I played the world alone

Chapter 438 No, you are sick (two in one)

"Unfortunately, it is up to me to decide whether you are sick or not, not you."

Lu Chen said calmly, while putting his hand on the door handle, twisting it slightly in an attempt to open it.

"Damn it! We already said we don't need it anymore, get out of here!" The two brothers in the room were very rude and even seemed to get more irritable and even started yelling because he stayed at the door for too long.

"Your drugs and so-called psychological treatments are of no use at all. They are all lies! We don't want to see you!"

"Get out of here! Otherwise, we'll be rude to you!"

"boom……"

There was a loud bang, as if someone inside had smashed something like a desk lamp or a book onto the door, causing the door panel to tremble slightly.

"What happened? Are they losing their temper again?" The parents downstairs were very worried and a little guilty. "I'm sorry, Doctor Barton. They have been like this for a long time and there is nothing we can do..."

"It's okay. I've seen many such disobedient children. You don't need to worry."

Lu Chen smiled, lifted the collar of his white coat, and spoke slowly.

"Soon they'll be obedient."

He walked to the door with the others, leaned close and said slowly: "The two children inside, now I can give you two choices."

"One is to open the door obediently and let me provide you with psychological treatment."

"The second one is that I open the door myself, but in that case you may suffer some pain."

As soon as he finished speaking, some inappropriate and mocking voices came from the room.

"Haha, stupid, we will never open the door. If you have the ability, try it!"

"We have put reinforcement magic on the door. Even if the surrounding wall collapses, it will not be broken open!"

Lu Chen casually looked at the door in front of him: "I remember you said that you were afraid of being found, so you didn't dare to use magic?"

"Of course we still need some basic defensive magic, otherwise are we really just going to sit there and wait to die?" There was a sound of complaints in the room, and then there was another rather proud voice.

"After we went out to meet you last time, we realized that not all magic can be used. At least now we still have a chance to fight to the death. At the same time, we also decided that no one can take us out or in, not even our parents!"

"Very interesting answers, you two."

inside the room.

Two boys, about sixteen or seventeen years old, were talking quietly while nervously arranging the layout of the room.

"Hurry up and don't let the window fall down!"

"How's the door going? Will the doctor come in?"

"Absolutely impossible, don't worry!"

The older brother, who looked a little more mature, patted his chest and said very confidently, "Don't you still know my defensive magic? Even Ms. Ariel was full of praise for me, saying that I might become the most famous person in the future. The defense master..."

The younger brother nodded in relief.

The two of them studied in the same college, and he knew his brother's situation very well.

He is definitely a little genius in this regard.

His defensive magic even successfully fended off a demonic attack and saved several lives!

"You're right. I'm afraid even if a real demon attacks us this time, as long as we don't open the door actively, it's impossible to break in from outside this room!"

"If a demon is like this, let alone those Muggles?"

The elder brother laughed: "I really hate those psychiatrists. They don't believe what we say but treat us as crazy! What a bunch of stupid guys. Only after they see the devil with their own eyes will they regret being so rude to us noble wizards. …”

He seemed to be getting angrier as he talked, and he even stood by the door and mocked Dr. Barton outside.

"Come in if you can! If you can come in, I will kneel down and lick the dirt from your boots. Can't you come in? Hahaha, stupid, stupid..."

The words have not yet fallen.

The indestructible door in front of him suddenly exploded with a bang, and countless sawdust and huge impact came directly towards his body.

"boom!"

The brother who was standing by the door was rushed out, and the bookshelf at the back hit the two of them. They were buried under a pile of fallen books, and only bursts of painful wails could be heard.

The whole house even shook slightly!

The younger brother who was still laughing and laughing just now didn't react at all. After taking a look at his older brother who was buried in a book, the smile on his face gradually stiffened and lost color, revealing unconcealable horror.

His teeth were chattering, and he was as stiff as a clockwork robot, slowly turning his head little by little until he saw the psychiatrist standing at the door.

They saw this man, who had seemed so ordinary in their eyes before, dusting his sleeves that were stained with dust and sawdust very easily and casually, as if he had done a trivial thing.

When their eyes met, although the other person still had a gentle smile, his brother still shuddered instantly and subconsciously took a step back, as if he had seen a devil.

"What happened?"

The worried shouts of parents came from downstairs again.

The younger brother suddenly felt hopeful and was about to shout for help, but the other party beat him to it.

"Don't worry, it's okay. They were very nice and opened the door for me. I will have a good chat with them."

"Oh! That's great, thank God!"

The parents downstairs finally felt relieved.

Then, Dr. Barton looked at them kindly: "Okay, then let's have a good chat."

"You...are you not an ordinary person? How did you get in?!"

At this time, the brother who had just been beaten climbed out of the pile of books with difficulty and looked at him with a look of shock and confusion.

Dr. Barton spread his hands: "As a responsible doctor, I see my poor patients trapped in a secret room without contact with the outside world for a long time. It is likely to cause psychological shadow and physical illness. In serious cases, even May be life-threatening!"

"In this case, it is my responsibility, so it is normal for me to take the initiative to break down the door and rescue you."

"And the door you have here is very weak. I suspect it may be a counterfeit product. It broke when I pushed it. You should go to the merchant to protect your rights instead of doubting my help to you here."

When he spoke, he pushed his hands as if he were reenacting the action just now, so vividly that one could not help but wonder whether the door's material was of very poor quality.

"No, we have obviously added magic to it. Even if it is a paper door, you can't push it in!" My brother struggled to get up from the ground and yelled.

"Uh-huh……"

Dr. Barton took out a paper and pen from his pocket and seemed to be recording the case for them while mumbling to himself.

