Psychological Intervention
So far, the most accurate portraits of the Armored Nightmare were the ones Li Bai had in his hands.
For one thing, his descriptions had been precise. For another, the artists were quite skilled—short of professional, but among the best amateurs. Together, they had brought the Armored Nightmare vividly to life from several angles.
After confirming that Sun Fatty really had encountered a monster like the Armored Nightmare, Li Bai sighed and said, "You were lucky!"
"Damn, that scared the hell out of me!~~~"
Sun Nanzheng was still shaken.
"You'll be fine. Get some rest for a couple of days. Maybe read some web novels or watch some action movies to relax."
Li Bai couldn't even be bothered to prescribe him a sedative. He'd only been frightened, after all. As an adult, he ought to recover soon enough.
"Give me something, will you? I've been having nightmares for two days!"
Sun Nanzheng pleaded with Li Bai to give him a couple of pills, anything that would help him calm down.
Even now, his heart was still pounding wildly. He was rattled and terrified that those monsters might appear in front of him again.
"The side effects are serious, and you could have lingering problems: poor concentration, slower reactions, memory loss, dizziness. Are you sure you want a prescription?"
Li Bai listed the side effects of sedatives. Even a small dose could still have a negative impact on the body.
"Uh..."
Sun Nanzheng hesitated. He still had to write novels, and poor concentration, slower reactions, and memory loss were a writer's worst enemies!
That hit him right where it hurt, and he couldn't help hesitating.
"I guess I'll just tough it out a little longer!"
Sun Nanzheng stood up with a rueful smile, clutching his laptop and preparing to