Plague Doctor

“Ah-jun, you can talk, it's okay, just say what you want, like you can dream. ”

Sister Liang's gentle voice came, but Gu Jun's mind was still tightening. The bloody death of the two deceased flashed in front of him.

Wife's surgery went on to cut off her clavicle with a wire saw. Zhu main knife was responsible for the saw, and he was responsible for pulling the old man's limbs. The click of the sawbone, the faint cry, gradually don't need him to press it, the old man won't move a bit...

And that little boy, his little body, he couldn't do much, but he was struggling, crying, until he died.

Death together, death together...

They lost their bloody twisted faces, their divine pupils, as if they were torturing his soul.

Aren't you a doctor? Why didn't you save us? And put us through so much pain?

“Joon, Joon?” Sister Liang's voice came again, this time with a commanding order: “If you are not feeling well, please stop imagining, breathe deeply, come back to your body feeling relaxed, leave the situation, breathe, relax...”

“No...” Gu Jun muttered reluctantly, "I do want to say something to them. ”

“Then you say it, just say it.” Sister Liang was not in a hurry to get him out of the situation, but moved on to the treatment phase: “They were there and they would hear. ”

After a moment of silence, Gu Jun finally said something: “I'm sorry, I can't save you. To put it very old-fashioned, I and Zhu have tried their best. I'm sorry for the pain... I hope you can rest in peace...”

“Yes, they will understand you.” Sister Liang's comfort, also with her authoritative and trusted words, healed his inner shadow: “Arjun, doctors are not all-powerful, we are all just ordinary people. Sometimes they do suffer to heal patients, but you just do what you have to do and don't blame yourself. ”

Although this is only a cliché, in a hypnotic state, the implicit nature of a person increases markedly, even accepting the implied instruction of a hypnotist without criticism.

Therefore, the information that Liang said will be more effectively accepted by Gu Jun, thus achieving the treatment purpose of changing cognition and eliminating anxiety.

Liang continued to indoctrinate: “It is good to have empathy, but you cannot be blinded by empathy, because you are a doctor, there will be a lot of life and death in the future, as long as you adhere to medical ethics, it is good to be hard. Take care of yourself before you can cure others. ”

Liang looked at Gu Jun's facial muscles relaxed and the treatment was effective.

She looked at the GSR data on the instrument screen and the EEG waveform movement, showing that Gu Jun was calming down. She quickly gained some judgement and added a sentence to the test report: "The subject was very concerned about the outcome of the surgery (to an extent of 8), feeling guilty about the two dead patients, sympathetic, and not seeing any evil emotions”.

Being tried to care so much about it was a very shocking situation for him.

“Sister Liang, can you understand...” Gu Junlan, “I really tried. ”

Now he feels much more comfortable in his heart. Some of the clouds pressed against his heart for the first half of the month disappear. No wonder Zixuan looked like an SPA just now...

After Gu Jun relaxed for a while, Liang made him imagine a high-impact scenario of "hand dissecting the body of his friend Cai Zixuan”.

And the result matched her expectations. Gu Jun's response was not great. He could still joke: "Zixuan's head is of such high quality that there is no hair covering. It's really clear.” If the instrument did not indicate that he was still hypnotized, Sister Liang would have thought that he was awake.

She saw the personality test results in Gu Jun's file. It's really strange! Highly intelligent people, usually imagine the situation is easy to get into, act more excited than everyone else, like Wang Ruoxiang of intelligent B +, so when calculating the S value, the influence of intellect will be balanced back.

Gu Jun A + is still stable, so his S value is high.

In Gu Jun's review report, however, there was an opinion of the reviewer: "It is unclear whether it is temporarily related to the extraordinary memories in the subconscious of the subject being inferred. ”

Sometimes this amazing gift is an anomaly in itself.

