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Chapter 42 Hypnosis

The medical staff in the rescue team were overwhelmed, and many injured victims lay on simple stretchers and wailed in pain.

He Sheng took Zhao Moran outside a medical tent, and whispered to him: "The doctor inside bandaged Brother Hao yesterday. He is very easy-going, maybe you can ask him about it."

Zhao Moran poked his head in slightly, and saw that the young male doctor was performing a debridement operation on the patient. The patient's calf was not treated in time after the injury, resulting in extensive festering of the wound.

The doctor carefully cut the previous suture with surgical scissors, only to see the patient gritted his teeth and suppressed the pain and groaned, with a fine layer of sweat on his head.

After the scissors opened it little by little along the previous sutures, a green puff emerged from the wound, and there was also a faint stench.

The patient was in so much pain that he couldn't bear to live, his eyes rolled upwards slightly, and Zhao Moran and He Sheng looked on in shock.

While disinfecting the vicinity of the wound with iodine, the doctor suddenly asked in a low voice, "When was your happiest moment before, can you tell me about it?"

The patient's breathing was trembling, his eyes were flickering, and he tried his best to answer: "Looking at... when my wife and son are playing together."

"Where are they now?" The doctor seemed to be chatting with him, but he was actually distracting him.

The patient took a cold breath in pain, and said weakly: "My wife took her son back to her mother's house, so she escaped a catastrophe."

The doctor's hands were slightly lighter, and he spoke slowly: "Recall the scene where they were playing, as if they were in front of you." He swirled around the wound with surgical forceps dipped in iodine, "Recall Your wife's expression at that time, the clothes your son was wearing..."

"You will feel that this part is getting cooler and more comfortable, and the pain is slowly disappearing. By doing this, you are also protecting your son and wife, because only if you are healthy can you make them happy, just like they are Smile in front of your eyes..."

The doctor's voice became softer and slower. Following the doctor's soft voice, the patient's expression gradually eased, and he seemed to have a smile on his face.

While the doctor guided him with words, he quickly cut off the carrion in the wound with scissors, and Jier sewed it up again with needles and threads.

Zhao Moran and He Sheng were stunned. After treating the patient in front of him, the doctor patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Get up, the treatment has been completed."

The patient was like waking up from a big dream. He opened his eyes and looked at the doctor in surprise: "I just fell asleep, and I seemed to have a dream. I dreamed that my wife and children were playing, and I didn't feel any more. feel any pain!"

The doctor smiled and nodded, and asked the nurse to help the patient into the tent before turning to Zhao Moran and asking, "What's the matter, both of you?"

He Sheng quickly introduced to the side: "Hello, Doctor Jin, this is Zhao Moran."

Zhao Moran stretched out his hand and exclaimed: "Did Doctor Jin use hypnotism just now? Why didn't the patient feel any pain after that?"

Jin Yi took off his medical gloves, shook his head and said with a smile, "It's not hypnosis, it's just some simple psychological hints." He threw the gloves into the medical trash can, and said, "Medical supplies are scarce now, so clean There is no need for anesthesia for invasive surgery, so this method can only be used to relieve the patient's inner anxiety."

Zhao Moran saw that Jin Yi was young, but there was a sense of intimacy that was like a spring breeze, calm and easy in his gestures and gestures, and a sense of trust suddenly arose in his heart.

Zhao Moran tried to ask: "Dr. Jin has studied psychology?"

Jin Yi picked up a bottle of mineral water, took a few sips and said, "It's not a serious academic background, it's because of interest, and I learned a little in the United States when I became a monk halfway."

"That's great!" Zhao Moran and He Sheng looked at each other with a smile, and said, "I happen to have something to ask you."

Jin Yi smiled modestly, and said, "You don't have to be so polite, to be honest, I'm your fan, and I often listened to your songs when I was in school."

Zhao Moran didn't go around in circles with Jin Yi, and went straight to the point: "Do you remember Ji Hao? The one you helped bandage the wound yesterday."

"Of course, I followed his drama last year, what's wrong?" Jin Yi replied.

Zhao Moran nodded, and after telling Jin Yi exactly what happened, he asked, "Based on your experience, what is Ji Hao's situation? Is it the psychological trauma caused by the earthquake? "

Jin Yi led the two of them to a place not far from the rescue team, lit a cigarette, and meditated: "After experiencing some natural and man-made disasters, it is inevitable that people will have some psychological impact, but according to your description just now , Ji Hao should have projected his childhood onto that child."

Zhao Moran was at a loss, and asked, "How do you say it?"

"You mentioned Ji Hao's childhood experience just now. His native family has a great influence on him. This part is his psychological trauma that has not been transformed, but it is gradually hidden as he grows older." Jin Yi patiently explained.

"No matter how old we are, there is an inner child living in our hearts, and the image of the inner child in Ji Hao's heart happens to be similar to the experience of the child who passed away, so Mr. Ji will pay special attention to him. The unexpected death of this child will evoke Ji Hao’s tragic childhood experiences, those untransformed traumas will resurface, and this phenomenon is called PTSD in psychology.”

Jin Yi asked again: "Excuse me, did Mr. Ji have any relatives who died due to the earthquake when he was a child?"

Zhao Moran suddenly realized: "His adoptive mother died unexpectedly, and his father was also paralyzed in bed because of it. Although I don't know what the reason is, maybe it is also related to the earthquake?"

Jin Yi nodded, "That's right."

Zhao Moran asked for advice: "What should I do in this situation? Can you help with the treatment? I can pay for it."

