[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

Bruce Wayne finally registered with Nunnally under Alfred's persuasion (sarcasm).

Otherwise, what else can we do?

If your venerable old butler calmly said to you: "Mr. Bruce, when a man wears a vampire costume every night and is addicted to breaking the bones of criminals, I think he really should find a Doc take a good look - especially when this guy is regularly taking a minor up against some of Gotham's most dangerous lunatics."

Then you'd better bow your head and admit your mistake, and obediently follow his advice.

This is the iron rule of the Wayne family's survival.

Surprisingly, the business of Nunnally Lampelucci's psychological clinic is actually very good - it may be more appropriate to describe it as full.Even Bruce wondered, when did the people of Gotham pay so much attention to mental health?

It doesn't make sense, but it happens - even Bruce Wayne's appointment is half a month away.

After a long absence, Master Wayne, who was always late for banquets or company meetings and made people wait, felt the feeling of waiting for others.

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Half a month passed by, and soon it was time for Bruce Wayne to make an appointment at the clinic.

It was a rare sunny day, and the sun was shining on the street without hesitation. Bruce squinted his eyes slightly against the sun, and when he lowered his head again, a somewhat helpless expression appeared on his face.

"Seriously, Alfred?" He threw his head back exaggeratedly. "I thought I was too old to need you to take me to the hospital."

"Master Bruce, since your habit of avoiding going to the hospital is no different from when you refused to get vaccinated 20 years ago, I think yes." The old housekeeper nodded slowly, "You still need a little supervision."

Bruce Wayne could only spread his hands, then opened the door and got into the car.

"Okay, okay." He smiled helplessly and leaned back on the back seat.

Alfred is always right.

This is another iron rule of the Wayne family.

The car started to move, and it merged into the traffic on Gotham Avenue after a while.

After arriving at Nunnally Lampelucci's clinic, Bruce Wayne looked him up and down, subconsciously raising his eyebrows.

"Good aesthetics." He praised casually. "I thought all hospitals would like to make themselves Bauhaus style. Fortunately, the designer of this building doesn't think so."

"Then, according to the previously agreed time, I will pick you up in an hour, Master Bruce."

Alfred didn't take his joke, but made such an exhortation.Bruce slumped his shoulders, shook his head and walked out of the car door.

"See you in an hour then." He smiled and straightened his tie.

The first impression upon entering the clinic is actually relaxation.

The walls are not too cold and white, but a beige color that does not give people a sense of oppression, and the colors of the furniture are also very soft. There are a few pots of green plants on the reception desk and the windows, and the bright green leaves show a bright color in the sunlight. A transparent texture.The floor is well wiped, but there is no glamorous menace.

All in all, everything fits just right.Even the front desk in charge of the reception was the same. Even when she saw Bruce Wayne's face that often appeared on newspapers and TVs, she didn't show any irritation or flattery, and her tone was not particularly excited.The high quality is evident.

In such an environment, anyone who enters the clinic will immediately relax.

He came a little earlier than the appointed time, so he was invited to wait in the rest area for a while.The sofa is so soft that people sink into it as soon as they sit down and don't want to get up.The female assistant in charge took a cup of coffee and left, as if she didn't want to disturb him.

By the way, that cup of coffee is much better than GCPD's coffee.

He hadn't finished his coffee when the previous client came out, and Bruce noticed that the lady in her fifties was smiling and seemed very pleased with the session.

"Mr. Wayne?" The female assistant knocked lightly on the door of the rest area, "Dr. Lampelucci is free now."

"Ok."

Bruce put down his coffee and followed behind her, while quietly looking at the monitor on the roof of the clinic, while putting on his usual playboy style, he spoke to the female assistant.

"It's a bit unimaginable, I mean, a lady like her must overcome a lot of difficulties to become a psychiatrist?" He smiled and compared his eyes, "I don't mean any harm, but... you You know, the job of a psychiatrist requires observation skills, right? I'm kind of curious how she overcomes these difficulties."

This question is actually a bit impolite, but fortunately, the female assistant seems to be used to it—whether it is someone else's questioning, or a rich man like Bruce's impoliteness.

"Many visitors have the same thoughts as you, Mr. Wayne." The female assistant's smile did not change at all, "But Dr. Lampelucci is indeed a very good doctor, and she can prove it every time. "

every time?

Bruce Wayne raised his left eyebrow slightly, and then broke into his usual cynical yet handsome smile.

"Really?" He recalled the word "every time", and followed the assistant lady to the door of the consultation room, "Then I'm really curious."

——How did she do it?

"Doctor Lampelucci." The assistant knocked on the door of the consulting room, "Your guest has arrived."

"Please come in."

From the other end of the door, a young girl's slender but steady voice sounded.

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For Bruce Wayne, the clinic started out as nothing special.

