Chapter 142: Therapy for Sexual Deviation
Upon seeing the newcomer, the “Integrity First” live broadcast room exploded again:
[Holy shit? Why did the doctor come out so quickly this time? Isn’t he supposed to wait until the medical examination tomorrow before appearing?]
[And why did he come up and look for the anchor right away? Although he did make a few moves in the instance… It doesn’t seem like it has reached the point where this guy would notice him, right?]
[Oh no, it’s over. I really feel like the anchor is in trouble this time…]
[??? Why do you say that?]
[Haven’t you seen the ‘Ping An Asylum’ instance before? You don’t know, this Dr. Reese is really super scary. Meeting him right after entering the instance basically means death, let alone being directly targeted…]
[That’s right. Dear Lord, I can’t watch this!]
The task bar was refreshed.
【Elementary Task Released: Go to the Treatment Room of ???】
【Intermediate Task Released: Leave the Treatment Room Alive 】
【Advanced Task Released: Discover the true name of ???】
The young man’s cheeks were soft and warm, carelessly caressed by rough fabric, revealing a moist blush.
Dr. Reese’s fingers gently hung down, resting on the white cloth covering the young man’s neck, slowly feeling around, finding that tear, and then—
“Rip!”
The piercing sound of fabric tearing echoed in the vast hydrotherapy room, sending an instinctive shiver down one’s spine.
The man’s eyes were lowered, his unreadable stare falling into the scalding water.
Most of the young man’s body was submerged in the water, with the hospital gown neatly worn.
“Tsk.”
Dr. Reese elegantly shook his head and said to the attendants, “Too unprofessional. How can you not remove the patient’s clothes during hydrotherapy? And…”
He leisurely removed his gloves, reached into the steaming hot water, and took off the loose belt hanging on Wen Jianyan’s wrist, pulling it out and tossing it aside.
“Your security work is really lax.”
Dr. Reese’s tone was very gentle.
He reprimanded the attendants for negligence, but his snake-like, ice-cold green eyes remained fixed on Wen Jianyan:
“This can easily lead to the patient hurting themselves.”
“…”
Wen Jianyan’s back was tightly pressed against the edge of the bathtub, and his body instinctively tensed up.
Everyone else’s white cloth was knotted, but only his white cloth had been cut from the inside.
The other party had found the tear and had torn it open, which could prove that this person had already seen through his escape intentions. These words were not a condemnation of the attendants’ work mistakes but rather a form of intimidation.
Dr. Reese withdrew his fingers, wiped his moist fingers with the white cloth, and his sharp, thin lips still carried a smile as he calmly commanded:
“Stand up.”
The splashing sound of water rang out, and the young man obediently stood up from the bathtub.
His completely soaked clothes clung tightly to his body, outlining his slender and toned physique and his supple, well-defined waistline. Under the thin fabric, one could faintly see the hot and slightly red skin from the scalding water.
In comparison to Western individuals, his body appeared exceptionally delicate, radiating a hint of fragility in the dissipating steam.
“Take it out.”
Dr. Reese spread out his palm and politely said, “Please.”
Wen Jianyan: “…”
He gritted his teeth and placed the metallic key into the man’s warm palm.
“Very good,” Dr. Reese smiled at the corner of his lips and said gently, “Good boy.”
In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room:
[…Damn.]
[Ahhh, it’s actually a pervert with high-intelligence; help!!!]
[He’s really not easy to deal with; way too difficult!!!]
The rest of the people sat in the bathtub, staring blankly as the thoroughly soaked Wen Jianyan was escorted away by seven or eight attendants. He didn’t say a word to them throughout the process, not even casting a glance in their direction, as if they didn’t exist in the hydrotherapy room at all.
They all looked at each other, their faces filled with astonishment.
That’s it?
Just like this…?
***
【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for completing the task: Go to the treatment room of ???
Reward Points: 200】
Inside the treatment room.
The bright and cold white light illuminated the large metal room below.
In the center of the room was an adjustable-height hospital bed, surrounded by various bizarre devices. Steel trays were filled with sharp surgical instruments, giving off a daunting vibe.
