Inside a certain clinic in the lower district.
Zeig was being held down in a chair by March 7th and Dan Heng.
Both of their expressions were extremely serious.
Bronya, meanwhile, stood to the side with a stunned look on her face.
Just earlier, after she had done exactly what Zeig told her to do, March 7th, Dan Heng, and Sampo had dragged Zeig straight to the clinic.
Once they arrived, Sampo had volunteered to go back out and look for traces of Wildfire members.
The rest of them stayed here.
"Doctor Natasha, a patient has been brought in! I hear the patient suffers from an extremely severe mental illness! The family members are holding the patient down—the situation is about to get out of control!"
At the nurse's reminder, a beautiful doctor walked out.
Seeing the two family members, she couldn't help but pause:
"Huh? It's you two."
March 7th pressed down on Zeig's left shoulder:
"Natasha, hurry and take a look at this guy—the situation's about to become unbearable!"
Dan Heng pressed down on Zeig's right shoulder:
"Please."
"…"
Natasha smiled, looked at the man being held in the chair by the two of them, and asked:
"Who might this be?"
"He was also brought down by Sampo." March 7th handed over Zeig's ID card. "Here's his identification—you can register the patient information first."
Natasha accepted it with a smile, walked to the side, and scanned it on a device.
Immediately, a puzzled look appeared:
"Huh? Gender: female?"
She looked Zeig's appearance up and down repeatedly, then glanced back at the identification information.
"Natasha, have you finished checking? Hurry up!" March 7th urged.
"Oh, oh, yes, yes."
Natasha took out a small notebook, pulled out a pen, sat at the table across from Zeig, and smiled:
"You've come at just the right time—I was about to head out."
Even though he was being held down by the two, Zeig still maintained a smile:
"Doctor, I'm really not sick—just take a casual look."
The moment she heard this,
Natasha, who had been quite relaxed, froze—then immediately became serious. She readied her small notebook and sat up even straighter.
Zeig: "…"
Natasha: "…"
Zeig: "I really don't have any illness."
"Mhm, mhm." Natasha nodded solemnly.
Watching this female doctor rapidly scribbling "shush shush shush" in her notebook, Zeig's eyes instantly widened.
"???"
He was just about to stand up when March 7th and Dan Heng pressed him back into the seat.
"No, I really don't have any illness—don't slander an innocent person!"
"Mhm, mhm." Natasha, sitting in front, looked even graver as she continued recording things in her little notebook.
"???" Zeig was shocked.
Is this doctor in on it with them?
More than ten minutes later, Natasha finally stood up.
She stared at the notebook with furrowed brows.
Bronya, who had been standing nearby the whole time, anxiously walked over and asked:
"How is Zeig?"
Natasha shook her head, her tone extremely serious:
"It's confirmed. The patient suffers from a very severe cognitive disorder and exhibits strong resistance to treatment."
Hearing this, Bronya was even more shocked.
She never imagined that Zeig, as a physician himself, actually carried such a serious mental illness!
Was this the saying "physicians cannot treat themselves"?
"Will his condition worsen?" Bronya asked with great concern.
Natasha clutched the notebook, faced Zeig, and asked: "May I ask you a few questions?"
Zeig found it strange:
"Go ahead—I'm perfectly normal."
Natasha: "Name."
Zeig: "Zeig."
Natasha: "Birthday."
Zeig: "February 31."
Natasha: "?"
Natasha: "Gender."
Zeig: "Can't you really tell?"
Natasha: "Gender."
Zeig: "…"
Natasha: "Gender."
Zeig: "Male."
Finally, Natasha turned her back to him and looked at Bronya: "See? He indeed has an extremely severe cognitive disorder."
Bronya looked completely confused:
"What? Other than the birthday, nothing else seems wrong."
Natasha shook her head:
"The birthday doesn't matter—the key point is the gender."
"Gender?"
Bronya examined Zeig for a long time, then asked Natasha again: "Is there…something wrong with the gender?"
"Sigh." Doctor Natasha let out a sigh, returned the ID card to March 7th.
Then she came to Bronya's side and whispered:
"Perhaps you should address him as Miss Zeig."
"What?!" Bronya was shocked.
She stared blankly at Zeig sitting in the chair, feeling as though her brain had received an unprecedented impact.
The Executor—she—she was actually female!
"With the patient right here, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to say his true gender out loud, or it might trigger a stress response." Natasha continued whispering.
Bronya nodded dazedly.
So the Executor Zeig was truly female.
Behind Zeig, March 7th and Dan Heng were also discussing something.
March 7th suddenly realized:
"I knew it—he couldn't possibly be healthy. Doctor Natasha's diagnosis is never wrong."
Dan Heng frowned deeply:
"Zeig is our companion. It seems we'll need to get him back to the Astral Express for proper recovery."
Zeig: "…"
March 7th nodded in agreement:
"That makes sense, but there's no doctor on our Express, right? Would it really be okay to just leave him there?"
Dan Heng said seriously:
"Mr. Welt might have a way. If not, then for now…"
Zeig quickly interrupted:
"Stop, stop, stop… I'll let that side slide since I can't hear their whispers, but you two are right behind me openly discussing this—what's that supposed to mean?"
March 7th and Dan Heng glanced at Zeig, both showing expressions of pity.
Zeig: "…"
March 7th: "We're doing this for your own good."
Dan Heng: "The mission is important, but mental health is equally important."
Zeig: "…"
March 7th: "You're already this sick—rest and recover properly."
Dan Heng: "Leave this planet to us. You should return to the Astral Express first."
On the other side,
Natasha sighed and asked Bronya:
"Has he had any bad experiences?"
"Bad experiences?"
Bronya thought about what Zeig had told her and said:
"His doctor master passed away in the snow plains. His master loved smoking Furongwang in life. When I met him, he looked extremely sad."
Natasha paused.
A doctor, the snow plains?
But upon thinking of Furongwang, she relaxed and continued asking:
"Mhm, anything else? That's all?"
Bronya thought for a moment and continued:
"Also, he said he's from the lower district. He went into seclusion in the snow plains with his master when he was very young, but now that he's back, the upper and lower districts are actually sealed off."
Natasha nodded.
She analyzed:
"No mistake. Grief over his master combined with disappointment at the current state of his hometown—these feelings together have created his present symptoms."
"The most obvious is that he can't even distinguish his own gender. The cognitive disorder is already very severe."
Instantly,
Everyone in the entire clinic
cast pitying gazes toward Zeig.
Zeig pursed his lips, looking dazedly at everyone around him.
"???"
…