Because his shadow had been repeatedly stripped away around the School Hunting Meet, and because vast amounts of memories had flooded in and drained out, Zheng Qing's mind had become extremely sensitive and fragile for a time.
For that reason, after consulting the therapists at the School Hospital and his companions, the young scholarship student finally chose a conservative course of treatment—reciting sutras. By studying the Heart Sutra that the little monk Shi Yuan had given him, he could slowly and gently restore his mental health.
On the whole, Zheng Qing felt the treatment had worked fairly well.
At the very least, he no longer flew into irritable rages at the slightest provocation, as he had right after the School Hunting Meet. His mental state had visibly improved.
But that improvement was difficult to put into words, and the others had no way of knowing whether Zheng Qing was deliberately suppressing his feelings or whether his mind really was all right now.
So, the moment Dr. Xiao heard the young scholarship student's bizarre lapse into a Wu accent, that particular concern sprang to mind, and he could not help probing discreetly.
Although Zheng Qing lacked perceptiveness in most matters, that did not mean he was actually stupid.
He immediately caught on to Dr. Xiao's probing.
"I was just putting on a funny accent. Could you think before you speak?!" The young scholarship student looked at his companion in irritation. "You're a specially admitted student, our hunter team's Diviner, and someone everyone calls 'Doctor.' How can you be so shallow? Always suspecting this, suspecting that... I'm tellin' ya, keep that up and you'll get dementia when you're old!"
"When dealing with a shallow person, there's no way to think too deeply," Xiao Xiao shot back without batting an eye.
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