Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Under the watchful eyes of the heroes, Cynthia's voice suddenly stopped.

She opened her eyes wide in surprise, and looked around, but didn't fixate on anyone.

Cynthia hadn't received urgent missions—or, even missions—for a long time.

It has been several months since she last performed a mission.Now, however, Wuny told her that an urgent mission had suddenly appeared.

【Urgent task? 】She touched the pinna subconsciously, and asked in her mind,【Almost all the superheroes are here, why there is an urgent mission all of a sudden? 】

Wu Ni: [Yes, emergencies, specific circumstances...]

"What's the matter? Cynthia? What's the matter?"

Cynthia's gaze suddenly focused, and in front of her was Superman's handsome, curly-haired face with worried frowns.

Wu Ni's words in his mind were washed away by Superman's inquiry, and he didn't catch a single word.

But the last time there was an urgent task, it was after her press conference—because the simultaneous appearance of her and the live broadcast triggered Bruce’s stress disorder, Wu Ni urgently notified her to relieve him.

Thinking of this, Cynthia paused, looked around, frowned and asked, "Where is Batman?"

Superman: "Uh, he's—"

"--I'm here."

A magnetic sound sounded almost directly behind the ears.

Cynthia: "!"

Cynthia was taken aback and turned around suddenly, but the heel of her shoe tripped on the ground, and she suddenly couldn't stand stably.

The Kevlar glove firmly grasped her wrist, and with a light pull, she regained her focus, raised her eyes, and met Batman's calm gaze.

"Don't panic," Batman said quietly, "What happened?"

"……Oh."

Cynthia stared at him with wide eyes, took a quick breath, and tried to calm down her accelerated heartbeat.

"It's nothing." She said, making a swallowing motion, "It's just...just now, Wuny told me that there was an urgent mission."

Batman frowned.

"Urgent mission?" he asked. "Psychotherapy mission? Time limit?"

"Yes."

"Who is the target of the mission? What is the background of the mission?"

Cynthia shook her head.

"Sorry, I don't know... I didn't hear clearly just now, so I'll ask again."

[Wuni, say it again, who is the mission target?Why? 】

[…] Wu Ni sighed, 【You just squeeze me—the name of the mission target is Stephen Strange, who was originally an excellent neurosurgeon, but unfortunately, three weeks ago, he In a car accident, both hands were comminuted and fractured, and they will never recover. 】

"……Oh."

Cynthia said.

"I probably understand why."

"What?" Green Lantern Hal Jordan leaned closer and asked enthusiastically, "Are you finally going to use your cruel methods to deal with the enemy?"

The Flash on the side punched him: "Of course not, genius! Cynthia is a doctor, she only treats people."

Hal folded his arms and retreated into the chair.

"What a waste." He muttered softly.

"Who's the target? A new superhero? Do we know him?" Only Captain America cares.

Cynthia shook her head.

"No, you don't know... I don't know either. He's not a superhero, just a normal guy, a doctor, to be precise."

After a pause, he added: "Oh, he's also a doctor, by the way."

Superman nodded: "A wise man."

Tony and Banner, who hold several doctorates, looked at each other and raised their eyebrows.

Wonder Woman looked at Cynthia with some doubts, and asked, "But I remember that your mission targets don't include ordinary people, but only superheroes, don't they?"

"Yes, that's roughly the case." Cynthia said, organizing her words, "Well...according to what God King Odin said, to be precise, my mission targets are limited to people who are important to this world—he called as the node of the world, and this doctor, Dr., happens to be one of these people."

"A possible future superhero," Batman concluded succinctly. "How much time do you have?"

Cynthia subconsciously asked Wu Ni.

"Let me see... more than 40 minutes? More than 40 minutes! God, I have to go."

She suddenly became anxious and wandered around in the private room.

"He is in great pain. The urgent task indicates that this is an important moment for his mental state to change. I must arrive in time...Where can I lie down? I have to leave my body here, this private room... ..."

Hal Jordan, who has never seen her out-of-body ability: "...wait a minute, what do you mean 'leave your body here'?"

No one paid him any attention.There are only a few heroes who also don't understand what it means, staring with big eyes.

"There is a couch in the back." Batman guided Cynthia in a deep voice, "You can lie down there."

Cynthia froze for a moment, then turned to meet his silent blue eyes.

