Plague Doctor

"Ajun, you can talk, it doesn't matter. Say what you want to say, just like talking in a dream, yes."

Sister Liang's gentle voice came slowly, but Gu Jun's heart was still tense, and the **** death process of the two deceased flashed in front of his eyes.

The old woman's operation was to cut her collarbone with a wire saw. Zhu Zhu was responsible for sawing, and he was responsible for pulling the old man's deformed limb. The rattling bone sound and the faint wailing sound gradually don't need him to press, and the old man will not move at all ...

There is also the little boy, whose little body can't exert much power, but he has been struggling and crying until he dies.

Die together, die together ...

They lost their **** twisted face and lost their dilated pupils, as if torturing his soul.

Are you a doctor? Why didn't it save us? Has we suffered so much?

"Ajun, Ajun?" Sister Liang's voice came again, this time with an imperative: "If you are uncomfortable, please stop imagining, take a deep breath, return to your body's relaxed feeling, and leave the situation , Breathe, relax ... "

"No ..." Gu Jun murmured resistively, "I do have something to say to them."

"Then you say, just say." Sister Liang did not rush to let him out of the situation, and turned to the treatment stage: "They are there, they will hear."

Gu Jun remained silent for a while before finally speaking out: "I'm sorry, I can't save you. Very old saying, I, and Zhu Zhudao they have done their best. Let you suffer those sufferings in vain, very I'm sorry ... I hope you can rest in peace ... "

"Yes, they will understand you." Sister Liang comforted, and also used her authoritative and trusted words to heal the shadows of his heart: "A Jun, the doctor is not almighty, we are just ordinary people. In order to cure patients, sometimes they do suffer some pain, but you just do what you should do, don't blame yourself. "

Although these words are just old-fashioned, but in the hypnotic state, the suggestiveness will be significantly improved, and even accept the implied instructions of the hypnotist without criticism.

Therefore, the information that Sister Liang said will be more effective for Gu Jun to accept, so as to achieve the therapeutic purpose of changing cognition and eliminating anxiety.

Sister Liang continued to instill: "It is a good thing to have empathy, but you cannot be blinded by empathy, because you are a doctor, and there will be a lot of life, death and death in the future. As long as you adhere to medical ethics, a hard heart is a good thing. First Only take care of yourself to save others. "

Sister Liang watched Gu Jun's facial muscles more and more relaxed, and the treatment was effective.

Looking at the GSR data and the EEG waveform trend of the instrument screen, Gu Jun is calming down. She suddenly had some judgments and added a sentence to her test report: "The subjects were very concerned about the results of the operation (degree 8), guilty for the two dead patients, empathy was high, and no evil emotions were seen."

The subject cared about this matter so much, for him, it was a very high-impact situation.

"Sister Liang, can you understand ..." Gu Jun murmured, "I really tried my best."

Now he feels much more comfortable in his heart. Some of the dark clouds that have been on his heart for a month have disappeared. No wonder Zi Xuan just looked like he was doing a SPA ......

After Gu Jun relaxed for a while, Sister Liang let him imagine a high-impact situation of "dissecting the body of his friend Cai Zixuan personally".

The result came out in accordance with her expectations. Gu Jun ’s reaction was not large, and he could still laugh: “Zixuan ’s cranial crest is really high quality, with no hair covering, so clear.” If the instrument showed that he was still in a hypnotic state , Sister Liang must think that he has come awake.

She can see the result of the personality test in Gu Jun's file, which is really strange! People with high intellectual knowledge usually imagine that the situation is easy to get stuck in, and they are more excited than others. Like Wang Ruoxiang of Spiritual Intelligence B +, that's the case. Therefore, when calculating the S value, the influence of intellectual knowledge will be balanced back.

Gu Jun's A + is still stable. In this way, his S value is very high.

However, in Gu Jun ’s review report, there was such a comment from the reviewer: “It is temporarily unclear whether the subject ’s subconscious mind has abnormal memory, and its high spirituality is related to it.”

