Is it really so anthropomorphic?
I have to say, the answer Miss Winslow came up with after half a minute of contemplation was quite surprising.
It turned out to be a direct voice telling her to drive her mother away.
But in this case, compared to merely wanting some peace and quiet, the logic does appear much smoother.
Besides, under the Clear Dream Ring, the credibility of this answer is evidently trustworthy.
At this moment, the already quiet bedroom became even quieter with Jane’s narration.
Even Jane herself, facing the doctor and her parents’ gaze, couldn’t help but lower her voice.
“How could that be? I didn’t hear any sound at all back then.”
The person most taken aback had to be Mrs. Winslow.
While she was softly talking to her daughter here, there was someone else on the bed, speaking to her daughter too.
Even with her husband right beside her, this eerie scene was still hard for her to imagine.
For a moment, she looked at her daughter cautiously, guessing other possibilities.
“Could it be that you fell asleep later… and some memories got mixed up between reality and dreams?”
The power of maternal love was so great that she could even guess this correctly.
Jane had yet to respond, but Fu Qian was already silently praising her.
“No, I’m absolutely certain I didn’t fall asleep.”
Unfortunately, Jane clearly failed to grasp her mother’s wisdom, shaking her head resolutely.
“Compared to dreaming, I’d much rather believe it was a hallucination.”
“No way…”
But Mrs. Winslow clearly couldn’t accept this explanation either. Shaking her head in a slightly dazed manner, she instinctively looked at her husband.
“Doctor, what’s going on here?”
Her feelings seemed to align with his, but Mr. Winslow evidently showed greater respect for professional expertise. He immediately directed his gaze at Fu Qian instead of making assumptions on his own.
“There’s no need to be nervous. A young person of this age will inevitably experience some fascinating fantasies.”
The professional brushed it off with a casual gesture, as usual, reassuring them that there was no problem. He then softened his tone, guiding them gently.
“Did that voice say anything else?”
“Just that one sentence.”
Jane’s emotions seemed to settle as she slightly shook her head.
“What kind of voice was it? Young or old? Male or female?”
“I don’t know…”
Jane furrowed her brows. This time, she deliberated for half a minute on her own, her face once more revealing a pained expression.
“There was no sense of vocal tone at all. It felt like it was directly imprinted in my mind, with an undeniable persuasiveness…”
“I didn’t even feel the urge to figure out who the owner of the voice might be… Of course, in that regard, I agree with my mother’s perspective—that apart from the two of us, there really wasn’t a third person here at the time.”
“Understood.”
Although Jane’s answer seemed devoid of substance, Fu Qian still listened diligently, even sparing a glance at the other two listeners.
As expected, though calm as Mr. Winslow might be, his face had gone pale this time.
It wasn’t difficult to understand—this was no longer about whether their daughter’s words were true or false.
Such detailed description, true or false alike, could only be explained as a hallucination.
If she was telling the truth, then she truly conjured up a voice at the time. If it was false, then she was currently imagining having heard a voice back then.
Either way, the explanation seemed to lean closer toward the Transcendent.
…
“It’s nothing major, probably just a result of some intense emotional agitation from a significant shock.”
Despite the despair palpable even to the patient’s family, the next moment the professional healthcare practitioner still offered an overly optimistic conclusion.
Hmm?
The Winslow family of three now looked as though they had no words to express their feelings.
Yet under their gaze, the doctor was already packing up his tools.
“Sorry, Doctor, I still find it hard to imagine what kind of shock could produce results like this.”
Unable to accept paying money to hear comforting words alone, Mr. Winslow finally couldn’t hold back.
“Well, naturally, it must have been quite a powerful shock. It may not even necessarily have anything to do with her eye condition.”
When his professional competence was questioned, Fu Qian displayed remarkable emotional stability, calmly tidying up his medical kit and incidentally concluding the session under the Clear Dream Ring.
Faced with Mr. Winslow’s lingering dissatisfaction even after waking from the dream, Fu Qian pointed at a spot behind Jane.