"It is suspected that the condition has worsened again..."

"Hey! Asshole! We're not sick, don't write on your paper!"

The elder brother became even more furious and took out a wand, pointing the tip at him from a distance.

"Damn it! Get out of this house right now! Otherwise I will make you experience the disgusting feeling of spitting out slugs!"

Dr. Barton pondered for a moment. “Slug? I didn’t expect your taste to be so unique.”

The younger brother hurriedly tried to dissuade him: "Wait a minute, brother! We can't use magic on ordinary people casually! It's too dangerous! And this is not a magical world..."

The elder brother glared at the doctor fiercely: "I can't bear it anymore. This man has never looked down upon us from beginning to end! I must let him taste the bones to know that we are not lying!"

After saying that, he shouted: "Eat Slugs!"

"Snapped!"

The wand was waved vigorously in the air.

But nothing happened.

There were no slugs, no flickers of light, nothing around him changed.

The doctor still crossed his arms across his chest and looked at his performance calmly. His eyes were like looking at a poor clown or a mentally ill patient.

The elder brother was stunned, looked down at his wand in confusion, then waved the wand again and recited the spell in disbelief.

After trying it three times in a row, he even felt like a fool performing a one-man show. The magic wand that used to be invincible was now like a toy for those children, and it had no effect except self-comfort!

"Wait! There must be something wrong somewhere. Why did my spell fail?"

"Ahem, have you finished your performance?" Dr. Barton even asked him in a pitiful tone, making him blush with embarrassment.

"impossible!"

He couldn't believe it, and then he tried other magics in succession, chanting a lot of spells he knew, but all of them failed without exception.

Dr. Barton straightened his clothes and approached him step by step.

He was getting more and more panicked as spells kept coming out of his mouth, and the hand holding the wand was trembling slightly.

Until a slap hit his face, knocking him unconscious. He covered his red face and looked at the smiling man in front of him in fear.

Then there was another slap from the other side, and a crisp sound resounded in the deathly silent room, making the younger brother next to him tremble.

"magic?"

"Slug?"

Another two slaps, and the brother dropped the wand in his hand and didn't care. He could only cover his face in fear, almost crying.

"Stop...stop fighting...please!"

Dr. Barton said calmly: "Your condition seems to be very serious. Serious illness requires extraordinary measures. First of all, I think you need to wake up."

The elder brother almost curled up, not even daring to look up at him, crying miserably: "I was wrong... I know I was wrong! Don't hit me..."

The doctor suddenly turned to look at his brother again. He was so frightened that he immediately turned pale and raised his hands in surrender.

"I'm sober! How can there be wizards in this world? Haha, my brother must be too sick... I'm fine, doctor."

He was afraid that his face would be beaten like a pig's head, so he danced exaggeratedly to prove that he was perfectly normal.

"You..." My brother was about to curse, but when he raised his head, he met the doctor's eyes that turned around. He was so frightened that he shrank his head again, and swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

Now his face was swollen, as if he had been stung by more than a dozen wasps, it was red and extremely miserable.

"No, you are sick."

Dr. Barton suddenly said to his brother, causing his expression to freeze for a moment.

"It is up to me to judge whether you are sick or not, not to listen to your sophistry. Now I have every reason to suspect that you are schizophrenic. One personality fantasizes that you are a wizard, and the other personality is denying yourself."

"Such a contradictory self will cause you to have great mental problems, and may even cause you to harm yourself or other people's lives in the future. The consequences will be disastrous!"

The doctor had a look of compassion on his face, and the younger brother didn't know how to answer for a moment. He just felt that he had said all the good things, and he was no longer a human being inside and out.

So should I say that I am a wizard now or not?

He looked at the other person who was gradually rolling up his sleeves again, and his expression changed with fear. He carefully looked at the other person's face and stammered: "Then... I am actually a wizard?"

"Well, it seems you can still be saved." Dr. Barton nodded with satisfaction.

What he said made his brother a little frightened, and he was extremely frightened when he thought about it.

This……

What are you going to do if you can't be saved?

It's a pity that he never dared to say these words, so he could only say with a smile: "Ah, yes, yes, I am a wizard... I finally figured out that there is something wrong with my brain... uh, I need treatment..."

The doctor immediately turned his attention to his brother who was still covering his face and sobbing.

"What about you?"

The elder brother nodded repeatedly with a look of fear on his face.

"Very good, then your condition has been basically determined. We can start the next step."

A few minutes later.

The doctor sat on the chair with his legs crossed, and continued to write and draw with a pen and paper in his hand.

The two brothers knelt side by side in front of him, gesturing to each other but neither of them dared to raise their heads to resist.

"Okay, tell me your names. I have to register the patient's condition first."

Haven't you registered before?

But they didn't dare ask.

Brother: "Garden."

Brother: "Meg."

The doctor quickly recorded it, and then asked: "Then tell me what the magical world in your spiritual world looks like."

"But our teacher said that we cannot reveal the situation of the magical world to ordinary people..." Jia et al said cautiously.

"Ok?"

But the doctor only glanced at him, and he immediately surrendered heartily.

The two brothers were afraid of being punished, so they rushed to introduce the news they knew.

Soon the general situation became clear.

The situation in the magical world here is similar to that in the movie, but these two are not serious children who have received admission notices and entered school. They can only be regarded as monks halfway.

In addition, the family that takes care of them is not a traditional magic family, and they are worried about causing unnecessary panic, so they usually study in ordinary schools, and take an extra few days every month to study in magic schools.

Everything was peaceful at first, until about two months ago, a huge change suddenly occurred in the magical world.

(End of this chapter)