Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2783: Chapter 2778: Conversations on the 13th (35)

The attending physician’s assistant? That does make sense.

So in such a high-end place, a medical team must be in place after all.

As expected, the confession continues, confirming Fu Qian’s suspicions.

The person before him, Wayne Falter, is not merely an ordinary guard but a medical worker at the sanatorium.

This makes it even more interesting, though; an internist running patrol?

Wayne Falter had made it clear enough, during their last meeting, that he wasn’t "sharp" enough.

Clearly implying that when they met on the 1st, he was in the same disguise; it’s just that Fu Qian didn’t recognize the unique air distinguishing him from other guards.

So, he’s been working two jobs all this time? It’s true that competition in the medical field is intense now, but in a place like this that doesn’t lack funds, income shouldn’t be so strained, right?

"Have you never thought about taking over?"

Silently sighing at the suffering of all beings, Fu Qian opened his mouth and said a highly provocative line.

...

As everyone knows, the conflict between a main and assistant is innate.

It’s as natural as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, so even a firm denial would not convince a normal person.

Yet, right at this moment, evidence is once again laid bare before them.

Even in such circumstances, Fu Qian’s random remark managed to make the party in question’s eyes flicker.

It’s worth noting, Wayne Falter is good at maintaining his composure, having followed Professor Fu’s thought process back and forth this long, he can still keep a certain level of rationality.

The fact that he showed such a major lapse in expression control—doesn’t that prove something?

"Mr. Fu, you jest. I need to learn much more from Doctor Servis’s knowledge."

Of course, the person in question would never admit it; forcing his eyes to squint to look more natural, Wayne Falter chose to casually pass over this segment.

"That makes sense, so you are now his assistant."

And Professor Fu, being quite agreeable today, nodded slightly in agreement, even helping the other party find evidence.

"... Wearing this outfit was actually my own request."

Unfortunately, the person involved wasn’t too appreciative; his gaze flickered uncontrollably again, and after some contemplation, Wayne Falter explained why he dons such a strange attire.

"People always instinctively disguise their weaknesses, even when facing a doctor.

"But darkness often lowers this vigilance, so at night, I embody another role, wandering this place... no need to knock to enter, feeling more through the light and shadow changes."

While speaking, he shielded himself from the sunlight, as if this light was rather discomforting to him.

"Also, there’s no need to praise me as dedicated or anything; this process is also about self-examination.

"Feeling myself with another identity makes it easier to spot the mistakes made during the day, or achieve inner peace."

...

See, neurologists are bound to become neurotic sooner or later.

Though his face was calm, his sincerity and the spirit of healing the world that Wayne Falter exuded at that moment was moving.

But what Fu Qian, with his strong empathy, focused on was the last sentence.

Staying up, not sleeping at night, changing identities to check whether there’s a bug in the daytime self.

Hasn’t anyone noticed this mental state is a bit too fresh?

It’s hard for a healer to heal themselves, and considering there are so many talents in the sanatorium, getting a bit mentally contaminated is all too normal.

Of course, this is not the point; the point is how wonderful this all is, that the party involved would actually confess voluntarily.

It was quite obvious that Wayne Falter threw out the mystery of dual identities earlier, hoping to ignite Mr. Fu’s curiosity, leading him to inquire proactively.

Alas, Mr. Fu is just too indifferent to workplace politics, directly steering towards professional dynamics.

In order to avoid misrepresentations, he could no longer worry about maintaining appearances, revealing everything at maximum efficiency.

Perhaps some would think this merely gains some advantage in momentum, but is essentially useless.

But what is said is true—the attitude matters.

In Fu Qian’s view, considering the risk of the conversation stalling, the other party’s willingness to maintain this relatively balanced exchange is itself a demonstration of attitude.

Is the director really ready for the final showdown? Is the office where the grand finale takes place?

It seems there’s more manipulation to come.

"An interesting method, actually I’ve encountered an old man before who had similar notions, even expanding the scope to two people and named it ’Reflection’."

Subtly arriving at a conclusion, Fu Qian was very satisfied, proactively bringing up a case he had encountered.

"The method involves two people exchanging identities, each embodying the other in their eyes, guessing the other’s intentions and acting accordingly."

And naturally, he was referring to Mr. Cardon Sr., who calmly drew up a bucket list and approached death.

Apart from being able to resist such temptations, burying divine beings alone, Mr. Cardon Sr.’s thinking was also notable in Fu Qian’s eyes.

There happened to be a kindred spirit here, so why not promote it a bit on his behalf?

"... An intriguing concept, but it requires highly trained personnel."

Looking surprised by Fu Qian having such a case in his repertoire, Wayne Falter was somewhat taken aback at that moment.

However, he quickly displayed his professional competency, pointing out the limitations in its execution after a brief thought.

"Even the demand for professional ethics is high; if there’s intent to do harm, it’s easy to instill something unpleasant."

To this, Fu Qian also nodded slightly, acknowledging the other’s concerns, even adding his own point.

...

At that moment, Wayne Falter’s face was unfailingly complex.

Evidently, the impact on him was ongoing, unable to comprehend how it turned into an academic exchange.

The hidden dangers mentioned by the other party were indeed real.

For "Reflection" to be effective, it requires a considerable degree of opening one’s mind, namely, lowering one’s defenses to another person.

If malice is harbored in these circumstances, it is indeed easy to sow certain dark seeds.

"And did that old man succeed?"

Rationally, the topic should have ended, but after a brief hesitation, Wayne Falter indulged his curiosity.

"I suppose you could call it a success."

Fu Qian’s memories were expertly stirred, conjuring images of Mr. Cardon Sr. lying peacefully as he departed.

"That’s great... I hope we can succeed too."

Hearing there was a good ending, Wayne Falter finally reined himself in, returning to the main topic.

Signaling Fu Qian to stop as he spoke, his hand rested on the window nearby.

Squeak—

Though careful, there was still a slight scraping sound.

From the tiny window opening inwards, one could see the lengthy corridor behind, and the stairs at the end.

"It’s just ahead."

As he pointed out the proximity of the destination, Wayne Falter gestured to take this path.