The young man lay flat on the cold table, his wrists and ankles tightly bound with straps.
Wen Jianyan’s hair was still damp, with water droplets dripping down. The once-scalding hospital gown had cooled down, clinging tightly to his skin, bringing a chilling sensation that made him shiver involuntarily.
With a light “snap,” Dr. Reese put on rubber gloves and slowly approached.
His lips still carried a warm and gentle smile, as if he were a caring doctor genuinely concerned about the patient. “Feeling cold? I’m sorry; it should get better soon.”
From a nearby metal tray, the man picked up surgical scissors. Accompanied by the sound of gentle snips, the damp fabric was slowly cut open. The sharp tips didn’t harm the young man’s skin in the slightest. The cold metal slid along his skin, causing an instinctive shiver.
“In the academic world, there are many unconventional therapies, many of which have been widely proven to be effective.”
As he continued to cut, Dr. Reese gently explained, “Of course, some are direct and simple, while others require a long time and treatment.”
The young man’s fair skin was exposed under the glaring light, with a thin layer of attractive muscles undulating with an unsteady breathing rhythm, forming graceful lines.
Behind his glasses, those ice-cold green eyes roamed over the young man’s body, resembling some kind of serpent.
“If you want faster results, we can choose frontal lobe resection surgery or orchiectomy.” Dr. Reese raised his eyes and met Wen Jianyan’s amber-colored gaze, smiling faintly.
“Don’t worry, I’ve performed many surgeries like this, and you won’t feel any discomfort or pain.”
Wen Jianyan: “…”
He gritted his teeth and smiled, “May I ask, what are the non-direct methods?”
Dr. Reese removed the broken pieces of cloth from the other person’s body, and his fingertips, wearing rubber gloves, lightly touched the other person’s skin.
“Of course, if you’re willing, we can use ethinyl estradiol for hormonal therapy.”
Wen Jianyan’s eyebrows twitched, and there was a hint of gritted teeth in his voice, “Chemical castration?”
Dr. Reese raised an eyebrow in surprise:
“As a patient with intellectual disabilities, your knowledge is impressively broad, which surprises me.”
Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and smiled maliciously:
“You flatter me.”
“Since you’re not willing to try these methods, we’ll have to resort to some more traditional therapies.”
The man with green eyes smiled and took a few electrodes with wires from the side. After a simple disinfection, he placed them on Wen Jianyan’s temples and chest.
Wen Jianyan felt his temples throbbing.
“…Electroconvulsive therapy.”
“That’s right,” Dr. Reese nodded approvingly. “However, I prefer to call it aversion therapy.”
“Next, I will show you a series of images and videos, and the electrodes on your chest will tell us if you have a physiological response.”
He pointed to the power switch nearby with his fingertip, and a faint smile curled up at the corner of his pale lips, revealing some white teeth.
“If there is a response, I will turn it on.”
“Don’t worry, it won’t be fatal, just a little painful.”
In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room:
[…]
[…]
[…I’m starting to understand why everyone says this guy is terrifying.]
[The ‘Ping An Asylum’ instance is insane… I’m so scared, waaah!]
[Ahhhh, this perverted doctor is really, really perverted! Help! This is not your ordinary level of perversion! Stay away from my wife!]
[Dang, I’m really starting to get scared too. No, no, no… is he really going to get electrocuted?]
The old-style projector started to roll.
One by one, black and white images appeared on the wall not far away, some individual, some multiple, but all were men.
There were moving images and stills.
Wen Jianyan stared at those images expressionlessly, and the flickering light passed over his face.
One, two, three, four…
Dr. Reese stood by the hospital bed, using his eyes hidden behind the glasses to scrutinize the young man as if he were dissecting him inch by inch with his gaze.
As time passed, the machine used to monitor heart rhythms remained completely still.
He raised his hand and stopped the machine.
“Strange,” Dr. Reese said thoughtfully, squinting his eyes. “None of them triggered any response?”
Wen Jianyan turned his head and gave him a slight smile, a provocative expression deep in his amber eyes.
“No choice; the quality of the images you chose is just too poor.”
