Vol 3 Chapter 8: Deep causes of headaches

"Sit, sit down, don't be restrained."
"Just like in class..."
"You know, I always don't like red tape."
Old Yao sat behind the large mahogany desk, sorting out the information at hand, raised his eyelids, and nodded his chin at the frustrated young wizard: "The report from the school hospital is a bit interesting. I guess we will have to study it for a while... Say."
A soft leather chair finally couldn't bear the irritation of being ignored, and rushed over from behind, bumping into Zheng Qing's leg.
The young public servant's knees softened, and he sat down.
"Ha... don't mind, the furniture in this room has always been naughty." Old Yao took out a pair of small round glasses with a gold wire frame from the drawer, put it on the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile.
Zheng Qing firmly grasped the armrest of the soft leather chair and tugged at the corner of his mouth with difficulty.
Naughty peat!
Is there any bear furniture?
Too much to clean up!
In the 403 dormitory, this kind of chair is used to chop wood!
While spitting out in the bottom of his heart, he put a harmless expression on his face: "What did the school hospital report say?"
Old Yao did not speak.
The corners of his mouth slid down hard, showing a serious expression.
The few pages of thin information were turned over and over, and it seemed that there was some interesting mystery hidden in it.
The sky outside the window was dark.
Before the moon rose, the stars were hidden in the afterglow of the sky.
A blue elf flew up to the ceiling silently, groping in the dark.
After a while, fist-sized of light lit up successively, embellishing several complicated runes. The orange light filled the space in an instant, and the air in the office seemed to warm up.
"From the results of the examination, your head does not have a very obvious curse shadow." Old Yao patted the thin medical report, raised his eyelids, looked at the young public student, and comforted: "This That’s good news."
"But..." Zheng Qing said silently in his heart.
"But," Professor Yao's speech rate slowed down a lot, and his voice became more gentle: "The report shows that there is a very active mind force field in your head... which is more troublesome."
Nianzi... force field?
Zheng Qing chewed on this unfamiliar word, showing a dazed expression.
For a novice who has just been exposed to the wizarding world for less than half a year, he does not expect to be able to understand the terminology in professional reports.
Therefore, he just looked at the opposite professor with a very honest and confused look.
Professor Yao was clearly prepared for his reaction, and he explained it patiently without waiting for him to ask questions:
"Any curse imposed on a living body will produce corresponding, different shapes, and thick shadows in the life field... In healing, this kind of shadow is called a curse shadow. For example, the last time you were The nightmare curse that my office pulled out will show a shadow like a water lily in the field of life. We can judge the severity of the development of the nightmare based on the blooming form of the water lily."
"The shadow of the curse is a basic method for judging the existence of a curse. It can be used to screen out almost all existing cases in the wizarding world."
"This screening method involves a lot of professional knowledge. You only need to know that through this screening, we can judge that your headache is not caused by a curse."
This explanation really relieved Zheng Qing.
For him, curse, a term that sounds very powerful, could not be contaminated, that would be better.
However, the next words of the professor made his heart sink.
"Although the curses are complex in form, we can defeat them with rich experience...The Nianzi force field is different."
"Nianzi Force Field..."
Lao Yao frowned, muttering the word, took off the pair of gold-framed glasses, rubbed the root of his nose, and then put the glasses frame up again, after careful consideration, he said slowly:
"Nianzi force field involves advanced magic knowledge, logically speaking, I shouldn't disclose it to you now."
"But...for some special reasons."
He paused, glanced at Zheng Qing, changed his tone, and said vaguely: "I can give you a brief explanation."
The young public-sponsored student blinked, and before he had time to ponder the slightly profound words of the professor, he was attracted by the explanation behind him.
"Nianzi force field, you can understand it as a form of the release of mental power."
"According to the Davidson-Thompson theory, the external manifestation of mental power has three attributes: it is not only a high-frequency wave, but also a kind of thought particle, and it also possesses imaginary interference."
"Nianzi force field is a concrete manifestation of the particle nature of mental power."
