Daisy's treatment devices were spread densely across the ground. Her nostrils twitched, and it seemed as though the air itself carried the smell of blood.
Though he was a little crazy, his intelligence remained intact. David, who had been sitting off to the side counting ants, watched Daisy produce a pile of strange devices as if performing magic. He seemed to think of something, then rubbed his neck with lingering fear, as though it had already been strapped to that Ferris wheel. Still shaken, he even vividly shook his head and turned in two circles.
"This Kree you mentioned must be especially tough... Is there a more conservative treatment?" Jean always felt that Daisy's treatments ended with the patient's head being torn off. What kind of insane methods were these?!
Daisy scratched her cheek. In truth, treatments for mental illness throughout the universe were mostly similar. Aside from surgical treatments that simply cut out whatever was wrong, the rest were hardly civilized.
There were gentle methods involving patient guidance and gradual counseling, but those patients were generally relatives of the rich and powerful. Ordinary people did not receive such treatment.
Using psychic power to induce change was another option, but could David use that method? His psychic power was precisely why he had become like this.
The remaining quick and efficient methods were all crude treatments. Mental illnesses came with different symptoms, making it difficult to find a broadly applicable approach. They could only treat him harshly—put him in a desperate situation and hope for rebirth. If he died, that was just his bad luck. If one survived, it was a profit.
"How do you think he should be treated?" She looked at David with distaste, as if he were some strange species about to be dragged into an operating