Chapter 58: Ralts Has Grown Up

Time slipped by in a flash.

A week passed quickly, and once again Tang Yi was preparing to take Ralulu to the hospital. If all went as expected, this would be their last visit for the hypnosis treatment.

In truth, Tang Yi felt that Ralulu had been in excellent spirits lately, full of motivation—every day, the young girl immersed herself earnestly in telekinesis training.

Compared to a week ago, Ralulu’s mastery of her psychic powers had improved greatly, and the number of pots and dishes she broke each day had steadily decreased.

As of now, the amount Tang Yi had to pay for the things Ralulu had broken totaled two hundred yuan—a sum much less than he had initially anticipated.

Li Yaowen’s coin training method was also progressing smoothly. Ralulu could now use psychic power to push a coin almost exactly to whatever distance she wished. There was still some margin of error, but it was shrinking by the day.

All these signs pointed to her growing control over her psychic abilities.

In the hospital, after registering and waiting for half an hour, they entered the old man's consulting room once more. Both parties exchanged polite greetings; by now, they were fairly familiar with each other.

Before the hypnosis session began, Tang Yi took the initiative to chat with the Dream Eater, sharing Ralulu’s recent progress, since it was the Dream Eater who had first suggested the psychic training method to them.

The Dream Eater listened carefully and, somewhat surprised, said, “Ralulu has done remarkably well. I thought it would take her at least two or three weeks to reach this stage.”

Her progress was far faster than anticipated.

The old doctor, who had grown fond of these young trainers and their companion, smiled and said, “I think it’s Ralulu’s reserved nature that’s made the difference. Restraint can greatly enhance mental strength.”

Really?

Tang Yi glanced at Ralulu, who was holding her chin high with pride, and felt a pang of skepticism. In his view, monetary incentives were likely more effective than the benefits of a reserved personality.

“So, how should I teach her hypnosis next?” Tang Yi asked.

The Dream Eater spread her hands. “That’s up to you. Each young psychic is different. I’ve only pointed you in the right direction—now that you know the way, surely you don’t need me to teach you how to walk?”

Tang Yi smiled sheepishly. Indeed, the Dream Eater and the old man were doctors, after all, not professional trainers.

Soon the Dream Eater led Ralulu next door to the hypnosis chamber for treatment, while Tang Yi seized the opportunity to consult the old man.

This would likely be their last conversation. After the hypnosis treatment, there was no reason for Tang Yi to keep coming back to the hospital every week. Yet, this kindly old man had left a deep impression on him.

Tang Yi had prepared many questions in advance: how to deepen communication with a reserved girl like Ralulu, how to guide her healthy development, and so on. He asked them one by one, listening intently to each answer.

The old man answered patiently, imparting all the wisdom he’d accumulated through the years, hoping the young man could avoid unnecessary detours—just as he had tried to do with every patient over the decades. Few, however, listened as attentively as Tang Yi.

Their conversation ended only when Ralulu returned.

“I just gave Ralulu a physical checkup,” the Dream Eater said, smiling. “Congratulations—from a physiological standpoint, your Ralulu has officially grown up.”

That also meant her arrested development syndrome had been completely cured.

Though this outcome had been expected a week ago, Tang Yi finally felt he could truly relax.

He and Ralulu thanked the gentle pair of doctors warmly and sincerely. The changes in the young psychic over the past week were plain to see, and Tang Yi was more grateful than ever that he’d chosen hypnosis treatment over medication.

For a reserved girl like Ralulu, hypnosis therapy was, in fact, much more effective than drugs.

The old man waved off their repeated thanks. “No need to thank me. I was only doing what any doctor should do. Well, I’ve said all I needed to say. You may go now.”

He was ushering them out.

To him, Tang Yi and Ralulu were just some of many patients. Once a patient was cured, it was time to focus on the next.

Tang Yi understood and smiled. “All right, we won’t trouble you any longer. Goodbye—or rather, I hope we never meet again.”

Ralulu tugged urgently at Tang Yi’s sleeve, her eyes wide with reproach. How could he say such a thing? If you don’t know how to say goodbye properly, just say nothing at all!

But the old man understood Tang Yi’s meaning and chuckled, “Yes, let’s hope we never meet again.”

The Dream Eater affectionately patted Ralulu’s head as one would a younger sister and explained, “Your trainer hopes you’ll never be ill again, that you’ll always be healthy and happy. In that case, we’d have no reason to meet again—and that’s what we wish for, too.”

Realizing her mistake, Ralulu bashfully hid her eyes behind her green bangs, lapsing into silence.

At last, they left the hospital.

Looking at the still-embarrassed young girl beside him, Tang Yi sighed with mixed feelings. The day had finally come: Ralulu had grown up.

Though she looked little different from before, physiologically she was no longer a child.

“Let’s go have some cake,” Tang Yi said, not intending to go home just yet.

“Really?” The girl parted her bangs just enough to reveal a look of delighted surprise.

“Of course! Let’s go—I’ve already booked a table,” Tang Yi replied, clearly well prepared.

Ralulu shot her trainer a reproachful glance. He must have peeked at her search history again last week.

Hmph! He’d even left a “read” mark, as if to ensure she’d notice.

Leaving a record of “wanting cake” in her searches last week had been deliberate on Ralulu’s part, but now she couldn’t even recall what mood had prompted her to do it. Was it a goal she set for herself, or a hint she’d meant someone in particular to see?

She was confused, but she knew that for the past week, she’d waited every day with a sense of anticipation—though for what exactly, she couldn’t say.

Was it the cake she looked forward to? Or the hope that someone would buy it for her?

That rascal had clearly seen her search record, yet played dumb all week, pretending to know nothing. It was infuriating!

And yet, at this very moment, Ralulu felt all her worries melt away. Despite everything, Tang Yi truly cared for her, and that inexplicably filled her with joy.