He glanced up and down at the other person, his lips curling up, and the end of his sentence carried a teasing tone.
“But, Doctor, you yourself seem to fit my aesthetic quite well. How about you personally give it a try?”
“Me?”
Dr. Reese looked surprised for a moment, then smiled and said, “Well, it’s not impossible.”
In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room:
[?]
[???]
[Wait, what’s going on??]
He gently placed his hand on the young man’s slender thigh, not massaging but just lightly resting it there. However, Wen Jianyan suddenly felt a chill down his spine and instinctively felt his scalp tingling—
The sensation was as if a snake had touched him.
Cold, ruthless, greedy, and hungry.
“However, before that, there’s one last image I’d like to try.”
The man’s tone was slightly drawn out.
Dr. Reese maintained this posture, raised his hand, and pressed a button on the nearby table.
The table on which Wen Jianyan lay slowly rose, and he saw that the steel door on the opposite wall was making a clicking sound as it opened, slowly revealing a figure.
A tall, robust, beast-like body appeared within his line of sight.
“!!!”
Wen Jianyan’s pupils contracted.
…Edward?!
There were still traces of blood on his golden, tousled hair, and a pair of pale blue eyes hid beneath light-colored eyelashes. His chest rose and fell evenly, and the wounds left by the axe blade on his sturdy abdominal muscles had completely disappeared, leaving only faint pink scars.
He looked like a caged beast, growling low, struggling, and pounding the glass wall in front of him with his powerful fists. His eyes were filled with anger and frenzy.
The moment he saw Wen Jianyan, he slightly paused, his movements involuntarily coming to a halt.
His golden hair flowed down, as if guiding the visual direction.
“Do you like this dog?”
Dr. Reese smiled, his snake-like green eyes fixed on the young man in front of him. He lightly stroked the young man’s chin with his fingertip, as if scratching a cat’s chin.
He leaned in closer, and with his cold lips, he touched Wen Jianyan’s earlobe.
“—Based on your declaration before entering the confinement room, he should be quite to your liking, right?”
Chapter 142: Therapy for Sexual Deviation
Upon seeing the newcomer, the “Integrity First” live broadcast room exploded again:
[Holy shit? Why did the doctor come out so quickly this time? Isn’t he supposed to wait until the medical examination tomorrow before appearing?]
[And why did he come up and look for the anchor right away? Although he did make a few moves in the instance… It doesn’t seem like it has reached the point where this guy would notice him, right?]
[Oh no, it’s over. I really feel like the anchor is in trouble this time…]
[??? Why do you say that?]
[Haven’t you seen the ‘Ping An Asylum’ instance before? You don’t know, this Dr. Reese is really super scary. Meeting him right after entering the instance basically means death, let alone being directly targeted…]
[That’s right. Dear Lord, I can’t watch this!]
The task bar was refreshed.
【Elementary Task Released: Go to the Treatment Room of ???】
【Intermediate Task Released: Leave the Treatment Room Alive 】
【Advanced Task Released: Discover the true name of ???】
The young man’s cheeks were soft and warm, carelessly caressed by rough fabric, revealing a moist blush.
Dr. Reese’s fingers gently hung down, resting on the white cloth covering the young man’s neck, slowly feeling around, finding that tear, and then—
“Rip!”
The piercing sound of fabric tearing echoed in the vast hydrotherapy room, sending an instinctive shiver down one’s spine.
The man’s eyes were lowered, his unreadable stare falling into the scalding water.
Most of the young man’s body was submerged in the water, with the hospital gown neatly worn.
“Tsk.”
Dr. Reese elegantly shook his head and said to the attendants, “Too unprofessional. How can you not remove the patient’s clothes during hydrotherapy? And…”
He leisurely removed his gloves, reached into the steaming hot water, and took off the loose belt hanging on Wen Jianyan’s wrist, pulling it out and tossing it aside.
“Your security work is really lax.”
Dr. Reese’s tone was very gentle.
He reprimanded the attendants for negligence, but his snake-like, ice-cold green eyes remained fixed on Wen Jianyan:
“This can easily lead to the patient hurting themselves.”