Jin Yi smiled and waved his hands, "You don't need to pay, after all, I'm not a serious psychiatrist." Jin Yi paused and said, "But the psychiatrist who supports me right now won't be available for a while, if Mr. Ji himself is willing If so, I can talk to him."

Zhao Moran gratefully held Jin Yi's hands and said, "Thank you so much!"

After finishing his speech, Zhao Moran asked Jin Yi about the supplies that the rescue team was currently lacking, and asked He Sheng to write them down one by one, and the two returned to the yurt.

After going back, he saw that Ji Hao had already fallen asleep lying in the yurt, his whole body was curled up like a baby, his brows were furrowed, and there was a slight muffled sound coming from his nasal cavity, as if he was not sleeping peacefully.

Looking at Ji Hao, Zhao Moran couldn't help but felt a dull pain in his heart. He took a thin blanket from the side and covered him, then pulled down the curtain of the yurt, lay down gently beside him, and hugged him from behind he.

Ji Hao took a sharp breath, woke up from the dream instantly, and stared blankly ahead.

Zhao Moran propped himself up on his elbows, looked at his face and said softly, "Did you wake up?"

Ji Hao's eyes were still blank, as if he hadn't heard Zhao Moran's voice, he stared blankly ahead, and after a while, he slowly came back to his senses, and slowly raised his eyes to look at Zhao Moran's face, as if doubting :"elder brother?"

Zhao Moran saw the sadness and despair in Ji Hao's eyes at that moment, and felt even more uncomfortable. He hugged Ji Hao tightly into his arms, and said softly: "It's me...it's okay, I at your side."

Ji Hao's body trembled, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice: "Just now... I had a dream."

Zhao Moran stroked Jihao's head, kissed him lightly on the forehead, and said, "It's all over...with me by your side."

After everyone's unanimous discussion at dinner, Zheng Xiang and Du Yang joined the rescue team with some members of the production team to help the medical workers with some logistical material transportation and distribution work, while the other part followed Zhao Moran and Ji Hao rebuilds the shooting location.

At the same time, Zhao Moran and Ji Hao took more than 200 million yuan from their bank accounts to donate to the local government for post-disaster reconstruction work. The two launched an initiative on Weibo, hoping that artists in the circle can lend a helping hand.

All of a sudden, their actions sparked an upsurge on Weibo, Qin Yuan, Jin Zhong, Hu Yong, Tong Jiaxin and others generously donated their money, and the crew of "Elder Brother" once again appeared on the headlines of major entertainment media. .

On the evening of the second day, after a busy day, Zhao Moran invited Jin Yi to the yurt with Ji Hao's consent.

Jin Yi looked forward to sitting on the ground with his legs, and said seriously: "During the period of receiving hypnotherapy, the trauma in the subconscious will surface on the conscious level. During this period, it may be more painful. Mr. Ji must be mentally prepared."

Ji Hao nodded expressionlessly, indicating that it was time to start.

Jin Yi let Ji Hao lie in the station room, covered him with a blanket, motioned Zhao Moran to sit aside and keep silent, and then lured Ji Hao into a hypnotic state with a soft and slow voice.

Ji Hao's chest began to rise and fall regularly, and his breathing became more and more even. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he had entered a dream.

Jin Yi: "Please take a closer look, where are you now?"

Ji Hao still had his eyes closed, his brows began to twitch tightly, he shook his head lightly, and asked doubtfully, "You seem to be at home?"

Jin Yi: "Look at what your home looks like? Who is there?"

Ji Hao frowned even more, and his eyeballs began to roll rapidly, "It's the old home, it's very dilapidated, with nothing, it seems...my adoptive parents are there."

Jin Yi: "What are they doing? What happened?"

Ji Hao's face gradually stretched, with a hint of joy on his face: "Father is teaching me to read, and mother is cooking."

Suddenly Ji Hao's expression became terrified, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, he was short of breath, struggling and shaking as if trying to wake up.

Jin Yi: "What happened, tell me."

Ji Hao's face instantly showed a look of despair, and he tremblingly said: "There was an earthquake..., my mother was crushed under the rubble in order to get the tuition fees in the cabinet, and my father was also injured in order to save my mother..."

In the next second, Ji Hao seemed to be shouting loudly: "It's all my fault! It's all my fault! If it weren't for me, my mother wouldn't have died, and my father wouldn't have been paralyzed. Please don't leave me."

Ji Hao struggled desperately to wake up, tears gushed out from his closed eyes, Zhao Moran, who was quietly watching from the side, was heartbroken, he had never seen Ji Hao shed tears, let alone such a fragile Ji Hao was desperate again.

Zhao Moran could stand up and wanted to go forward to hug Ji Hao, but Jin Yi stretched out his hand and shook his head at Zhao Moran, signaling him not to go forward.

In the next second, Ji Hao began to scream heart-piercingly, repeating the three words "I'm sorry" non-stop.

Ji Hao's face was covered with tears, and his voice became hoarse, "My back hurts...it hurts."

Jin Yi: "The scenes you see now will be like happening on a movie screen. They are long past tense and no longer exist. You will find that the screen is getting brighter and brighter, and the scenes inside will also change with the brightness. The increase gradually becomes blurred."

Ji Hao's emotions gradually calmed down, and as his breathing gradually calmed down, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Jin Yi slowly got up and walked in front of Ji Hao, snapped his fingers, "I'll count to three, and we will come back slowly, 3, 2, 1."