"The active mind field means active mental power."
"You mentioned before that when you had a headache before, it would be accompanied by dreams... or what you call a nightmare, right."
Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly and swallowed quietly.
He cast aside his gaze with a guilty conscience and looked down at the pile of reports on the desk, lest he might be discovered by the professor that he hardly understood the specific meaning of the above explanation.
"That's right!" The professor made a clear expression, and his tone became more and more certain: "Your headache is caused by the uneven movement of the force field of thoughts."
"The expansion of the force field will result in extreme excitement or violent fluctuations in mental power."
"The contraction of the force field will cause malaise, lethargy, and emotional sensitivity."
"According to Davidberg's principle of restraint, the force field of mind is always moving between expansion and contraction. In a healthy mental state, this movement will show a certain regularity, so that the wizards' emotions are always kept in a healthy cycle. "
"And your mind force field shows a certain chaos."
"Irregular expansion and contraction will keep your spirit under a kind of extreme pressure... It shows up, it is nightmares, headaches, etc."
"Then adjust this...Nianzi force field, can you suppress the headache?" Zheng Qing couldn't help interrupting the professor's talk and hurriedly asked.
"Stop it?" Old Yao looked surprised: "Why stop it?"
"Because of the headache!" Zheng Qing felt a little inexplicable: "Isn't this the purpose of my medical treatment?"
"Who would interfere with the movement of Nianzi's force field because of a headache!" Professor Yao seemed to be exasperated. He pointed his finger at Zheng Qing for a long time and then smiled: "Will you not eat because of the possibility of choking to death? ?"
What the logic! Zheng Qing roared in his heart.
"...But I can't eat because of the headache." He glanced at the professor cautiously, and muttered hummingly.
"Young people nowadays, lack of discipline." The professor shook his head with an indisputable expression: "Normal people's thought field will show periodic and regular fluctuations... from another angle, irregular , Non-periodic fluctuations mean that the force field of thoughts is very special...Even among wizards, this special force field of thoughts is very rare."
"This means that you are very likely to have a special talent."
As he said, he fetched the black pipe from his pocket, bit it in his mouth again, lifted his eyelids, and showed a searching gaze from above the lens.
"Is a headache and nightmare also a kind of talent?" Zheng Qing felt a little bit dumbfounded: "Can I apply to remove this talent..."
"Headache is not a talent, it is a side effect." Lao Yao didn't seem to understand Zheng Qing's cold joke, but replied in a serious manner: "As for the nightmare, it may be a talent or a side effect... These need to be verified in detail."
"Verification?" Zheng Qing finally picked up some energy: "How to verify? Should I go to the school hospital's clean room?"
"No, no," the professor waved his hand and said calmly: "It's just a small experiment, it can be done in my office."
As he said, he turned out a small black medicine bottle from the drawer and poured out a white round pill from it.
"Eat it." As he said, he snapped his fingers.
A Smurf was holding a goblet and lightly fell in front of Zheng Qing.
The cup was filled with transparent liquid, and by the light above the head, the cyan halo was faintly visible.
"What is this? Is the potential stimulating pill?" Zheng Qing held the medicine in his mouth, raised the cup, took a big sip, and then immediately shouted with his tongue out: "So sour!"
"What mess..." The professor showed a helpless expression on his face: "It's just a sleeping pill...Catch your medium ~ EbookFREE.me~ Repeat this spell before going to bed."
Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly, and took out the medium of his divination lesson from his pocket.
A copper coin.
Then he looked at the paper that the professor handed over and tried to repeat the spell several times.
"Are all the wizard's sleeping pills sour?" Before going to bed, he finally couldn't help but raised his head and muttered: "I want to drink water... the medicine just was too sour."
The professor sighed deeply.
"The wizard's sleeping pills are not sour." He looked at the public health student in front of him with an idiot look, his tone was full of helplessness: "You just drank lemonade!"
Zheng Qing burped immediately.
Then he closed his mouth, squinted his eyes, and chanted the spell again.
Immediately fell asleep soundly. 1.