There was silence in the office for a long time.
However, Ian's series of changes in expression were all noticed by Dr. Hannibal.
"You are very wary of me... But that's normal. After all, today is the first time we've met each other. It will take some time to build trust between us."
"Let's stop here for today. I also need some time to study your condition carefully." Dr. Hannibal spoke to the boy in a calm tone.
"My condition is peculiar?" Ian couldn't help but ask.
"No, it's just psychological pressure. It's not a mental illness. Don't feel too burdened." Dr. Hannibal put down his notebook and pen, stood up and straightened his clothes.
"I recommend that you try writing. Painting is also a good choice. Expressing the story in your dream will help reduce the impact of the dream on you."
"Being troubled by nightmares is a talent. It may help you become a great creator. I know that many famous writers' classics come from dreams formed in their subconscious."
Dr. Hannibal finally gave some very professional advice.
"Maybe, I'll give it a try." Ian raised his eyebrows. He had thought about being a plagiarist for a long time, but he had never found the right opportunity.
"Very good, I look forward to our next meeting."
Dr. Hannibal sent Ian to the door with a gentle smile. Outside the door, Ian's adoptive parents, Clark Kent and Lois Lane, had been waiting for a long time.
"Ian, how do you feel?" Lois has the capable temperament of a strong woman, but when facing her family, she is not as strong as she is in the workplace.
"Good?"
Ian accepted his mother's hug and looked at his father, Clark Kent, who was standing behind his mother. This man with the power of "God on Earth" did not look very majestic when he wore glasses.
Instead, he looked very gentle. If he entered the gym, he would probably be considered as a rookie in the fitness by the veterans in the gym.
"Come into my office and talk, both of you." Dr. Hannibal looked at the scene in front of him, looking at the two adults, and pointed to the waiting area outside the office to Ian.
"It won't take too long. Mr. Kent can play with the toys over there." Dr. Hannibal's suggestion made Ian roll his eyes in his heart - he was not a real child, he had also lived to the age of fourteen in this life, how could he possibly like playing with building blocks?
It's ridiculous!
Despite thinking this in his mind, Ian still walked over. He looked back and saw Clark and Lois enter the office, and then Dr. Hannibal closed the office door.
"Is there something wrong Ian?" Clark looked at the doctor closing the door and couldn't help but revealed a slightly worried expression. He clearly realized that the situation might not be simple.
"It's a huge problem."
Dr. Hannibal's response made Lois's heart rise to her throat.
"What kind of problem?" she asked quickly.
Dr. Hannibal walked over to the table where he had his notebook. "First of all, a lot of his words prove that he believes there is a real world in his dream."
"And he also feels that both his dreams and the world we live in are very dangerous..." The doctor was indeed professional and captured the small details in Ian's words.
"Perhaps it's because we are both journalists and often write negative news at home, which is why Ian is so uneasy?"
Lois couldn't help but felt a little guilty when she heard this. Clark beside her gently hugged his wife and looked at Dr. Hannibal with a slightly worried look.
"If we try to be more careful and stop him from being exposed to that information, can his condition get better?" Clark's voice carried the unique magnetism of a mature man.
"This is what you must do, and it will indeed be of some help, but it still needs to be combined with medication. He is already in the stage of transformation from paranoia to schizophrenia." Dr. Hannibal took out a prescription and quickly wrote down several drugs that he thought were suitable.
He had obviously already noticed the boy's fear of him.
"You can think of a way to mix it in his food so that he can eat it, to avoid him having resistance to it or unnecessary psychological burden." Dr. Hannibal handed over the prescription for the medicine.
"Okay, we'll all listen to you, doctor."
Lois took the prescription and put it carefully into her purse. She and her husband looked at each other, both hiding their worries behind their smiles as they went out to pick up Ian.
Clark patted Ian's shoulder.
Ian, who was building a Gundam with building blocks, quickly stood up and patted his butt.
