Suddenly, Fengling's tail stiffened straight.
With her eyes tightly shut, as though she had given up on treatment and stopped caring about anything, she shouted the following—
"Fengling! You are the cutest Vulpo girl!"
"If you get any cuter, the world will be in danger!"
"Fengling! Your charm is irresistible! So you're bound to run into all kinds of trouble! That's perfectly normal!"
"Fengling! You can become even stronger! That way, you can protect yourself!"
"Fengling! Hold your head high! Show your cutest smile! Then live with all your might!"
"Smack!"
Warfarin, standing to the side, was so dumbfounded that the test tube in her hand fell to the floor.
"..." Kal'tsit, meanwhile, fell into a strange silence.
"Uuu..." Fengling let out a cute whimper, her entire body seeming to turn into a steaming princess.
It really was too embarrassing!
Who even did this kind of embarrassing play?!
"You... relied on that?" Doctor Kal'tsit's voice seemed a little hoarser than usual.
For psychological barriers, cognitive behavioral therapy and psychodynamic therapy were generally used, but no matter what, the process had to be gradual.
As for Fengling, although what she said was simple and lacking in depth, it was clear that she was essentially using another extreme mindset to balance herself, then ultimately using common sense to restrain and reinforce it.
One misstep in that process could easily trigger a new personality disorder.
But Fengling had done it, and she had done it well.
Honestly, this was the first time Kal'tsit had felt something called "admiration" for Fengling, this delicate and charming girl.
Over her long life, Kal'tsit had seen countless strong patients endure pain that ordinary people could never bear, eventually overcoming their trials.
But psychological suffering was even harder to overcome.
Though it had been somewhat reckless, Fengling