Chapter 2: Making Superman Feel Fear!
The office had been silent for a long time.
However, Dr. Hannibal noticed all of Ian’s series of facial expressions.
“You have a deep guard against me… but that’s normal. After all, today is our first meeting, and it takes some time to build trust between us.”
“Let’s end it here for today. I also need some time to properly research your situation.” Dr. Hannibal spoke to the youth in his usual calm tone.
“Is my illness very strange?”
Ian couldn’t help but ask.
“No, it’s just a lot of psychological pressure, not really mental illness. Don’t feel too burdened.” Dr. Hannibal put down his notebook and pen, stood up, and straightened his clothes.
“I recommend you try writing. Drawing is also a good choice. Express the stories from your dreamscape, which will help reduce the influence of the dreamscape on you.”
“Being troubled by nightmares can be a kind of talent. It might help you become a great creator. I know many famous writers’ timeless classics come from dreams formed in the subconscious.”
Dr. Hannibal gave some highly professional suggestions at the end.
“Maybe. I’ll give it a try.” Ian raised an eyebrow. He had long had ideas about things like plagiarism, but hadn’t found the right opportunity.
“Very good. Looking forward to our next meeting.”
Dr. Hannibal smiled gently and escorted Ian to the door. Outside the door, Ian’s adoptive father and mother, Clark Kent and Lois Lane, had been waiting for a long time.
“Ian, how did it feel?” Lois had the capable demeanor unique to a strong woman, but when facing family, she wasn’t as dominant as she was in the workplace.
“Not bad?”
Ian accepted his mother’s hug and naturally looked toward his father behind her, Clark Kent. This man who bore the power of the God of Man didn’t look very robust when wearing glasses; instead, he looked very refined. If he went to the gym, he’d probably be treated like a newbie by the gym veterans.
“You two come into my office to talk.” Dr. Hannibal looked at the scene in front of him, gave the two adults a look, and pointed to the waiting area outside the office for Ian.
“It won’t take too long. Mr. Little Kent can play with small toys over there.” Dr. Hannibal’s suggestion inevitably made Ian roll his eyes inwardly—he wasn’t really a little kid. He’d lived to fourteen in this life, so how could he like playing with building blocks?
Ridiculous!
Despite thinking this in his heart, Ian still walked over. He looked back and saw Clark and Lois enter the office, then Dr. Hannibal closed the office door.
“Does Ian have some problem?” Clark watched the doctor’s door-closing action and couldn’t help but show a slightly worried expression. He had clearly realized the situation might not be simple.
“Big problem.”
Dr. Hannibal’s response made Lois’s heart rise to her throat.
“What kind of problem?”
She quickly followed up.
Dr. Hannibal walked to the desk where he kept his notebook. “First of all, many of his words prove he believes there is a real existing world in his dreams.”
“And he also feels that both his dreams and the world we live in are very dangerous…” This doctor was indeed professional, grasping the details in Ian’s words.
“Maybe it’s because our professions are both reporters, and we often write negative social news at home, which caused little Ian to have such anxiety?”
Upon hearing this, Lois couldn’t help but feel some self-blame and guilt. Clark beside her gently hugged his wife and looked at Dr. Hannibal with a slightly worried expression.
“If we try to be careful and no longer let him come into contact with that information, can his condition improve?” Clark’s voice carried the magnetism unique to a mature man.
“This is something you must do, and it will indeed help some, but it still needs to be combined with medication treatment. He is already in the stage of transitioning from persecuted delusion to schizophrenia.” Dr. Hannibal took out a prescription and quickly wrote down several medications he thought were appropriate.
He had clearly noticed the youth’s fear of him early on.
“You can think of a way to mix it into food for him to eat, to avoid him resisting or having unnecessary psychological burden.” Dr. Hannibal handed over the prescribed prescription.
“Okay, we’ll listen to the doctor.”
Lois took the prescription and carefully put it into her leather bag. She and her husband exchanged a glance, both hiding their worry, smiled, and went out to pick up Ian.
“Time to go back, little guy.”
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 began to probe for information.
