I'm Going to Treat You

Everything hidden behind the curtains contrasted sharply with the clean and relaxed school clinic; one side was pristine white, the other filthy.

Two white single beds stained with blood sat in the center of the half of the room behind the curtains. There were scratches on the sheets, and most of the cotton stuffing in the pillows had been ripped out by something. Some unrecognizable pieces of flesh were scattered around the beds.

The black and white checkered floor was also stained black and red, with lines that looked a bit like blood vessels extending from under the bed to the surrounding walls.

The walls were covered with a variety of menacing weapons that sent shivers down one's spine. There were five or six knives of varying lengths alone, in addition to giant scissors, spiked clubs, hammers with spikes, heavy axes...

The final visual effect for Yu Xing was that he seemed to see a small room in an old house in an ancient TV series, where torture was carried out.

The Psychology Teacher finally stood up from behind her desk. Even standing up, her long braids were still visible. She moved a few steps, her gait quite strange, and slowly moved behind Yu Xing's chair.

Yu Xing could no longer see the Psychology Teacher; he could only deduce the Psychology Teacher 'Psychology Teacher position by the two cold hands resting on his shoulders.

"You're a very interesting transfer student." The Psychology Teacher leaned down, her lips close to Yu Xing's ear. "It's a pity you're sick. I'll cure you."

Yu Xing couldn't sense the Psychology Teacher's breathing at all. It seemed that this person was also someone who didn't adhere to the carbon-based human body structure, just like him in the water.

He asked with a smile, "How do you know when you're cured?"

"How is it? Hmm... I'll chat with you and guide you through some things. Please believe me, when you're cured, you can not only return to school life, but also become the most popular red armband student among the teachers." The Psychology Teacher stood up straight again; the chair had somehow transformed into a wheelchair-like structure, probably because the metal rings inside the chair were sticking out.

She pushed the chair Yu Xing was sitting in all the way to the single bed. The curtains fell again, this time isolating him in a dirty and terrifying space.

"So that's how it is. Many of the students wearing red armbands at school must have come from here, right?" He looked around the space more carefully, but suddenly seemed to have developed an interest in chatting, and began to take the lead, asking the Psychology Teacher questions.

"Of course, I have contributed many outstanding students to the school." Perhaps thinking that he had no chance of escaping from the chair, or perhaps because he was very eager to show off the masterpiece he had created, the Psychology Teacher's voice was somewhat intoxicated, and he didn't care about spending a little more time with Yu Xing.

Yu Xing then learned another piece of information: the red-armband students may not have compromised out of cowardice or retreat at the beginning.

This school is truly digging traps for its students at all times and in all directions.

First, the students' minds are destroyed by the Psychology Teacher, or perhaps through hypnosis or torture—in short, they are alienated in this way. Then, through feeding, their alienation increases, gradually making them numb and turning them into useful tools for the monster teachers to monitor the students.

Once they reach a certain level and can no longer maintain their human form, they will be abandoned and imprisoned in dormitories to await death.

Such a pathetic student is called an "excellent student".

Upon closer reflection, this whole affair actually aligns quite well with the worldview of this instance. The red-armband students, at the cost of their lives and even becoming monsters, created value for their teachers, thus elevating them above trash.

"Teacher, what do you think is my current psychological problem?"

Yu Xing gave a half-smile, then turned her head away, only to see a small section of a braid and half of a middle-aged woman's face.

"You don't care much about your studies and harbor inappropriate malice towards your classmates. In my experience, you must have been corrupted by the murderous ghost you saw in the girls' restroom last night, which led to your twisted mind."

"Your teacher believes in you. Before seeing the response, your thoughts were definitely not what you are saying now. You will be a very good child, and I... am just helping you return to that state."

The Psychology Teacher pushed him to the desired position, turned his body and walked towards the wall. This time, he finally saw what the Psychology Teacher looked like when she stood up.

The Psychology Teacher wore a simple long skirt that covered her feet, and her braids were so long that they dragged all the way to the ground, piling up so that the ends of her hair were not visible.

As she moved, it seemed as if countless tiny tentacles were wriggling where her legs should have been under her long dress, making her appear to be swaying and shifting.