“Joon, when I was a kid, my mom used to make me eat more.” Sister Liang said, "Start the next assessment," will your mother do the same? ”

“My mother and she...” Gu Jun's breathing suddenly hurried again, "I don't really remember her. Sister Liang, you must know my birth... but I don't know anything, I'm not lying to you, what Li Sheng company, what are they studying, I really don't know. ”

“I don't have access to all of your files, and I don't know what you're talking about with Licence. ”

Sister Liang slowed down her voice without offending his psychological defense, "I know that you may have abnormal memories in your subconscious mind - like false memories that someone else has brainwashed in, or memory loss that someone else has made you forget. Can we turn it over? You can try. ”

Gu Jun was a little conflicted, but some wanted to try it. What would it be? If you can find it this way...

“Okay.” He said, "I want to know the answer, too. ”

“So here we go. You just stay relaxed and listen to me and imagine. ”

Sister Liang let Gu Jun relax for a moment before officially starting: “There is only a pitch of pitch black around you, you are in pitch black, but you see the light in front, you walk over slowly, step by step, there is a door over there, the light is reflected from behind the door, then behind is your hidden feeling has happened, but I can't remember how. You slowly walked over to that door and walked out...”

Gu Jun closed his eyes and felt that there really was some blurry light in front of him, a red door.

He walked step by step, walked out the red door, and walked into the light...

“Tell me, what do you see?” Liang asked.

Gu Jun walked in the light shadow, walked in the mist, looked around, couldn't see clearly, his breathing grew heavier, his eyebrows frowned, his eyes stirred...

“Is that where you've been?” Sister Liang made a little hint to guide him, “is that your home? ”

All memories have scenarios, because human perception occurs in specific scenarios, and when special attention is not required, unconscious memories are naturally formed in the mind. Just hook up the scene and the memories will come out. This can also be one of the reasons for both visual perception.

Gu Jun, listen, there is a feeling of acquaintance in my mind. The invisible light shadows have become some shape, scenery...

“is a room.” He muttered, "I was in a room. ”

“What's this room like? Is that your room? ”

Gu Jun looked around. This is a cozy and elegant children's room. There are many colored paintings on the wall, some skewed and skewed. It looks like a child's painting... Although he feels like he has known each other, he can't say where it is. Has he been here himself?

“A small room with lots of drawings...”

“Drawings? Who drew it? Anybody painting? ”

Listening to Sister Liang's question, Gu Junton saw some blurry shadows. He described: "There is a little boy sitting on the floor, probably just a few years old, drawing things on paper with a watercolor pen. ”

“Who's that little boy? Do you know him? ”

“Seems like it's me...” Gu Jun looked at the memory image mutterly, "It's me... my mother is here, sitting right next to me...”

He heard another sound, not Sister Liang's. It was in this memory. Mom was asking him, "Jun, how do I write the word" tree "? Will you tell Mom?” Mom gave him another piece of paper with a tree pattern on it.

“Mmm!” the little boy nodded happily, taking the drawing paper and putting it on the floor, holding a watercolor pen to the treeside of the paper and writing it with all his strength, "Written! ”

The little boy threw down his colored pen and raised his hands to the heights of the painting paper.

“Ah...” Gu Jun opened his eyes violently and made a painful cry...

It's alien, the little boy wrote "tree” is that kind of alien.

He grabbed his head so hard that ruthless memory fragments continued in front of him.

Mommy immediately took the painting paper in her hand. If Zhibao looked at it, there was a strange fanaticism in her eyes. She looked at it for a while and handed the little boy another painting paper: “What about the word? Bugs, what do you think we should do? ”

“This way!” the little boy took the paper and put it on the floor, picking up the paintbrush and painting it again.

Another alien... worm, worm, same word...

Gu Jun suddenly saw clearly, on the floor surrounding the little boy and his mother, there was a stack of painting paper, various patterns, next to the pattern were written the corresponding synonyms: dark, apple, time, abyss, germination, sun, hands, bones, stars, death, sky, earth...

That mysterious alien, he painted it when he was a kid.