"... Oh, yes, that's right." She said quickly, "but I... no, it's nothing, you're right."

But she is very conscientious.

But again this is the only solution.Looking into Batman's eyes, she couldn't speak.

Cynthia walked to the sofa, hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and lay down.

Her eyes moved to the spacious ceiling, and she panicked reflexively as soon as her back touched the unfamiliar softness of the sofa.

The private room was very empty, without the slightest atmosphere to make people fall asleep, surrounded by all kinds of superheroes, and there might be waiters waiting outside the door.

After many years, she felt once again that she was homeless when she was a child, and could only hang around under the eaves or in the bridge hole, watching the pedestrians coming and going, and always beware of the coldness and horror of being robbed by other homeless people.

"……no."

She straightened up again.

"I can't do it, I recognize the bed, and this is a public area, I..."

The heroes looked at her in bewilderment.

Among them, the only Flash who knew the secret of Cynthia's confession was stunned for a moment, then reacted belatedly, scratched his head, and tried to give her an idea: "It's okay, Cynthia, as long as you... Soon the soul is out of the body, and I can't feel that I am lying on the sofa!"

"No, no... I'm not afraid to lie on the sofa, I'm..." Cynthia's thoughts began to knot up, and she said slowly, "I can't leave my body here like this...I mean... This is not a closed environment, I can't..."

A hand rested gently but firmly on her shoulder.

She turned her head and saw Batman circled to the side of the sofa at some point, his tall body leaning slightly on the armrest, his cloak hanging down softly, as if he was going to stand here for a long time.

"It's okay, relax." Batman's voice was calm and soft, "You can lie here."

"Can--"

"It's okay, Cynthia." Batman said again, without any impatience in his tone.

"I'll stay here with you," he said.

Cynthia opened her eyes slightly, and his slender figure was reflected in the pupils.

The silent knight stood guard in front of her silently, and his pointed ears turned into an ancient spirit beast that intimidated outsiders. Regardless of wind and rain or enemy attacks, he would raise his wide cloak to block everything for her.

He looks solid.thought Cynthia.

...he's actually been pretty reliable.

Under the steady eyes of Batman, Cynthia pondered for a while, and involuntarily lay down again, nestled in the sofa, and looked at him eagerly.

"Always?" She was still a little uneasy, and asked as if confirming.

Will you always watch over me?When I open my eyes again, will the first person I see still be you?

The superheroes next to him were shocked to see that Batman's eyes seemed to be a little gentler.

"Always," he whispered.

New York, mansions.

Clothes, documents, waste paper, wine glasses, wine bottles, wine scattered everywhere... The interior of the house, which was originally clean and cold, has now become a mess.

The slender man was half lying on the ground, his upper body was leaning crookedly on the door of the French cabinet, his hair was messy, his beard was wildly growing, his clothes were disheveled, and he was loosely holding a bottle of half-drinked good wine in his hand. liquor.

He looked exactly like the bums waiting to die in Lower Gotham.

Cynthia was silent for a moment.

【You tell me this is a doctor doctor? ] She questioned Wuni.

[I said it was 'once'. 】Wuni said speechlessly, 【I didn't want you to come here—the time is very tight, and he is a stubborn and sharp person. Years of success have bred countless pride in his heart, and he wants to soften his psychological defense. will be difficult. 】

[But I have to let you do it - he is too deeply connected with the lifeblood of this world, Fu Jin.If you could still see it like I did, you'd be shocked by it too.Without him, the threads of our future will all be tied. 】

Surprised, Cynthia looked at the man lying on the ground again.

[But he is just an ordinary person. 】She was a little puzzled, 【Is it impossible for a god king to be like him? 】

Wuny was silent.

After a long time, it slowly let out a sigh.

[You are looking at fate from the perspective of a mortal, Cynthia.In the eyes of mortals, gods are incomparable with themselves, but in terms of fate, there is no difference between a god king and a tramp. 】It is a little tired,【Fate is really too heavy a thing, I wish you could still share some of it with me. 】

【…】

Cynthia took a deep breath: 【How much time do I have? 】

[More than 30 minutes. ] Wu Ni replied, 【How are you going to treat him? 】

【Do not. 】

Cynthia looked at the doctor in the pile of wine bottles and said in a deep voice.

【I don't intend to treat him, but I can make him better. 】