"Ah Jun, you can speak. It's okay. Just say what you want to say. It's like talking in your sleep. You can."
Sister Liang's gentle voice came slowly, but Gu Jun's heart was still tense. The bloody process of the two victims' deaths flashed before his eyes.
The old lady's surgery progressed to the point where she was sawed through her collarbone. Primary Surgeon Zhu was responsible for the sawing, and he was responsible for pulling the old lady's deformed limbs. The sound of the sawing and the wailing gradually weakened. Gradually, without the need for him to pull, the old lady stopped moving …
And the little boy, his small body could not exert much strength, but he kept struggling and crying until he died.
They died together, they died together …
Their bloodless, twisted faces, and their dilated pupils seemed to be torturing his soul.
'Aren't you a doctor? Why didn't you save us? Why did you put us through so much pain? '
"Ah Jun, Ah Jun?" Sister Liang's voice came again, this time with a commanding tone. "If you are not feeling well, please stop imagining, take a deep breath, and return to the relaxed feeling of your body. Leave the situation, breathe, relax …"
"No …" Gu Jun mumbled reluctantly. "I do have something to say to them."
"Go ahead, then." Sister Liang did not rush him to leave the situation and moved on to the treatment stage. "They are there, they will hear you."
Gu Jun was silent for a while before he finally said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't save you. To put it bluntly, me, Primary Surgeon Zhu, and the rest have tried our best. We are sorry to have made you suffer for nothing … I hope you can rest in peace … "
"They will, they will understand you." Sister Liang consoled. Her words were filled with authority and trust, dispelling the shadow in his heart. "Ah Jun, doctors are not omnipotent. We are all just normal people. To cure the patients, sometimes we will make them suffer, but you are just doing what you should do. Don't blame yourself. "
Although this was just a cliché, when people were in a state of hypnosis, their suggestiveness would obviously increase, and they would even uncritically accept the suggestion of the hypnotist.
Therefore, the information that Sister Liang said would be more effective in letting Gu Jun accept it, thus achieving the treatment goal of changing cognition and eliminating anxiety.
Sister Liang continued to instill, "Having empathy is a good thing, but you can't be blinded by it. Because you are a doctor, you will face many life and death situations in the future. As long as you adhere to medical ethics and harden your heart, it's a good thing. Take care of yourself first, then you can save others. "
Sister Liang watched as Gu Jun's facial muscles relaxed. The treatment was effective.
She then looked at the GSR data and EEG waveforms on the instrument screen. They both showed that Gu Jun was calming down. She immediately came to a conclusion. In her mind, she had already added a sentence to the assessment report. "The subject is very concerned about the outcome of the surgery (degree: 8/10). He feels guilty towards the two patients who died. High empathy. No evil emotions observed …"
The subject was so concerned about this matter. For him, this was a very impactful situation.
"Sister Liang, you can understand …" Gu Jun murmured. "I really tried my best."
Now he felt much more comfortable. Some of the dark clouds that had been pressing on his heart for half a month had disappeared. No wonder Zixuan looked like he had gone to a spa just now …
After Gu Jun relaxed for a while, Sister Liang asked him to imagine a high-impact situation of "personally dissecting his good friend Cai Zixuan's body".
The results were in line with her expectations. Gu Jun did not have much of a reaction, and he could even joke. "The quality of Zixuan's skull is really high. Without hair covering it, it's really clear." If it were not for the instrument indicating that he was still in a state of hypnosis, Sister Liang would have definitely thought that he had woken up.
She finally saw the results of the personality test in Gu Jun's file. It was really strange! People with high spirituality usually fell into the situation easily and acted more agitated than others. For example, Wang Ruoxiang, who had a B + spirituality, was like that. Therefore, when calculating the S value, the influence of spirituality would be balanced back.
Gu Jun's A + could still maintain stability. In this way, his S value was very high.
However, in Gu Jun's review report, there was this comment from the reviewer. "It is inferred that there is an abnormal memory in the subject's subconscious. Whether it is related to his high spirituality is temporarily unknown."
Sometimes, this kind of amazing talent was a kind of abnormality in itself.
"Ah Jun, when I was young, my mother often told me to eat more," Sister Liang said and began the next step of the review. "Would your mother do the same?"
