The river is about to burn the mountain

Song Xinghui's plane just landed. Wei Qi is a young and promising medical student he admires, but he is obviously more suitable to be a successful businessman than a doctor. Many internship opportunities for students.

Wei Qi said on the phone that a friend had a suspected recurrence of PTSD and wanted to make an appointment for his diagnosis and treatment. When it was mentioned that the patient was Ji Qiuhan, Song Xinghui ended the Swedish academic research meeting ahead of time and returned with two assistants.

In the living room, the top-grade cloud and mist pine tips floating in the teacup gradually stretch out their tender buds. Compared with the young students 16 years ago, Song Xinghui is more middle-aged and calm, and the clear smoke and mist of tea are curling up. He didn't wait long.

"I'm really sorry, my lover's mood is not stable, he is very resistant to meeting you, I can only let him rest in the room first."

The man who came in looked a little tired, with a somewhat imperceptible grimness between his brows, but even so, when he sat there, he carried the aura of a perennial superior.

Song Xinghui was a little surprised by the word "lover" in Jiang Zhan's mouth, but he was expecting the result of Ji Qiuhan's resistance to meeting him.

Even though 16 years have passed since Ji Qiuhan's case, he is still deeply impressed.

"Mr. Jiang, I have read the data and symptom description sent by Wei Wei. Ji Qiuhan was stimulated by similar stressors, and began to have flashbacks of symptoms related to the 5.23 case, accompanied by repeated and uncontrollable intrusive painful memories. These are all The obvious symptoms of PTSD. And what I just said must be talked to the patient himself, but it doesn’t matter, it’s just used as a final confirmation test, and now the results are obvious.”

Jiang Zhan hesitated: "You mean, his resistance to meeting you is also one of the symptoms of the disease?"

Song Xinghui was wearing casual attire just off the plane, but it did not affect the authority and professionalism he represented in this field.

"It can be considered that this was one of the biggest problems that plagued our treatment team back then. The medical team was established by the police at the request of the school to cooperate with the hospital based on the need to solve the case. None of us had the motivation to give him any adverse direction. But he strongly rejected each of our doctors. Since I was in charge of his psychological intervention back then, he thought I was an "intruder" from his point of view, which gradually turned into him being very resistant to me."

Speaking of this, Song Xinghui suddenly changed the subject: "However, I was really surprised just now. He instinctively sought your protection under the agitation of uncontrollable emotions. You have won his trust, which is very rare."

Song Xinghui's reasonable explanation and the fact that Yi Qian had investigated the backgrounds of the members of the medical team before, Jiang Zhan's doubts were dispelled for the time being.

"Since he is so against you, why did he go to the hospital to make an appointment for your treatment three times within three months?"

"It's not difficult to explain. We say that in the clinical manifestations of PDTS, a prominent feature is persistent avoidance. The specific manifestation is that patients will refuse, avoid recalling or evoking any memory of traumatic events."

"From the perspective of time, he came to me for the first time three months ago, and the last two times were concentrated in the last week. This shows that during this period, he was stimulated more than once related to the stressors of the year, and his illness began. Repeatedly and even aggravated. When he was still awake, he could decide to seek help from a doctor on his own, but then he uncontrollably fell into the pain of the past, and the brain's sense of self-preservation prevailed. As someone who tried to "open the box", I was naturally caught He identified it as a danger and stayed away."

The reason for being stimulated by similar stressors many times needs to be investigated. Leaving aside, Jiang Zhan keenly caught a strange word in Song Xinghui's professional analysis.

"What do you mean, he can't 'decide' whether to seek your help?"

Song Xinghui nodded to confirm: "It means that when the "illness" occurs, the right to choose is no longer in his hands."

"I just mentioned that once the trauma suffered exceeds the carrying capacity, the brain will passively activate the self-protection mechanism to a certain extent, causing the patient to selectively forget the traumatic situation. This is even more pronounced in Ji Qiuhan. He was rescued After he came out, his brain not only made him "blind", but even blocked his memory of all 33 days in that room."

Some photos of the scene of the 5.23 case are still kept in the case book of that year. The narrow and muddy sewer is full of hair, minced meat and broken bones. The strong and depressing smell of blood has not faded over the years. It is impossible to imagine what kind of nightmare a ten-year-old child experienced during the 33 days locked in that country bungalow.

Jiang Zhan closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, there was uncontrollable cruelty in his eyes.

"So, who has the right to choose? Professor Song, what I need now is a practical and effective treatment plan!"