“…”
Wen Jianyan’s back was tightly pressed against the edge of the bathtub, and his body instinctively tensed up.
Everyone else’s white cloth was knotted, but only his white cloth had been cut from the inside.
The other party had found the tear and had torn it open, which could prove that this person had already seen through his escape intentions. These words were not a condemnation of the attendants’ work mistakes but rather a form of intimidation.
Dr. Reese withdrew his fingers, wiped his moist fingers with the white cloth, and his sharp, thin lips still carried a smile as he calmly commanded:
“Stand up.”
The splashing sound of water rang out, and the young man obediently stood up from the bathtub.
His completely soaked clothes clung tightly to his body, outlining his slender and toned physique and his supple, well-defined waistline. Under the thin fabric, one could faintly see the hot and slightly red skin from the scalding water.
In comparison to Western individuals, his body appeared exceptionally delicate, radiating a hint of fragility in the dissipating steam.
“Take it out.”
Dr. Reese spread out his palm and politely said, “Please.”
Wen Jianyan: “…”
He gritted his teeth and placed the metallic key into the man’s warm palm.
“Very good,” Dr. Reese smiled at the corner of his lips and said gently, “Good boy.”
In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room:
[…Damn.]
[Ahhh, it’s actually a pervert with high-intelligence; help!!!]
[He’s really not easy to deal with; way too difficult!!!]
The rest of the people sat in the bathtub, staring blankly as the thoroughly soaked Wen Jianyan was escorted away by seven or eight attendants. He didn’t say a word to them throughout the process, not even casting a glance in their direction, as if they didn’t exist in the hydrotherapy room at all.
They all looked at each other, their faces filled with astonishment.
That’s it?
Just like this…?
***
【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for completing the task: Go to the treatment room of ???
Reward Points: 200】
Inside the treatment room.
The bright and cold white light illuminated the large metal room below.
In the center of the room was an adjustable-height hospital bed, surrounded by various bizarre devices. Steel trays were filled with sharp surgical instruments, giving off a daunting vibe.
The young man lay flat on the cold table, his wrists and ankles tightly bound with straps.
Wen Jianyan’s hair was still damp, with water droplets dripping down. The once-scalding hospital gown had cooled down, clinging tightly to his skin, bringing a chilling sensation that made him shiver involuntarily.
With a light “snap,” Dr. Reese put on rubber gloves and slowly approached.
His lips still carried a warm and gentle smile, as if he were a caring doctor genuinely concerned about the patient. “Feeling cold? I’m sorry; it should get better soon.”
From a nearby metal tray, the man picked up surgical scissors. Accompanied by the sound of gentle snips, the damp fabric was slowly cut open. The sharp tips didn’t harm the young man’s skin in the slightest. The cold metal slid along his skin, causing an instinctive shiver.
“In the academic world, there are many unconventional therapies, many of which have been widely proven to be effective.”
As he continued to cut, Dr. Reese gently explained, “Of course, some are direct and simple, while others require a long time and treatment.”
The young man’s fair skin was exposed under the glaring light, with a thin layer of attractive muscles undulating with an unsteady breathing rhythm, forming graceful lines.
Behind his glasses, those ice-cold green eyes roamed over the young man’s body, resembling some kind of serpent.
“If you want faster results, we can choose frontal lobe resection surgery or orchiectomy.” Dr. Reese raised his eyes and met Wen Jianyan’s amber-colored gaze, smiling faintly.
“Don’t worry, I’ve performed many surgeries like this, and you won’t feel any discomfort or pain.”
Wen Jianyan: “…”
He gritted his teeth and smiled, “May I ask, what are the non-direct methods?”
Dr. Reese removed the broken pieces of cloth from the other person’s body, and his fingertips, wearing rubber gloves, lightly touched the other person’s skin.
“Of course, if you’re willing, we can use ethinyl estradiol for hormonal therapy.”
Wen Jianyan’s eyebrows twitched, and there was a hint of gritted teeth in his voice, “Chemical castration?”
