Zhang Heng followed Song Jia and walked into Dr. Baker's room.
Dr. Becker craned his neck to look around the room before closing the door.
Just as Song Jia said, the first floor was decorated like a clinic. There was a small reception area, an old sofa, a TV, and a curtain. The treatment room should be behind the curtain.
Such an arrangement wouldn't make sense anywhere else. Meeting with a psychiatrist was a very private matter, especially during treatment. Patients might need to pour out some of their deepest secrets, so they needed a space to feel safe without being disturbed. They couldn't just be separated from the reception area by a curtain.
But here, the number of patients on the island was very small. After the agreed date, Dr. Baker wouldn't let anyone else in. So, it didn't really affect the treatment room.
"Long time no see, Dr. Baker. You don't look too good. Are you sick?" Song Jia asked after entering the room.
"I'm fine," Dr. Baker replied hurriedly. He did not open the curtain to let Zhang Heng enter the treatment room. Instead, he turned around and walked to a wardrobe. He opened the wooden door, revealing a variety of bottles and jars on it. Apparently, he used it as a medicine cabinet.
Dr. Baker rummaged around for a while and found a white medicine bottle. Zhang Heng's eyes were sharp, and he saw the word zopiclone printed on the bottle. It was a type of sleeping pill that was commonly used on the market. Compared to the first two generations, it was safer, less tolerable, and less dependent.
Dr. Baker didn't seem to want to treat Zhang Heng at all. He wanted to give Zhang Heng some sleeping pills, but when he opened the white bottle, he couldn't help but curse under his breath. After that, he covered the bottle and put it back on the shelf.
His movements were fast, but it didn't escape Zhang Heng's eyes. "Doctor, have you been suffering from insomnia recently?"
"Well, I've been under a lot of pressure at work recently. So, I take some pills before I go to bed," Dr. Baker said casually. Dr. Baker said casually, but even Song Jia could tell that he was talking nonsense. Everyone on the island knew that Dr. Baker's clinic had not been doing well for a long time. At best, it could only be regarded as a miserable operation. There were actually very few things to do at school, so there was no pressure from work.
However, Song Jia did not expose him. She watched as Dr. Beck walked to the fridge, took out half a bottle of soft candy, and stuffed it into Zhang Heng's hand. "Melatonin. It should improve your sleep. A hundred kronor. Go home and take it for a while. Come back to me if you can't take it."
Zhang Heng looked at the bottle of melatonin in his hand, but he was not in a hurry to pay for it. "What are you going to do if I take it?"
"Don't worry about me. I will restock." Dr. Baker waved his hand, then stood still and stared at the two, as if telling them to leave.
Along the way, Song Jia, who had been telling Zhang Heng how hospitable the people on the island were, felt a little awkward, especially when she promised Zhang Heng that they might be able to have dinner at Dr. Baker's house. Yet, the latter had chased them away like flies. Song Jia even suspected that Dr. Baker had figured out their true intentions.
Zhang Heng did not move. He put the bottle of melatonin on the sofa and said again, "This time, other than asking for your help, I actually have something else to tell you."
"You are one of them?!"
It was a simple sentence, but for some reason, Dr. Baker's expression changed drastically. He took half a step back, and his already pale face looked even paler.
Zhang Heng's eyes moved slightly. He wanted to continue what Dr. Baker said, but he did not expect Song Jia to ask him a question. "What do you mean by 'one of them'?"
"Aren't we?" The terrifying light in Dr. Beck's eyes dimmed a little, but he still maintained a vigilant posture. At the same time, he urged, "Get the medicine and leave quickly. We have nothing to talk about."
Song Jia had no other choice but to look at Zhang Heng again.
To her surprise, Zhang Heng did not say anything. He just gave Dr. Baker a deep look, turned around, and walked to the door.
Just as he was about to step out of the door, Dr. Baker's voice came from behind. "Wait, you left something behind."
As he spoke, he picked up the bottle of melatonin from the sofa and tossed it to Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng caught it, took out a hundred kronor from his wallet, and placed it on the shoe rack.
Song Jia followed Zhang Heng back to the off-road vehicle in a daze. She seemed to be wondering why Dr. Baker became like this. After a while, she came back to her senses and asked Zhang Heng, "Where are we going next? Are we looking for the person in the second photo?"
"There's no hurry. Anyway, it's time for dinner. Let's go eat first. After that, we'll go to the hotel and check in." Zhang Heng was no longer in a hurry.
"Eh, aren't we going to continue the investigation?" Song Jia was a little puzzled.
On the way here, she was worried that Zhang Heng would do something bad to Dr. Baker for the sake of the investigation. Now that she had met Dr. Baker, she was even more curious about what happened to him than Zhang Heng.
But after that, Zhang Heng said, "No, thank you very much for your help. Let's call it a day. We will continue tomorrow."
After that, Zhang Heng pointed to the bar across the street. "Is there food there?"
"Well, there's beer, bread, freshly caught fish and shrimp, and seal meat," Songjia said. "But if you want to eat vegetables, you have to go to a restaurant. The vegetables on the island are basically flown in from Denmark, so the price is …"
"It doesn't matter. Let's eat there. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. It saves us the trouble of running around," Zhang Heng said.
"Okay."
Although Song Jia had a lot of questions to ask, she started the car and drove to the bar after hearing Zhang Heng's words. When they left, Song Jia seemed to see Dr. Baker standing by the window again, watching them silently.
During dinner, Song Jia opened her mouth several times, wanting to continue to ask questions that she had not asked before. However, Zhang Heng changed the topic every time. In the end, the two finished dinner in a somewhat dull atmosphere.
"Are you used to it?" Song Jia asked after the meal.
"What?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.
"The food here is very different from your country," Song Jia said. "In fact, there is a Hong Kong restaurant on the island. The fried rice there is delicious. If you are not used to it, we can go there."
"Oh, thank you. I'm already full. Let's pay the bill and go back." Zhang Heng put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped his mouth, and said.
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