"My mother, she …" Gu Jun's breathing suddenly quickened. "I don't really remember her. Sister Liang, you must know my background … but I don't know anything. I'm not lying to you. What Lai Sheng Company, what they are researching, I really don't know. "
"I don't have the authority to look through your entire file. I also don't know what Lai Sheng Company is."
Sister Liang softened her voice and did not offend his psychological line of defense. "I do know that there may be abnormal memory in your subconscious — like a false memory that was brainwashed by someone, or a lost memory that someone made you forget. Can't we dig it out? We can try. "
Gu Jun was a bit conflicted, but he wanted to try. What would it be? If he could really find it like this …
"Okay," he said, "I also want to know the answer."
"Then let's start. Just stay relaxed and imagine what I'm saying."
Sister Liang allowed Gu Jun to relax for a while before she officially began, "There is only darkness around you. You are in the darkness, but you see light in front of you. You slowly walk over, one step at a time. There is a door over there, and the light shines in from behind the door. Behind that door is the memory that you can vaguely feel has happened, but you can't remember it no matter how hard you try. You walk slowly to the door and walk out … "
Gu Jun closed his eyes and really felt some hazy light in front of him. It was a red door.
He walked step by step, out of the red door, and into the light …
"Tell me, what do you see?" Sister Liang asked.
Gu Jun walked in the light and shadow, walking in the fog. He looked around, but he couldn't see clearly. His breathing gradually became heavier, his brows furrowed, and his eyes narrowed …
"Is it a place you've been to before?" Sister Liang made some hints to guide him. "Is it your home?"
All memories had a scene, because human perception happened in a specific scene. At that time, there was no need to pay special attention to it, and it would naturally form unconscious memories in the brain. As long as the scene was brought up, the memory would come out. This could also be one of the reasons for the sense of déjà vu.
As Gu Jun listened, a sense of déjà vu surged in his mind. The blurred light and shadow started to take shape and form …
"It's a room," he murmured. "I'm in a room."
"What is this room like? Is it your room? "
Gu Jun looked around. This was a children's room that was decorated warmly and elegantly. There were many colorful drawings on the wall, some of them slanted, like they were drawn by children … Although he felt a sense of déjà vu, he couldn't tell where this was. Had he been here before?
"It's a small room, there are many drawings …"
"Drawings? Who drew them? Is someone drawing? "
Hearing Sister Liang's question, Gu Jun suddenly saw some hazy light and shadow solidifying. He described, "There's a little boy sitting on the floor. He's probably only a few years old. He's drawing something on a piece of paper with a watercolor pen."
"Who is that little boy? Do you know him? "
"I think it's me …" Gu Jun mumbled as he looked at the memory. "It's me … My mother is there too, sitting next to me …"
He heard another voice. It was not Sister Liang's, but the one in this memory. It was his mother asking him, "Xiao Jun, how should we write the word 'tree'? Can you tell me? "His mother handed him another piece of paper. This one had a tree pattern on it.
"Okay!" The little boy nodded happily. He took the paper and placed it on the ground. He took the watercolor pen and scribbled on the side of the tree on the paper. "It's done!"
The little boy dropped the watercolor pen and raised the paper high with both hands. He was elated.
"Ah …" Gu Jun's eyes flew open, and he let out a scream of pain and confusion …
It was the foreign language. The word 'tree' that the boy wrote was in that foreign language.
He scratched his head hard, but the merciless memory fragments continued to play before his eyes.
The mother immediately took the piece of paper and looked at it as if she had found a treasure. There was a strange fanaticism in her eyes. She looked at it for a while, then handed the little boy another piece of paper. "What about this word? Worm, how do you think we should write it? "
"Like this!" The boy took the paper and placed it on the ground. He picked up the watercolor pen and started scribbling again.
It was the foreign language again … worm, worm, the same word …
Gu Jun suddenly saw it clearly. On the floor around the boy and his mother, there were stacks of paper. There were various patterns, and next to the patterns were the corresponding foreign words: darkness, apple, time, abyss, germination, sun, hand, bone, star, death, sky, earth …
The mysterious foreign language was something he had scribbled when he was young.
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