Dr. Reese raised an eyebrow in surprise:
“As a patient with intellectual disabilities, your knowledge is impressively broad, which surprises me.”
Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and smiled maliciously:
“You flatter me.”
“Since you’re not willing to try these methods, we’ll have to resort to some more traditional therapies.”
The man with green eyes smiled and took a few electrodes with wires from the side. After a simple disinfection, he placed them on Wen Jianyan’s temples and chest.
Wen Jianyan felt his temples throbbing.
“…Electroconvulsive therapy.”
“That’s right,” Dr. Reese nodded approvingly. “However, I prefer to call it aversion therapy.”
“Next, I will show you a series of images and videos, and the electrodes on your chest will tell us if you have a physiological response.”
He pointed to the power switch nearby with his fingertip, and a faint smile curled up at the corner of his pale lips, revealing some white teeth.
“If there is a response, I will turn it on.”
“Don’t worry, it won’t be fatal, just a little painful.”
In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room:
[…]
[…]
[…I’m starting to understand why everyone says this guy is terrifying.]
[The ‘Ping An Asylum’ instance is insane… I’m so scared, waaah!]
[Ahhhh, this perverted doctor is really, really perverted! Help! This is not your ordinary level of perversion! Stay away from my wife!]
[Dang, I’m really starting to get scared too. No, no, no… is he really going to get electrocuted?]
The old-style projector started to roll.
One by one, black and white images appeared on the wall not far away, some individual, some multiple, but all were men.
There were moving images and stills.
Wen Jianyan stared at those images expressionlessly, and the flickering light passed over his face.
One, two, three, four…
Dr. Reese stood by the hospital bed, using his eyes hidden behind the glasses to scrutinize the young man as if he were dissecting him inch by inch with his gaze.
As time passed, the machine used to monitor heart rhythms remained completely still.
He raised his hand and stopped the machine.
“Strange,” Dr. Reese said thoughtfully, squinting his eyes. “None of them triggered any response?”
Wen Jianyan turned his head and gave him a slight smile, a provocative expression deep in his amber eyes.
“No choice; the quality of the images you chose is just too poor.”
He glanced up and down at the other person, his lips curling up, and the end of his sentence carried a teasing tone.
“But, Doctor, you yourself seem to fit my aesthetic quite well. How about you personally give it a try?”
“Me?”
Dr. Reese looked surprised for a moment, then smiled and said, “Well, it’s not impossible.”
In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room:
[?]
[???]
[Wait, what’s going on??]
He gently placed his hand on the young man’s slender thigh, not massaging but just lightly resting it there. However, Wen Jianyan suddenly felt a chill down his spine and instinctively felt his scalp tingling—
The sensation was as if a snake had touched him.
Cold, ruthless, greedy, and hungry.
“However, before that, there’s one last image I’d like to try.”
The man’s tone was slightly drawn out.
Dr. Reese maintained this posture, raised his hand, and pressed a button on the nearby table.
The table on which Wen Jianyan lay slowly rose, and he saw that the steel door on the opposite wall was making a clicking sound as it opened, slowly revealing a figure.
A tall, robust, beast-like body appeared within his line of sight.
“!!!”
Wen Jianyan’s pupils contracted.
…Edward?!
There were still traces of blood on his golden, tousled hair, and a pair of pale blue eyes hid beneath light-colored eyelashes. His chest rose and fell evenly, and the wounds left by the axe blade on his sturdy abdominal muscles had completely disappeared, leaving only faint pink scars.
He looked like a caged beast, growling low, struggling, and pounding the glass wall in front of him with his powerful fists. His eyes were filled with anger and frenzy.
The moment he saw Wen Jianyan, he slightly paused, his movements involuntarily coming to a halt.
His golden hair flowed down, as if guiding the visual direction.
“Do you like this dog?”
Dr. Reese smiled, his snake-like green eyes fixed on the young man in front of him. He lightly stroked the young man’s chin with his fingertip, as if scratching a cat’s chin.
He leaned in closer, and with his cold lips, he touched Wen Jianyan’s earlobe.
“—Based on your declaration before entering the confinement room, he should be quite to your liking, right?”