Song Xinghui's subordinates also looked through those photos. When treating Ji Qiuhan, they needed to constantly analyze the traumatic situation in order to carry out targeted in-depth intervention and desensitization treatment. One of the girls in the team was unable to face the too cruel scene. For more than half a month, I had nightmares about the photos, and finally I had no choice but to ask my mentor to quit the team.

Song Xinghui's mind suddenly flashed Ji Qiuhan's childhood appearance again.

It was a year later, and the many times of psychological counseling finally began to have significant results. The boy who was nearly aphasic for a year gradually began to try to communicate with others. Song Xinghui and the others also discovered that as long as they were careful not to let Ji Qiuhan fall into the traumatic scene again, he would Just be like a normal kid.

"My suggestion is conservative treatment. Give up forced psychological intervention and trauma desensitization, and continue to let him 'forget'. This is completely possible, because no one can open that "box" now."

Seeing Jiang Zhan frown, Song Xinghui asked, "Mr. Jiang should know that one of the 5.23 victims in the 36 case was his sister Ji Xia?"

As soon as this name was mentioned, Jiang Zhan's face froze instantly. He knew how important Ji Xia was to Ji Qiuhan.

"His illness is related to Ji Xia?"

"It can only be said that there is a corresponding connection."Hee.彖.right.read.Chia.

Song Xinghui dug out his record manuscript at that time: "During the process of hypnotherapy for Ji Qiuhan, we found that the degree of blockage of that memory was far beyond expectations. Even with his own authority, we couldn't open it. At first, we thought that this It was another personality that was split out after the child suffered a huge trauma for self-defense, but it was later discovered that it was not."

"In Ji Qiuhan's mind, the person who acts as the defender is not himself, but his sister, Ji Xia."

Song Xinghui put the pen in his hand in front of the teacup.

"To use a more vivid metaphor, the memory in Ji Qiuhan's mind is a dangerous black box, and its defender is Ji Xia, and in his consciousness, Ji Xia's command level is higher than his own. So that memory After being locked, he himself has no right to open it, let alone us as doctors, the only key is in the hands of Ji Xia, and Ji Xia died in the May 5.23 case that year."

Jiang Zhan's eyes fell on the black pen, and Song Xinghui's next words confirmed his guess.

"So in theory, when the key dies, this core memory can be blocked forever. We have no way of knowing what happened in those 33 days, but what is certain is that if forced psychological intervention and exposure are taken Min's active treatment, once the core memory is triggered, the consequences will be unpredictable."

Jiang Zhan took a deep breath and said, "Professor Song means that a complete cure is impossible?"

"It's not that it can't be done, it's that the risk is too great."

Song Xinghui raised an unavoidable question.

"Perhaps Mr. Jiang thinks his current condition is very serious, but I can only say that the retrospection of these traumatic situations that he has now produced is incomplete. The fragments are enough, and you think he can bear the pain brought about by the exposure treatment process. Are all memories awakened?"

After sending Song Xinghui away, Jiang Zhan returned to the bedroom. Song Xinghui's treatment plan made him feel helpless for the first time.

And Ji Qiuhan was sitting quietly on the wicker chair on the terrace, a thin cashmere blanket was draped over his increasingly thin shoulders, and the warming soup cup that the servant placed in front of him was completely cold and he didn't even take a sip.

When he heard Jiang Zhan's footsteps, he looked away from the outside.

It was as if in the whole room, there were countless senior doctors and nurses around him, but Jiang Zhan was the only one he thought could give him absolute safety.

"You have gained his trust, which is rare."

"He showed a strong tendency to resist treatment. In fact, he refused to awaken the core memory. That memory exceeded his carrying capacity. This is also a self-preservation strategy adopted by the brain for protection."

Song Xinghui's words suddenly rang in his mind, and Jiang Zhan looked at Ji Qiuhan's gaze, as if he suddenly understood something from it.

He stepped forward eagerly.

"You're scared, so you want me..., promise you something, right?"

"You know I will do what I say, and I never lie to you."

Jiang Zhan squatted down, grasping last Ji Qiuhan's cold hand with calloused hands, and softened his voice:

"Now, I promise you that no one can interfere with you without your consent, no one can force you to remember, all the past you don't want to remember, we will forget it forever, and I will deal with the things you resist Help you clean up."

"What do you want?...I promise you everything..."

Ji Qiuhan still didn't speak, but Jiang Zhan clearly saw the waves in Ji Qiuhan's eyes.

Jiang Zhan promised him word for word:

"Trust me baby, you're always safe."

Outside the terrace, the crumbling red leaves of the maple trees are blown into the bleak depths by late autumn.

Ji Qiuhan's eyes turned red.