The braids seemed to have a life of their own, occasionally slipping under the hem of her skirt.

She walked to the wall, examined the row of murder weapons, and smiled, "First, we need to break open your corrupted body, give the filthy ghost energy inside an outlet, and let the black blood flow out, restoring your body to its cleanliness."

She longed to see fear in Yu Xing's eyes.

But after a second or two, she only saw the student, who was trapped in the chair, looking down at her skirt.

Her chest heaved slightly, as if she were a little angry, then she raised her voice, trying to get the other person's attention back. "Would you like to choose a tool yourself, Roy?"

Yu Xing then looked at her properly, his gaze sweeping over the wall. It didn't seem like she was being forced to choose which knife to stab her with, but rather like she was choosing a concubine.

"That one will do," he said.

The Psychology Teacher, who already enjoyed seeing others' fearful expressions, was further annoyed by this nonchalant tone. Her gaze darkened. "Which one?"

"That one."

Which one?

"Oh, teacher?" Yu Xing looked puzzled. "Don't you need to take some time to get your hearing treated?"

"This isn't a hearing problem." The Psychology Teacher vaguely sensed that this student was playing a trick on her, just like how she and Sam had just exchanged a lot of useless information.

"That little knife, the sixth one from the left." Yu Xing finally pointed out the correct location to her, and she had chosen her beloved skinning tool.

The Psychology Teacher looked at what he said and found that the so-called knife was the most ferocious and largest knife on the entire wall, comparable to the axe next to it.

She gave a cold laugh and took the heavy knife down, her rather frail arms almost unable to hold it firmly.

"Your courage is commendable. I can feel your determination to cooperate with the treatment, which makes your teacher very happy. So... where shall we begin?" She dragged the large knife and walked over step by step, her eyes filled with bloodlust and madness.

The question, originally intended to create an atmosphere of fear, was met with Yu Xing's nonchalant reply, "You're Psychology Teacher, how dare you ask me that?"

"..." The woman, who was trying to make a terrifying expression like a serial killer, suddenly found herself speechless.

"You're quite the talker; let's start with your mouth."

She raised the knife menacingly, bringing the tip close to Yu Xing's lips.

Yu Xing glanced at it and guessed that it was probably the same old trick of pulling the corners of his mouth, which was nothing new but still quite popular. They would cut the corners of his mouth all the way down to his cheeks, turning him into a smiling clown.

It seems like this scenario appears in many deductions, and he just can't understand it. Even if these people are psychologically disturbed and want to find pleasure in this kind of thing, they can't all be so perverted. They're not clown killers, so why are they offering "smiling services"?

"Teacher, your hands are shaking." To show her concern, Yu Xing remained motionless for two seconds, even leaning her head forward slightly, as if to make it easier for the Psychology Teacher to move. "Isn't this knife too heavy for you? You seem to be struggling a bit, it looks a little awkward."

"Your focus is really peculiar," the Psychology Teacher said resentfully, but it was something she had just let Yu Xing choose, and it would be too embarrassing to change it halfway through.

Zhao Yijiu's guess before leaving was correct. The Psychology Teacher was indeed the kind of person who wasn't very good at direct combat. She needed the assistance of tools and the restraint of a chair. In every detail, she was like a weakling who could use Mental Attack but was physically very fragile.

Yu Xing targeted this point, which is why he chose this angle to "humiliate" her.

"Why can't you just shut your mouth and quietly let the teacher treat you?" The Psychology Teacher stared at him, the tip of the knife finally touching his skin, and then slashed it sharply to the side!

The knife was too big, and she couldn't control her strength. The cut was too deep, and one corner of Yu Xing's mouth was completely cut open. The bloody flesh was cleanly separated, making him look less like a smiling clown and more like a man with a gaping mouth... a man with a gaping mouth.

"Ah."

Blood gushed out, and Yu Xing's gaze darkened as she looked up at the smug Psychology Teacher. A dangerous glint flashed in her dark pupils, and her pupils contracted.

The pain was truly excruciating, because it wasn't just cutting open the skin and flesh of my face; it was 30 times more painful.

