death of hope

Chapter 242 "Corporate Warrior" (158) Psychiatrist

There was a knock on the door of the interrogation room, "Xiao Xin, come out."

It was the director's voice, and it seemed that he was accompanied by others.

Officer Simmesa and Officer Lasalle went out and whispered a few words with the people outside,
When they came back, their attitudes changed subtly. They treated Lynch with great respect, and even poured him a cup of hot white coffee.

It turned out that the representative of McMillan came to the door, threatening in every word, demanding that the police station treat its chief corporate fighter fairly, otherwise everyone from the chief to the trainee police officers would not be able to get any good results.

The McMillan Group, which belongs to the kind of giant inter-galactic enterprise that can interfere in the political direction of the Terra Parliament, is tens of thousands of times larger than the local Fangfang Biologicals Company in New Brisbane.

The director is not stupid, of course he knows which is more important, and quickly made a decision to cancel the case immediately and release Captain Marcus Lynch, claiming that everything was a misunderstanding.

The representative of McMillan Company paid a reasonable amount to compensate the pet dog killed by the corporate soldiers. The old lady wanted to use her son's wealth to mess around, but she didn't want to touch her nose and was kicked out of the police station .

The CEO of Fangfang Biopharmaceuticals Company learned that his mother had messed with McMillan Company, and his calf was so frightened that his calf twisted. He was afraid that his company would be acquired and dismembered, so he hurriedly sent an apology letter, and the matter was easily settled like this.

When leaving the police station, the chief, deputy chief and twelve police officers lined up to see him off, as if they were sending off the alien ambassador.

Lynch was eager to get rid of these vulgar civil servants. When he saw the familiar figure, he finally had a smile on his face. Sigurd Lifa waved to him across the street, holding a bouquet of wild flowers in his hand.

"Congratulations, you were successfully released from prison."

"Come on, I only stayed for two hours in total, where is Cupid?"

"I put it in a pet shop for recuperation temporarily. The veterinarian said it's okay. There is blood on the part of its leg bitten by a big dog. Just bandage it to reduce inflammation."

"Poor little guy, he suffered as soon as he was adopted."

"I think that biting old lady never dared to let the dog run away again, and it was a bad word for the residents of New Brisbane."

"Is it the company you went to?"

"Of course, the people in the office are very concerned about this matter, saying that the chief corporate warrior should not lose face. Even the mayor of New Brisbane wants to give our company face. Of course, a small bureau chief would not dare to make a mistake."

"Big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimp. The old lady of the CEO of a small company can be domineering in the city and let dogs bite people without being responsible. The relatives of those big companies must have acted as demons, Taila The Commonwealth sucks."

"I can't help it. In this world, I have encountered many injustices in my life... Forget it, let's not talk about it. In order to celebrate your coming out, I have to have a meal."

"Eat! Eat! Eat! You know how to eat!"

"Have a good rest after eating, I'm still busy tomorrow, and I still have a troublesome thing I haven't told you yet."

"what happened?"

"The New Brisbane Veteran's Office knew about your dog killing. They suspected that this incident was an episode of PTSD. They asked you to go and do a psychiatric evaluation."

"It's really annoying..." Lynch frowned, he wanted to say (I'm not sick!) but he didn't have the confidence to say it out,

He himself knows very well that post-traumatic disorder is a hurdle that veterans cannot escape, even the great heroic company commander Captain Marcus Lynch cannot escape.

"Hey!" Lynch sighed: "Okay...I admit...I had a nightmare recently, recalled some bad memories, I was a little nervous, and I had some abnormal behaviors."

"That's right, don't evade the problem."

"So... I want to say..." Lynch stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking.

"Hmm." Sigdrifa looked at him with a smile. "so what?"

"If you don't want to date a PTSD patient, a neurotic veteran, break up."

"Don't be stupid!" Sigurdlifa patted his shoulder with wild flowers:

"You have something on your mind, you always have nightmares in the middle of the night, you can't sleep until you wake up to watch a football game, you stare in the mirror for a few minutes while shaving, and you clench your fists when you see violent scenes in movies."

Lynch's heart skipped a beat: "It turns out that you already knew...my abnormality."

"Yeah, if I wanted to be scared, I would have run away, but just because I saw this, I became more worried. How can I bear to leave? If anyone can share your pain, it can only be me!"

Looking at those sincere and kind silver-gray eyes, Lynch wanted to kiss them, but he didn't dare. Years of painful experience had made him suffer from social phobia, so he just said lightly:
"Thank you."

That night, Lynch had no nightmares and had a good rest. The next morning, he set off for the Commonwealth Veterans Office in New Brisbane, which is a renovated old school building.There are several veterans playing badminton in the yard.

Sigurdriefa picked up a racket: "I'll wait for you here, I haven't played for a long time."

Lynch ran up and down the office, opened a bunch of forms, and finally came to the door of the psychotherapy room.

"Please come in!"

Lynch originally thought that the house was filled with various high-tech instruments, but he didn't want the furnishings to be surprisingly retro, with bookshelves and books all over the walls.

Sitting inside the desk was an energetic bald old man in a white coat. There was no computer on the desk. There was hot tea, a pot of green radishes, and a thick book spread out.

"What a big guy." The old gentleman put the bookmarks away, closed the book, and said with a kind smile:
"You are the famous Spartan company commander, Captain Marcus Lynch. I have long admired you. I am Ryan, a doctor of psychology."

"Hello, Mr. Ryan." Lynch didn't like polite words, and extended his giant palm to shake hands with the other party.

"I think I'd better stand."

"Please sit at ease, this old sofa is very strong, don't worry about being broken."

Lynch glanced at the wall clock on the wall: "Can we start?"

"You don't seem very happy to be here."

"Who came here voluntarily? They were all forced,
Veterans hate mental examination the most, you should be clear, but this is not aimed at you, Mr. Ryan, I just don't like the feeling of being treated as a patient..." Lynch said with a frown.

"Haha! Our psychiatrists are always unpopular. Everyone comes here and says, I don't think I'm sick, why do I come here, answering all kinds of stupid mentally handicapped questions like a fool, even There are also rumors that we psychiatrists deliberately induce PTSD in veterans."

"Well, I don't want to complain here, just to go through a procedure. I hope you will be extra merciful and let me suffer less."

"No way, we still have to do business. The federal government stipulates that the mental health of veterans must be ensured so as not to disturb social order."

"I think, even if there are no mentally ill veterans wandering around, the law and order of the Federation is already rotten, no matter how bad it is, it can't be that bad."

(End of this chapter)