Sometimes, this amazing talent is an anomaly in itself.

"Ajun, when I was a child, my mother often asked me to eat more meals." Sister Liang said, and started the next evaluation. "Will your mother do the same?"

"My mother, she ..." Gu Jun's breath was suddenly anxious again, "I don't remember her very much. Sister Liang, you must know my life ... But I don't know anything, I didn't lie to you, what Lai Sheng. Company, what they are researching, I really do n’t know. "

"I don't have permission to read all of your files, and I don't know what it is."

Sister Liang slowed her voice slowly, without offending his psychological defense line. "I know that your subconscious may have abnormal memories-like false memories that others have brainwashed into, or lost memories that others let you forget. We Can you find it out? You can try it. "

Gu Jun was a little bit resistant, but some wanted to give it a try, what could it be? If you can really find out like this ...

"Okay." He said, "I also want to know the answer."

"Then it starts, you just stay relaxed and listen to my words and imagine."

Sister Liang let Gu Jun quiet and relax for a little while before officially starting: "There is only a dark surrounding, you are in the dark, but you see the light in front, you walk slowly over, step by step, that There is a door on the side, the light is reflected from behind the door, and behind that is the memory that you vaguely felt something happened, but you ca n’t remember it. You walked slowly over to the door and went out ... "

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

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

"Tell me, what do you see?" Sister Liang asked.

Gu Jun walked in the light and shadow, walked in the mist, looked around, couldn't see clearly, his breath gradually became heavy, his brows were frowned, his eyes were frozen ...

"Are you the place you've been?" Sister Liang made a hint to guide him, "Is it your home?"

All memories have scenes, because human consciousness occurs in specific scenes. At that time, no special attention is needed, and unconscious memories will naturally form in the mind. As long as the scene is evoked, the memory will come out. This may also be one of the reasons for both visual perception.

Gu Jun listened, there was a feeling of deja vu in my head, and those invisible lights and shadows had some shapes and scenes ...

"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 is a warm and elegant children ’s room. There are many colorful pictures on the wall, some crooked and slanting, like a child ’s drawing ... Although he felt familiar, he could n’t tell where he was. Have you been here?

"A small room with many pictures ..."

"Picture? Who painted it? Is anyone painting?"

After listening to sister Liang's question, Gu Jun suddenly saw some hazy light and shadow, he described: "There is a little boy sitting on the floor, maybe only a few years old, drawing something on paper with a watercolor pen ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Who is that little boy? Do you know? "

"Looks like me ..." Gu Jun murmured at the memory picture, "It's me ... my mother is also there, sitting next to me ..."

He heard another voice, not Sister Liang, it was from this memory, his mother was asking him: "Xiaojun, how should the word tree be written? Would you tell my mother?" Mom He handed him another piece of drawing paper with trees on it.

"Yeah!" The little boy nodded happily, took the drawing paper and put it on the ground, and took a watercolor pen to the trees on the paper to write with a general force, "Write it!"

The little boy dropped the colored pen and raised the drawing paper with both hands in high spirits.

"Ah ..." Gu Jun's eyes opened sharply, and a cry of pain and confusion was issued ...

Is a foreign language, and the "tree" written by the little boy is that foreign language.

He clutched his head fiercely, but the ruthless memory fragments continued before his eyes.

Mother immediately took the drawing paper in her hand and looked at it as if it were treasured. There was a strange fanaticism in her eyes. She looked at it for a while and then handed the little boy another drawing paper: "What about this word?" "Bugs, what do you think should be written?"

"This way!" The little boy took the drawing paper and put it on the ground, picked up the colored pen and scribbled it again.

Is another text ... bugs, worms, the same word ...

Gu Jun suddenly saw clearly, just on the floor around the little boy and his mother, there were piles of drawing papers, various patterns, and the corresponding foreign words were painted next to the patterns: dark , Apple, time, abyss, germination, sun, hand, bone, star, death, sky, earth ...

The mysterious foreign text was painted by him as a child.