"Ajun, you can talk, it's okay. Tell what you want to say, just like talking in a sleep, yes."

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

The old lady's surgery was about to cut off her clavicle with a wire saw. Zhu Zhushu was responsible for the saw, and he was responsible for pulling the old man's deformed limbs. The sound of sawing the bones was gradually weak. Gradually, he didn't need to press it, and the old man didn't move at all...

There was also the little boy whose childish body could not use much strength, but he was struggling and crying until he died.

Die together, die together...

They lost their blood-colored twisted faces, and their large pupils that lost their spirits, as if they were torturing his soul.

Aren’t you a doctor? Why didn’t we save us? We still suffered such great pain?

"Ajun, Ajun?" Sister Liang's voice came again, this time with a commanding nature: "If you are uncomfortable, please stop imagining, breathe deeply, return to the relaxed feeling of your body, leave the situation, breathe, relax..."

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

"Then you say, just say it." Sister Liang was not in a hurry to let him get out of the situation and moved to the treatment stage: "They are there and will hear it."

Gu Jun was still silent for a while before finally speaking: "I'm sorry, I can't save you. I said in a very old-fashioned way, I and Zhu Dao have tried their best. I'm sorry for you to suffer in vain... I hope you can rest in peace..."

"Yes, they will understand you." Sister Liang comforted, and used her words full of authority and trust to dispel the shadows in his heart: "Ajun, doctors are not omnipotent, we are all just ordinary people. In order to cure patients, sometimes they will indeed let them suffer some pain, but you just do what you should do, don't blame yourself."

Although these words are just clichés, the suggestiveness of a person will significantly increase in his hypnotic state, and he may even accept the suggestive instructions of the hypnotist without criticism.

Therefore, the information that Sister Liang said will be more effective for Gu Jun to accept, thus achieving the purpose of treating changes in 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 you will face life and death more in the future. As long as you stick to medical ethics and be a little harder, it is a good thing. Take good care of yourself first to save others."

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

She looked at the GSR data and EEG waveform trend of the instrument screen again, and both showed that Gu Jun was calming down. She immediately made some judgment and added a sentence to the previous calibration report in her mind: "The subject cared about the surgical result very much (at a degree of 8). He felt guilty towards the two dead patients, had high empathy, and had no evil emotions."

For him, the subject cared about this matter so much, this was actually a very high impact situation.

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

Now he felt much more comfortable. The dark clouds that had been pressing on his heart for the first half of the month disappeared. No wonder Zixuan looked like he had done a spa just now...

After Gu Jun relaxed for a while, Sister Liang made him imagine a high impact situation of "dissecting the body of his friend Cai Zixuan with his own hands."

The result was in line with her expectations. Gu Jun didn't react much and could even joke: "Zixuan's skull top is so high, it's so clear." If the instrument hadn't indicated that he was still in a hypnotic state, Sister Liang would have thought he had woken up.

She saw the personality test results in Gu Jun’s file, which is really strange! People with high spirituality usually get easily trapped in the imagination situation and act more excited than others, like Wang Ruoxiang of spirituality B+, so when calculating the S value, the influence of spirituality will be balanced back.

But Gu Jun A+ can still remain stable. By this calculation, his S value is very high.

However, Gu Jun's review report has a comment: "It is not clear whether the subject's subconscious has abnormal memories, and whether his high spirituality is related to it is not yet clear."

Sometimes, this amazing talent is an abnormality itself.

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

"My mother..." Gu Jun's breathing suddenly became anxious again, "I don't remember her very much. Sister Liang, you must know my life experience... But I don't know anything. I didn't lie to you. What are they studying in Laisheng Company? I really don't know."

"I don't have the authority to read all your files. I don't know what Laisheng Company you mentioned."

Sister Liang slowed down her words and did not offend his psychological defense. "I know that there may be abnormal memories in your subconscious mind - such as false memories brainwashed into others, or memory loss that others forget. Can we find them out? You can try it."

Gu Jun was a little resistant, but he also wanted to give it a try. What would it be? If I could really find it out like this...

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

"Then it starts, just keep relaxing and just listen to my words and imagine."

Sister Liang asked Gu Jun to relax quietly for a while before officially starting: "There is only a piece of darkness around you, and you are in the darkness, but you see a light in front of you, and you walk slowly over, step by step, there is a door over there, and the light shines in from behind, and behind you are a memory that you vaguely feel that happened, but you can't remember. You walk slowly over, walk towards the door, and go out..."

Gu Jun closed his eyes and felt that there was really some hazy light and a red door ahead.

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

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

Gu Jun walked in the light and shadow, in the fog, looking around, unable to see clearly, his breathing gradually became heavier, his brows frowned, his eyes were moving...

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

All memories have scenes, because human perception occurs in specific scenes. If you don’t need to pay special attention at that time, unconscious memories will naturally form in your mind. As long as the scene is evoked, the memories will come out. This may also be one of the reasons for the sense of déjà vu.

As Gu Jun listened, a feeling of familiarity surged in his mind. The lights and shadows that could not be seen clearly became shapes and scenes...

"It's a room," he murmured, "I'm in a room."

"What's this room like? Is it your room?"

Gu Jun looked around. This was a warmly decorated and elegantly decorated children's room. There were many colorful pictures on the wall, some of which were crooked, like a child's painting... Although he felt familiar, he couldn't tell where this was. Have you ever been here?

"A small room with lots of pictures..."

"The picture? Who painted it? Is anyone drawing it?"

After hearing Sister Liang's question, Gu Jun suddenly saw a little hazy light and shadows calmed down. He described: "There is a little boy sitting on the floor, maybe a few years old, and is drawing something on the paper with a watercolor pen."

"Who is that little boy? Do you know him?"

"It seems to be me..." Gu Jun murmured at the memory scene, "It's me...my mother is here too, just sitting next to me..."

He heard another sound, not Sister Liang, but in this memory, his mother was asking him: "Xiaojun, how should I write the word tree? Can you tell my mother?" My mother handed him another piece of drawing paper, and the paper was painted with patterns of trees.

"Yeah!" The little boy nodded happily, took the drawing paper and placed it on the ground, and took the watercolor pen and wrote hard on the edge of the tree on the paper, "It's done!"

The little boy threw down the colored pen and raised the drawing paper high with both hands, happily.

"Ah..." Gu Jun's eyes suddenly opened, and he let out a cry of pain and confusion...

It is a different text, and the "trees" written by the little boy are the different texts.

He grabbed his head hard, but the ruthless memory fragments continued before his eyes.

Mom immediately took the drawing paper in her hand and looked at it like a treasure. There was a strange fanaticism in her eyes. After looking at it for a while, she handed another drawing paper to the little boy: "What about this word? Bug, how do you think you should write it?"

"That's it!" The little boy took the drawing paper and put it on the ground, picked up the colored pen and started scribing it again.

Another different text...worm, worm, same word...

Gu Jun suddenly saw clearly. On the floor around the little boy and mother, there were stacks of painting papers, with various patterns, and the corresponding different words were painted beside the patterns: darkness, apple, time, abyss, sprouting, sun, hand, bones, stars, death, sky, earth...
Chapter completed!