“The doctor thinks you shouldn’t always be so tense with studying. Tonight, you have to do something unrelated to studying.” Lois, as a well-known reporter, had excellent acting skills.
She straightened Ian’s neckline.
“Yes, maybe you can learn car repair with me, just like your two older brothers.” Clark was also giving suggestions. He led his wife and youngest son back to the street.
Metropolis was very prosperous.
Skyscrapers everywhere, heavy traffic, but the people living here were also a bit impatient, perhaps because Metropolis was not far from the talented people and auspicious land of Gotham.
“Beep beep beep!!”
A large truck passed by and crazily honked its horn a few times.
Ian’s body instantly stiffened quite a bit.
“What’s wrong?”
Clark, who had been supporting Ian’s back, noticed Ian’s reaction.
“Nothing, just startled.” Even after fourteen years, Ian still had some stress response to large trucks, naturally because of the way he transmigrated.
People with transmigration experience all know that the cause of transmigration is always unforgettable. Ian still remembered the last sentence he heard before transmigrating: “I thought that was just a speed bump, officer. My whole family is trying hard to live. You can’t deduct points from my car. Please trust my insurance company!”
Having had such an experience.
Ian indeed had deep psychological trauma.
“Dear, you really need to find some things besides studying to do.” A trace of worry flashed in Lois’s eyes. She and Clark couldn’t quite understand some of Ian’s strange reactions.
“Yeah, the doctor gave me some suggestions.”
Ian’s answer made the couple slightly relieved.
Soon.
The three returned home.
This was a house that wasn’t particularly big but was still a standalone small courtyard villa. Because it was still school time, the two older brothers, Jonathan and Jordan, hadn’t come back yet.
“I still have a report to finish and need to go back to the newspaper agency. Can I trouble you with tonight’s dinner?” Lois, as an ace reporter, had very busy work on weekdays.
In comparison, Clark had slightly sacrificed his career for the family.
“Of course, no problem.”
Superman kissed his wife goodbye and tied on an apron for cooking. He originally planned to ask Ian what he wanted to eat tonight and if he was willing to help make tonight’s dinner.
However.
As soon as he knocked and entered Ian’s room, he saw Ian writing something.
“Didn’t you promise us you wouldn’t study so hard?” Clark frowned, his voice carrying a bit of seriousness.
“No, Dad. I’m not studying. I’m following the doctor’s suggestion and doing some literary creation.” Ian turned to look at Clark behind him.
He actively moved his body to make space in front of his desk.
“Oh?”
Curious, Clark leaned in.
He originally wanted to say a few words of praise, but when his gaze fell on Ian’s so-called “literary work,” his facial expression instantly stiffened.
《Overbearing Superman Falls in Love with Me》
What kind of ridiculous work title is this!
“Later, I plan to write Overbearing Batman Falls in Love with Me, and Overbearing Aquaman Falls in Love with Me. I feel my overbearing trilogy will definitely become a timeless classic and help me achieve financial freedom.” Ian felt he was still quite cautious, choosing a starting point that could avoid character copyright issues to some extent.
“???”
Clark’s face was full of question marks. He hadn’t told his three children about the fact that he was Superman, so he should have been happy that the child spontaneously liked Superman. However, after seeing Ian’s book title, his intuition told him this was definitely not anything proper.
“How about you try drawing instead? Comics are developing well now too.” Clark, with a strange expression and some funny face, gave a suggestion.
“Uh…”
Ian thought for a moment.
“Sure!”
The youth eagerly spread out the drawing paper.
Unfortunately.
He had only written a title for the painting, and before he could mix pigments and start drawing, Clark immediately clapped his hands and pressed down on the drawing paper spread on the table with a trembling hand.
The old father’s tone even carried some horror.
“Forget it, forget it, Ian. I think you should still choose writing to release pressure.”
It wasn’t surprising that Clark’s attitude changed repeatedly; mainly, he really didn’t want to know what 《Overbearing Superman Fucks Me》 meant. That was even more stimulating to his super heart than the previous 《Overbearing Superman Falls in Love with Me》.