Nunnally Lampelucci just asked some routine questions, checked the situation, and then sent him to the computer room next door to fill out the form-this is the routine procedure of psychotherapy, he is not surprised.

After filling out the pile at the computer that he had done in the Batcave before he came and going through the full set of corresponding analysis forms and tests, Bruce Wayne returned to the consulting room.

By the way, his answers to those questions were prepared a long time ago, basically the template of the Brucey baby he portrayed externally, plus a little bit of "real feeling" that he thinks Bruce Wayne should have.

Yes, although he agreed to Alfred and boldly made an appointment for a full three months, Bruce Wayne did not plan to cooperate with the treatment well.

With Nunnally Lampelucci's background unknown, he couldn't trust to show his true self—especially the Batman side—in front of her.

Bruce was very clear about the purpose of his visit—reconnaissance was his first purpose, and seeing a doctor was just incidental, or in other words, an excuse.

It is also because of this that when Nunnally Lampelucci took out the stack of printed questionnaires from the printer, Bruce Wayne nestled on the seat opposite her, taking advantage of her opportunity to "look" at the form Looking at her carefully, he also looked at the room.

It has to be said that no matter who arranged this room for Nunnally, the other party fully considered her special situation when designing.The entire office has been remodeled to facilitate her mobility.Most of the rooms suitable for normal people are not suitable for disabled people, but this room is different, minimalist, tidy, clean, everything is within her reach, and all the furnishings are kept out of the way of her wheelchair place.

Almost all the furniture is designed with rounded corners, and it fits tightly with the ground, so that there is no chance of tripping or bumping her; even the books have their fixed positions, so that she can access them at any time.

and……

Bruce's gaze rests on the form in her hand.

- Braille printing.

he thinks.

Now that computers are not popular, the computer room next door to her for testing is advanced enough—when other psychiatrists were still using paper forms to test patients, her special testing procedures It could almost be called a luxury - let alone such a valuable set of braille printers.

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the LOGO on the printer, and found the small words [Brittania Technology] without any surprise.

If he remembers correctly... Britannia Tech belongs to Schneizel E. Britannia.

Inexplicably, he remembered the long list of accessibility projects developed by Britannia Tech over the past three years.

"..."

Bruce silently revised his evaluation of Schneizel in his heart.

At the same time, she has a new understanding of the status of the younger sister who was sent away at the age of six in the hearts of the heirs of the Britannia family.

What Bruce Wayne didn't know was that when he was observing Nunnally Lampelucci, the other party was actually observing him.

In fact, while Bruce was doing the test on the computer, the AI ​​was broadcasting live to Ada in her head.Not only did she know what option Bruce chose for each question, but she also knew how many seconds he paused and revised several times when he was doing the question.

Now she is holding this stack of braille printouts just to maintain her personality out of habit.

"How much of this form do you think is credible?" Ada stroked the braille while thinking about AI.

The AI's answer was very cold: "What do you think?"

Ada shrugged in her head: "I don't think there's much believability."

What comes out of the form is a frivolous and irresponsible person.

But Nunnally's perception told her a completely different answer.

Nunnally Lampelucci has the ability to sense the emotions of others through touch in the original work. In fact, this is a genetic advantage and an overly strong sixth sense.And Ada will maximize this perception when she is working.

So, when Bruce Wayne entered this room, she had already felt certain emotions emanating from this man.Then, in shaking his hand, she confirmed what those emotions were.

Anxiety, suspicion, thinking.

Different from his superficial and frivolous appearance, what he conveyed at that moment were thoughts so complicated that even she couldn't fully distinguish them...

And when he sat across from her, through his eyes, she felt...

... nostalgia.

she thinks.

"I'm a little curious, why did you choose such a career?" he said to her, maintaining his Bruce baby tone. "I mean, it's going to be difficult?"

Do not trust.

Tentative.

And... worry.

Distinguishing these emotions, the young psychiatrist heaved a long sigh in his heart.

Well, the object of the long war of resistance.

she thought quietly.

The author has something to say:

If you feel that you have depression, anxiety, obsessive-compulsive disorder or something, remember to go to [provincial top-level psychiatric hospital] to register. Generally speaking, the doctor will ask you some questions and ask you to fill out many, many forms. Remember to be honest when filling out the forms Point, don't learn from this old bat who shies away from diseases (pointing).

PS: I haven't seen a doctor for about a year and a half since the doctor said I was fine, and I'm writing based on my memory... Don't look into it if there is a bug!I have no idea how American psychiatrists diagnose and treat them!I have only read one "Rodgers Psychotherapy". Humanism and cognitive school are not the same, but I will mix it up and write!Psychology is just a nail for my novels, I'm not from the Department of Psychology, so don't bother with me! ! !

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