But there's no one else here. It's like the saying "the squeaky wheel gets the grease." If there are no adults around, the child won't get any treats even if they cry until they're breathless.

No one was watching Yu Xing, and he didn't bother to show his pain. The tears that were about to well up in his eyes were forced back in an instant, and instead, a smile appeared on his lips.

That's more like it.

Only pain unseen by anyone can make him recall his past ruthlessness.

The Psychology Teacher noticed that the corner of his mouth, the side that wasn't cut, was slightly upturned.

"Teacher, you were so ruthless." Yu Xing sighed softly, as if stating a fact that left him feeling helpless, or perhaps making a half-true, half-false accusation.

"..." The Psychology Teacher had never seen a student like this before, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words.

"Look, it's really inconvenient to even speak now. Do you hate my mouth that much? But wasn't it you who kept asking me questions...? I just answered your questions, and you're still not satisfied?" The state of his face made Yu Xing's voice slightly muffled. He wasn't very satisfied, so he mobilized the curse power that was churning within him and instantly restored the corners of his mouth to their original state.

The Psychology Teacher's expression cracked once more. She stared at the scene in disbelief, then looked at Yu Xing with suspicion. "Aren't you a student?"

In this school, teachers, librarians, dormitory supervisors, cooks—all the staff can be considered non-human. The only exceptions are the students who have never worn red armbands. Each of them is a fragile, fearful, pitiful little bird that would die at the slightest touch.

So can someone tell her why the bird in front of her is a mutant bird that can regenerate its limbs?

This wasn't included in the information she possessed!

The pain subsided, but the lingering sensation of nerve numbness remained in her mind. Yu Xing chuckled, "That puzzles me. Of course I'm a student, your student! But I don't really like you doing this to my face. If you're going to cut open my skin to cleanse me, why not try somewhere else?"

"How's your chest? Your heart is right here!"

"What about the abdomen? If you take out the intestines section by section, you can make a very long rope."

"How are my legs? The leg bones are very white and large. You could try to pull out my bones and make a psychological puzzle."

"Ah, forget about between your legs. That area is just as important as my face. You'd better not touch it."

Like a fearless madman, he discussed with the Psychology Teacher where to begin the cutting, as if it were the question of what to eat for lunch. With each additional word he uttered, the Psychology Teacher's gaze grew increasingly eerie, until finally she simply put the knife down.

"Enough!" The tentacles-like things under the Psychology Teacher's skirt writhed wildly, and for a moment, she felt a surge of fear and awe rising from below.

But the feeling only lasted for a moment, so fast that she didn't even have time to react and capture it.

"Tell me, who exactly are you?" She began to hesitate, to feel lost. Faced with Yu Xing's madness, she seemed to see a kindred spirit.

"What? This is so disappointing. We agreed on treatment." Yu Xing pouted, then suddenly exerted force in her wrists, breaking the iron ring with her own flesh and blood.

His physical abilities weren't provided by the simulation system; he could only retract a small portion of them. The iron rings on the chair were just ordinary iron rings, more than enough to restrain those students, but somewhat ineffective in restraining Yu Xing.

That's why he didn't dodge or avoid it earlier. After all, he was already there, and if he had dodged, the Psychology Teacher would have told them all to go back, which would have been pointless.

He definitely needs to undergo psychological treatment now that he's here. He finally got the treatment plan from the Psychology Teacher, so how could he not use it?

After breaking free of the iron ring, he placed his hand on the iron ring at his waist and snapped it in two with a single pull.

A malicious look gradually appeared on Yu Xing's face. The Psychology Teacher felt a sense of crisis and didn't bother to dwell on who he was or why he wasn't as vulnerable as ordinary students. Instead, she picked up the knife and, using the momentum, slashed down with it.

The vicious blade cleaved through the air, aiming straight for Yu Xing's head. This time, there was no intention to hold back; if he didn't dodge, he would likely be cleaved in two.

Yu Xing kicked the chair with his foot; the wheels made it very flexible. With a little effort, he tilted the chair to the side before the knife could strike, and with a crack, the knife slashed at his arm.