"Everyone here is one of us, so what's the big deal?" Brian Foster said with a cheerful laugh. "What we just had was just to get by for the moment. Now it's already noon, so why don't we go to Fulinmen Restaurant and have a proper meal?"

Henry Brooks patted his stomach. "I'm full. You go eat something first, and then help me pick up my salary card, or else I'll be mooching off your meals from now on."

"Alright, I still have something to do." Henry Brooks waved with a smile, stood up, and walked toward the neurology department.

Brian Foster watched as Henry Brooks, who had just woken up and regained some energy, actually headed toward the neurology department, looking utterly incredulous.

He thought to himself, this young master Sun is really something—his body is in this state, and at a time like this, he still doesn't forget to go see Kevin Sullivan.

Chapter 6: Slobel Thought Disorder

After waking up, Henry Brooks kept thinking about what Kevin Sullivan and the others had said earlier. As soon as he felt a bit better, he hurried to Kevin Sullivan's office.

Outside Kevin Sullivan's office, a few people with gloomy expressions were hiding on either side of the door. The door was open just a crack, and they were all secretly listening to the conversation inside.

"Longlong, be good. Why do you think your parents want to kill you, and your aunt wants to sell you? How did you know to go to the police to report it? Who taught you that?" It was the first time Kevin Sullivan was dealing with this Logan Carter. Many doctors had already seen this little boy before, but none could do anything for him. They all thought he was mentally unstable and should be sent to a psychiatric hospital for treatment.

Six-year-old Logan Carter looked very thin and a bit flustered. He said angrily, "It's not what I think—they really are planning to sell me. If something happens, you go to the police to report it. You don't need anyone to teach you that. Our kindergarten teachers and the books all say so."

At this moment, Henry Brooks happened to walk up to the door and, hearing Logan Carter's words, became even more certain of his judgment. He pushed the door open and went in.

"Henry Brooks..." Kevin Sullivan was very surprised, then quickly reacted: "Who let you in? Why didn't you knock before coming in? What are you trying to do?"

Henry Brooks walked over to Logan Carter with a smile, bent down, and whispered something in Logan Carter's ear.

Kevin Sullivan became anxious. "Henry Brooks, get out of here right now. This is my office. You're not allowed to interact with my patient without permission."

Henry Brooks spoke quickly, then straightened up and shrugged slightly. "I'm helping you. It looks like his family is pretty well-off, right? If nothing unexpected happened, they've probably seen a lot of doctors already. Do you think you're better than all those other doctors? Can you cure him?"

"You're also confused inside. You think a child talking like an adult and doing these things is like a mental illness, but sometimes he's perfectly normal. To put it superstitiously, it's like he's possessed. Actually, you know very well that you're helpless, but you're still a bit unwilling and want to understand more." Henry Brooks was very confident, and with just a few words, he hit the mark in Kevin Sullivan's heart. Seeing Kevin Sullivan fall silent and look at him in surprise, Henry Brooks smiled faintly. "Don't be surprised. I've just read some psychology books and learned a bit myself. Remember this: tell the child's family not to smile in front of him for a while. Whatever they do, they should be serious and not show any smiles. That should stabilize him for a while."

Kevin Sullivan looked at Henry Brooks. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Logan Carter's family was very well-off. They had even been to famous hospitals in the US and Europe, but nothing had worked. Coming here was just to get some temporary relief, and when he acted up, they could only use sedatives to control him. No one expected he could be cured here—not even Kevin Sullivan herself.

Henry Brooks just said a few words and then claimed that having the family not smile would work. It was simply a fantasy, complete nonsense. Not smiling—what does that have to do with treatment?

"Consider this my compensation for what happened earlier. You can study this if you want. Of course, this isn't something that can be explained in a day or two, or in just a few words. We'll talk about it later. I have something else to do, so I'll be going..." In the field of medicine, Henry Brooks's words always carried an incredible confidence, giving others the impression of arrogance, as if he were a general giving orders on the battlefield, or a judge pronouncing a verdict...

Early-stage Slobel Thought Disorder can be easily controlled as long as you understand the patient's logic and guide them accordingly.

Slobel Thought Disorder is a miracle in the history of human medicine. In Henry Brooks's memory, it was discovered by Slobel fifty years later. Only a dozen or so people worldwide are diagnosed with it each year, and it's often misdiagnosed as a mental illness. If the later-stage cases are considered a miracle, then discovering the disorder in its early stage would definitely win an international award.

Although Henry Brooks knew about it, he had never seen it before. After all, in that era, even adults in his own family could treat it.

After Henry Brooks finished speaking, he left. Kevin Sullivan wanted to catch up and ask him more, but was blocked at the door by Logan Carter's family.

"Doctor Shen, is what that person just said true?"

"Woo... I really want to hear him call me mom..."

"Please, tell me quickly..."

...

Henry Brooks walked out of the hospital. At that moment, the sun was blazing overhead. Standing at the hospital entrance, looking at the bustling street, the crowds, and the tall buildings, Henry Brooks suddenly didn't know where to go.