The Strongest Brain in the Interstellar

Calet did not pay much attention to Jiang Hui’s slightly unusual nervousness. He thought she was simply an introverted and shy person, likely feeling timid in an unfamiliar environment.

Typically, a primary therapist needs to be a mid-level or higher therapist with considerable experience in dealing with patients, knowing how to soothe their sensitive emotions.

He gently said to Jiang Hui, “How are you feeling today? Can you talk to me about it? It’s okay; there’s no need to be too nervous. I’m just here to check your condition so we can work towards completing your treatment plan and getting you back home as soon as possible.”

“Mm.” Jiang Hui nodded.

However, for some reason, she was inexplicably attentive to what he had just said. It wasn’t the content, but rather that when he spoke, he seemed to emanate a strange, rhythmic magnetic field. The force was not particularly strong, but being enveloped by this magnetic field made her feel much calmer in an instant, and her nervousness was dissipated by about ninety percent.

Could this be what they call a “therapist’s skill”?

Jiang Hui had not yet fully digested her memories; her mind was filled with fragments of her life experiences and significant events. There were still distant memories, details, and some basic knowledge that needed to be processed little by little.

It seems that when she goes back, she’ll have to put in some effort regarding this, or else it might lead to some major issues in the future… Ah, wait, she shouldn’t be thinking about that. She’s more concerned about figuring out where the original self is. She hopes she hasn’t accidentally pushed the original self out of the way when she crossed over; otherwise, she would be a soul-stealing thief!

However, if the original self’s soul is still in the body, she… Sigh, she truly doesn’t know what to do.

While she was lost in her thoughts, the therapist named Calet seemed to have gathered some data and was busily jotting down something.

“Ms. Jiang, I’m not sure if your memory still has any issues. If we find any memory gaps, we will arrange for you to have a brain treatment session,” he asked again.

“There shouldn’t be any problems now,” Jiang Hui replied uncertainly, sifting through the scattered memories in her mind.

Calet’s pen immediately paused.

“Shouldn’t? You shouldn’t say things like that. You’re still a minor, having just gone through your second awakening phase, which places you among those who are not fully awakened. The brain domain is extremely important for you; you can’t treat it so ambiguously. You need to say ‘there is a problem’ or ‘there is no problem’ and answer with certainty,” Calet said with a serious tone.

Jiang Hui didn’t realize that her casual comment would provoke such a strong reaction from him. She quickly replied, “There’s no problem, no problem.”

Only then did he relent and return to his previous gentle demeanor. “Good. Now I’ll talk to you about your physical examination results from the past few days. Other than the main issue with your head, the rest of your body is generally balanced. Your blood index is 6785…” Then he went on to list a series of incomprehensible data and many medical terms that she had never even heard before. The only parts she could understand were the comprehensive analysis results: “normal,” “slightly high,” or “low.”

After reading through that round of information, he finally began to focus on her injury. It was only then that Jiang Hui realized she had hit her head when she first arrived, which explained the pain she felt at the time. She had probably lost so much blood that her brain was a bit dysfunctional, and she had mistaken the fleeting red on the ground for a carpet pattern. In hindsight, that was blood—

According to the main therapist named Calet, she had first collided with a sharp object and then hit the back of her head on the ground, resulting in a secondary injury. This caused significant trauma to her brain, leading to damage in two areas of her brain lobes, and it was suspected that even subtle functional aspects of her brain had been affected.

This sounded very serious; back on Blue Star, people might even end up becoming idiots from such injuries. However, in the interstellar world, it was still something that could be treated. After all, even memories could be recovered with brain treatments. Jiang Hui had gained some understanding of the medical technology in this interstellar world.

The therapist didn’t seem too concerned about the physical damage to her organs; he was more focused on whether the energy source that resided in her brain or, more accurately, her mental strength had been affected.

The following ten pages were all analyses of her brain area and mental strength status. The conclusion was that there were no major issues; her overall state appeared quite active due to external stimuli, but she would likely need to take a mental stabilizer for a period.

“I’ll prescribe you a five-day dosage. You must take it regularly at home and combine it with mental organization; only then can your mental strength stabilize. You must remember not to cut corners for convenience,” Calet earnestly advised.

Mental organization? She didn’t even fully understand what mental strength was or how to manage it right now. It would be better to figure out the original host’s situation before worrying about that.

But naturally, Jiang Hui wouldn’t mention these thoughts to Calet; she could only nod in agreement.

“Also, the patrol team from the event district has investigated the scene at your residence and clarified the circumstances surrounding your injury. Your injury was an accident, and there was no interference from any external forces.” Oh, so the interstellar world has this kind of service; it sounds a bit like the police investigating a scene after an incident. Later, Jiang Hui learned that the interstellar patrol team was actually equivalent to a modern police department, so her guess was indeed correct.

“However, the smart robot connected to your apartment failed to report the incident in a timely manner due to a malfunction. It even hindered the rescue process, nearly costing you your life. The patrol team has already registered the robot’s model and factory code to report to the manufacturer. They will need to bear the costs for the damage caused during the rescue, and you may need to communicate with them personally regarding the compensation.”

Jiang Hui: This is really… such considerate after-sales service.

Isn’t this the kind of shopping experience that Blue Star people dream of? She was getting a preview for all her fellow Blue Star compatriots.

Jiang Hui didn’t really understand all of this, but she wasn’t foolish enough to ask how to communicate or anything like that; she just nodded in agreement.

As it seemed the other party had said most of what he needed to say, he appeared to want to confirm if he had missed anything and flipped through her medical record one last time before finally saying, “There’s one more thing I should mention. It’s just a small matter, but you still need to pay attention to it.”

Huh? There’s more? Jiang Hui remained noncommittal, feeling that nothing could scare her anymore. After all, she hadn’t been overwhelmed by the previous series of events, so hearing anything now didn’t seem strange at all.

“We discovered during the examination that the main valve of your heart is somewhat narrow, which has led to heart failure. We went ahead and treated it, and now there are no issues. Since it’s not a major problem, it won’t be separately recorded in your medical file.”

Isn’t this a big problem?! Jiang Hui was dumbfounded at the news. Is this how interstellar people treat heart disease so casually?

It turns out that what could be classified as a severe heart condition on Blue Star is considered negligible here… This is really an eye-opener for her.