The wind chimes rang.
The lights flickered faintly.
In Wen Liuchun's eyes appeared a man wearing black-rimmed glasses, looking somewhat refined and gentle.
The man was fairly handsome, yet there was nothing distinctive about him. No words could accurately describe him... and that was deeply incongruous.
Wen Liuchun knew that although Crown was weak in combat, its senses were extraordinarily sharp. Back when they had avoided the zombie tide outside the Great Abyss, they had relied almost entirely on the little koala's scouting.
"Is it... this person?"
Wen Liuchun was somewhat surprised.
The surrounding voices were deafening, yet Wen Liuchun could still sense him clearly.
There seemed to be nothing unusual about this man. His spiritual power was utterly ordinary as well.
"It's him!"
Crown lowered its voice and hid in Wen Liuchun's arms. "He's definitely not someone to mess with. Let that [Depressed Man] hold him off, Little Chun—we need to run—remember to bring the valuables, and the two little ducks I use for bathing."
After Wen Liuchun joined Meng Wuyou's psychiatric clinic, they added some dental services as well, and it had simply become a comprehensive general clinic.
Once the veil of mystery surrounding the former psychologist of the Northland Clinic and Shen Muhuang's genius student had been stripped away, Zhou Zhi saw only a pitiful person trapped by the depressive illness [Hundred Deaths].
Among all diseases, mental illnesses were the most mysterious. They rarely possessed true physical forms, and Dragon-class diseases were even more impossible to pin down.
"There's still [Contamination] lingering on him."
"But... there's only a tiny bit left. He's already a qualified member."
Zhou Zhi was rather satisfied.
From every perspective, Meng Wuyou was a Lead Surgeon with exceptionally high overall qualities.
Although Twenty-Three had lost all her memories, she still felt an inexplicable