"What did the doctor say?" Ian tried to find out the news.
"The doctor thinks you shouldn't be so tense studying all the time. You have to do something unrelated to studying tonight." Lois's acting as a famous reporter is superb.
She straightened Ian's collar.
"Yes, maybe you could learn car repair from me, just like your two brothers." Clark was also giving advice, and he walked back to the street with his wife and young son.
Metropolis city is always bustling.
There are tall buildings and busy traffic everywhere, but the people living here are a little impatient, perhaps because Metropolis is not far from Gotham, a place with many talented people and beautiful scenery.
"Beep, beep, beep!!"
A large truck passed by and honked its horn frantically.
Ian's body suddenly stiffened.
"What's wrong?"
Clark, who had been supporting Ian's back, noticed Ian's reaction.
"Nothing, just a fright." Even though it had been fourteen years, Ian was still a little nervous about the truck. The reason was naturally because of the way he transmigrated.
Anyone who has experienced transmigration knows that the reasons leading to the transmigration are always unforgettable. Ian still remembers the last words he heard before the time travel: "I thought it was just a speed bump, officer. My whole family is trying hard to survive. You can't confiscate my car. Please trust my insurance company!"
Having had such an experience.
Ian was indeed left with a deep psychological trauma.
"Honey, you really need to find something to do besides studying." There was a hint of worry in Lois's eyes. She and Clark couldn't quite understand Ian's strange reactions.
"Yeah, the doctor gave me some advice."
Ian's answer made the couple feel a little relieved.
Soon, the three returned home.
It was a small detached house that was not very big. Because it was still school time, the two brothers, Jonathan and Jordan, have not returned yet.
"I have a report that I haven't finished yet, so I need to go back to the office. Can you prepare dinner tonight?" As a gold medal reporter, Lois is very busy with her work on weekdays.
In comparison, Clark sacrificed his career a little for his family.
"Of course."
Superman kissed his wife goodbye and tied on his cooking apron. He originally planned to ask Ian what he wanted to eat in the evening and whether he would like to cook dinner with him.
However.
As soon as he knocked on the door and entered Ian's room, he saw Ian writing something.
"Didn't you promise us that you wouldn't study so hard?" Clark frowned, his voice taking on a slightly serious tone.
"No, Dad, I'm not studying. I'm following the doctor's advice and doing some literary creation." Ian looked back at Clark behind him.
He took the initiative to move his body to make room in front of his desk.
"Oh?", the curious Clark came closer.
He originally wanted to say a few words of praise, but when his eyes fell on what Ian called "literary creation", the expression on his face suddenly became stiff.
"Domineering Superman Falls in Love with Me"
What a weird title for a work!
"Later, I plan to write about the domineering Batman falling in love with me, and the domineering Aquaman falling in love with me. I feel that my domineering trilogy will definitely become a classic of the era and help me achieve financial freedom." Ian felt that he was still very cautious and chose a start that could, to some extent, avoid character copyright disputes.
"???"
Clark's face was full of question marks. He had never told his three children that he was Superman, so he should have been happy that his children liked Superman freely. However, when he saw the title of Ian's book, his intuition told him that this was definitely not a serious work.
"Why don't you try drawing? Comics are developing well now." Clark, with a weird expression, gave a suggestion with a very complicated look.
"Well..."
Ian thought about it.
"Alright!"
The young man spread out the drawing paper eagerly.
pity.
He just wrote the title of a painting, and before he started mixing the paint or painting, Clark immediately clapped his hands and pressed down the drawing paper on the table with his trembling hands.
The old father's tone even sounded a little frightened.
"Forget it, forget about comics, Ian, I think you should choose to write a book to relieve stress."
It's no wonder that Clark's attitude changed one after another. The main reason was that he really didn't want to know what comic "Superman Fucked Me" meant. This was more stimulating to his super heart than the previous "Superman Fell in Love with Me".
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