An Impromptu Consultation

The boy suddenly opened his eyes.

From my perspective, it was pitch black.

This is normal; your bedroom must be completely dark before you go to sleep.

He sat up.

But it felt as if a thin thread lying across my body had been snapped.

Immediately, a sharp whistling sound came from ahead, and a gear with its outer edge polished to an extremely sharp point was ejected by some mechanism, slicing towards the boy's neck.

The boy then lay down on the bed again.

Bang!

The gears cut into the wall behind them.

After waiting for a moment, Qin Yiguan got up again, went to the window, and pulled back the heavy curtains.

Sunlight streamed into the room.

Every so often, Black Calamity would set up killing traps in the room, which Qin Yiguan couldn't stop for the time being, and had already gotten used to.

Assuming this mechanism doesn't appear for a long time, Qin Yiguan might even miss Black Calamity— "Don't you dare die at someone else's hands, or how will I get my revenge myself?"

Ignore the murder trap that suddenly appeared in the house.

The boy gazed quietly out the window.

What happened last night?

After I fell asleep, I successfully entered the Metaverse, but my actions seemed to jump around, appearing in several different places, and I had no memory of the process at all.

Could it all be a dream?

Last night, I really just fell asleep and didn't enter the Metaverse at all?

It's perfectly normal for people to recall their dreams fragmentedly after waking up.

Beep beep beep.

The virtual wristwatch inside the drawer emitted a notification sound.

The boy turned around to look.

It was God's Abandoned and synchronized the information received in the Metaverse into reality.

Rong Qian: "I consulted many top doctors, and they couldn't explain why Boss Meng turned into this 'figure,' but after carefully examining ' Boss Meng,' their conclusion was consistent... he had less than 12 hours left."

Qin Yiguan's body trembled.

That wasn't a dream.

Boss Meng is really in trouble, and his condition has had a huge impact on his body. He only has 12 hours left to live!

The boy clenched his fist.

My time is running out!

It was at this time.

The smartwatch beeped again, but this time the message came not from the Metaverse, but from reality.

Dr. House: "An ad-hoc consultation, usual place."

Temporary consultation?

Do you mean you need to examine my symptoms temporarily?

This has never happened before.

The boy hesitated for a moment, but decided to see Dr. House first.

After all, the boy also had a few questions in his mind!

Walking through the Rust City.

The boy saw many Mechanical Proxy appear in the city.

This belongs to the Half-Humans who sleep in the Central District, and they will use these Mechanical Proxy when necessary in reality.

"Lately, I don't know what's gotten into it, but wealthy people in the Central District like to hire real people as nannies."

"What kind of nanny?"

"To put it bluntly, they're just servants; that's what they were called in the old days!"

"Whether they're maids or nannies, they take the girls from Rust City to work in the Central District, providing them with a custom-made Nutrient Pod. Then they enter the Metaverse to serve them. Although it can't compare to a real Nutrient Pod in terms of functionality, it's still much better than this helmet of ours."

"Moreover, the girls will be able to eat and drink well from now on, without having to eat energy bars anymore, and they can even give their parents tens of thousands of yuan in pocket money every month."

"I must say, this is indeed the only way out for these poor children in our Rust City!"

"Hey Old Zhang, why don't you sell Xiuli?"

"Screw you! That's for work!"

"Also, our Xiuli is a boy, and they don't want him!"

Passersby were chatting idly by the roadside.

The boy walked by slowly.

The residents of Rust City are at the bottom of society, and out of necessity, they have come up with all sorts of ways to make a living.

We arrived at Dr. House's two-story house.

This is someone's temporary clinic. As before, Dr. House is a kind person who is willing to risk leaving the Metaverse to regularly conduct psychological check-ups for the residents of Rust City.

Boom!

Bang!

A tremendous tremor came from inside the building, along with the sound of heavy objects hitting the walls.

As Qin Yiguan approached, the sounds gradually ceased.

The boy, puzzled, slowly walked up the stairs and pushed open Dr. House's wooden door.

But then they saw Dr. House. House, a handsome blond man, slowly wiping his palms with a white towel.

At the base of the wall, two large combat robots were completely destroyed. One of them had a clear fist mark on its chest, the punch that had shattered the robot's energy module.

"Dr. House, this is..."

Qin Yiguan pointed to the corner of the wall.

Dr. House smiled warmly, "In the Metaverse, I'm considered a renowned psychiatrist. But in the course of my practice, it's inevitable that I'll offend some people, so I get hunted down every now and then."

Immediately.

Dr. House glanced at the two combat robots and shrugged. "Ridiculous. They actually think I'll be easily defeated once I leave the Experimental Zone?"

The boy's eyes flickered.

He deciphered several pieces of information from Dr. House's words.

Firstly, how could a psychologist offend anyone while practicing medicine?

Psychologists primarily diagnose patients through conversation, helping them resolve emotional distress, and in most cases, medication is not used.

Secondly, will it become vulnerable once it leaves the Experimental Zone?

So that means Dr. House... very strong in the Experimental Zone?

Thirdly, those combat robots were at least two meters tall and weighed at least 500 kilograms, yet they were easily destroyed by Dr. House?

This is reality!

Dr. House's fighting ability far surpasses that of a normal person.

But Dr. House was already sitting behind his desk.

He gently raised his hand and pushed a plate of candy in front of the boy.

Dr. House, with a refined air, said, "Please have a seat."

"Dr. House, I don't like pure sugar."

"I know."

The boy sat down opposite Dr. House.

I know very well that this candy isn't for 'myself'.

He knew more about my illness than I did, but he deliberately hid it.