"This girl seems to have severe PTSD," Tumor Xiang Shan said in Jeanne's brain. "If you ever find a psychologist, you should probably refer her as well."
"PTSD? What is this nonsense from the old era? Some kind of cultural phenomenon?"
"Post-traumatic stress disorder, PTSD!" Tumor Xiang Shan couldn't believe it: "Does your era really not care about this?"
"What are you talking about?" Jeanne hid herself in a corner, downloading data extracted by a Trojan from the local server.
"Some events completely surpass a person's everyday experience and fully collapse their normal capacity to deal with problems. Once such events occur, they can have a destructive impact on human psyche. Even if healed, scars remain... Tch, I feel like your generation can't quite grasp this metaphor. Let me put it another way, the mind is like clear glass. Then one day, the glass shatters, and when you glue it back together, traces are left on the glass... "
