chen and another doctor left and the door closed, Xiao Mu started struggling again.

Huang Xian came up to him, leaned down and looked into his eyes, "Xiao Mu, calm down, everything around you is safe now."

“Here, let’s have some water,” Huang Xian’er said, picking up her glass and calling out to Xiao Ba in her mind, “Xiao Ba, please shield me from the surrounding gazes.”

"Received, Xian'er, it's ready!"

Huang Xian'er put a "Yuanling Happy Pill" into the water. People outside would only see Huang Xian'er feeding Xiao Mu with water, but they wouldn't see her putting the medicine in.

Xiao Mu readily accepted Huang Xian'er's hand and drank the water, finishing the cup in no time.

"Now, your body is relaxed, there is a breeze flowing around you, slowly close your eyes..." Huang Xian'er's ethereal voice was like a gentle but sharp blade, instantly slicing open the black hole in the heart.

Xiao Mu gradually relaxed her body, her head unconsciously resting on the chair, and slowly fell asleep, even snoring.

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