Chapter 145 Desensitization Therapy: Life-Threatening
After hanging up the phone, Shang Wu stared at the ledger she carried with her.
What she was holding wasn't the Yu family's accounts, but rather what appeared to be a customs clearance certificate.
Once the accounting issues are resolved, everyone can happily marry Lu Rang, and from now on, they can live happily ever after.
Shang Wu slowly hugged the ledger to her chest.
"Awu, what are you doing?" Lu Rang looked down at her with a smile.
Shang Wu made a gesture: "Five days. I need to finish the accounts and then get engaged to you."
Lu Rang looked at her for a while without saying anything.
"What's wrong? You still have concerns?" Shang Wu lowered her hand.
Lu Rang said, "No, I just have some things to take care of."
Shang Wu had no time to care what he was doing. Before going home, she bought five days' worth of groceries and decided to stay home and resolve all the issues in the accounts.
Lu Rang helped her put the ingredients in the refrigerator, closed the door, and left.
He got into the car, rubbed his injured arm to relieve the tightness and soreness.
The driver turned his head and saw this, and couldn't help but say, "Young master, you shouldn't work so hard with your injured arm. Miss Shang can carry those things. She can get down and tidy them up when she's done."
After saying that, Lu Rang gave him a cold look.
The driver shrank back, not daring to ask again, "Where are you going?"
Lu Rang leaned back in the back seat, his expression indifferent: "Psychological counseling room."
Half an hour later, the car stopped at its destination.
The psychologist was already waiting in the office.
There was a pleasant, indescribable fragrance in the office. The air conditioning was set to a perfect temperature, the curtains were drawn, and a desk lamp was lit on the desk.
The environment and lighting were very comfortable.
As soon as Lu Rang entered, the psychologist smiled and said, "Young Master, your next treatment is still two days away. Why is it earlier?"
Lu Rang walked over and pointed out five days later on the calendar to him.
"If the desensitization therapy starts now and ends on this day, is it possible for it to be effective?"
The psychologist stared wide-eyed at his cold expression: "Young Master, have you been traumatized? We abandoned desensitization therapy from the beginning, and the doctor also instructed you not to use this method. Why do you suddenly want to use it?"
He still remembered when Lu Zheng discovered that Lu Rang had a mental illness, he stormed over in a rage, slammed his fist on the table, and told him to cure Lu Rang within a month.
Lu Rang was thirteen years old that year.
He is the only male heir in this generation of the Yu family.
He could understand Lu Zheng's feelings.
After all, this was his only son, the only hope to inherit the Yu family's waterborne business.
The person in charge of maritime cooperation with major state-owned enterprises must not be an uncontrollable lunatic.
After several days of testing, the psychologist finally found a feasible way to help Lu Rang quickly get out of his psychological shadow.
That is to undergo desensitization treatment.
He repeatedly relived the event that had traumatized him until he became desensitized.
However, when treatment was attempted, the results were very poor.
Lu Rang exhibited clear self-destructive tendencies, even attempting to erase his own spirit when recalling the dry well.
The desensitization therapy was abruptly terminated, pulling Lu Rang back from the brink of a mental breakdown.
After a long period of depression, Lu Zheng accepted reality and ordered everyone to stop mentioning it.
Years later, when the psychologist heard Lu Rang talk about this treatment plan again, he was somewhat taken aback.
Lu Rang looked directly at the doctor: "Shang Wu will resolve the accounting issue in five days. I don't want to hold an engagement banquet with her while I'm sick."
"But Miss Shang didn't insist that you be fully recovered by the time you get engaged, did she? She wants to accompany you through your treatment." The psychologist shrugged, unable to understand.
Lu Rang pressed him with a blank expression: "Are you going to treat me or not?"
The psychologist said helplessly, "Young master, this is too dangerous. Last time you had desensitization therapy, you almost had a mental breakdown. Why do you have to take such a risk?"
Most importantly, Lu Rang's mental breakdown was not a choice he made while he was sober.
Through hypnosis, Lu Rang is taken back to the past, back to the events in his subconscious, and his emotions will be deeply immersed in the day Lu Cong died.
At that time, he was in so much pain that he wanted to sink into the mud with Lu Cong and drown.
"Is my desire to return to a normal, healthy state sufficient?"
Lu Rang stood there, looking down at the psychologist.
"Or rather, I want Shang Wu to only think about how happy we will be when she gets engaged to me, and not worry about when her fiancé's mental illness will get better."
"Is this reason sufficient?"
The psychologist opened his mouth, but ultimately clenched his fists.
“I can agree to help you with desensitization treatment, but I must inform your father about this. If something happens to you here, our family doesn’t have many lives to compensate for it.”
Lu Rang pursed his lips, remained silent for a long time, and finally nodded.
“You can inform him in advance; he has the right to know, but not the right to decide.”
The psychologist breathed a slight sigh of relief, nodded with a wry smile, picked up his phone, went out, and called Lu Zheng for instructions.
The moment the call connected, his first words were urgent: "Sir, the young master has gone mad! He actually wants to try desensitization therapy again! How can I stop him?!"
“There’s no need to stop him, just do it for him.” Lu Zheng’s response was very straightforward.
He showed no surprise or hesitation whatsoever.
The psychologist was somewhat taken aback: "Mr. Lu, did you already know that the young master would do this?"
"Um."
Lu Zheng scoffed: "He's my son, how could I not know what he's capable of? That's just how he is."
After finding someone I like, life suddenly has meaning.
When I have an attack, seeing the other person makes me sober again.
Lu Rang has always valued relationships.
This is unlike him; it's like his mother.
It has to be said that while he looked down on this kind of personality, it also had its advantages.
For example, when in pain, one might want to die at any moment; when deeply in love, one might desperately try to save oneself; and one might be able to carve out a way out of a broken world in an instant.
The psychologist didn't understand Lu Zheng's meaning, but he knew that the treatment had the consent of both father and son and could proceed.
"Yes, sir, I will conduct desensitization treatment for the young master."
He hung up the phone and turned to go inside.
On the other side of the lake, Lu Zheng also hung up, looked at Qian Jue, and smiled.
"What did I tell you? The moment the engagement is mentioned, Lu Rang will immediately think that he has a mental illness and is not good enough for Shang Wu, and will do everything he can to get treatment for it."
Qianjue also smiled: "Sir, you are incredibly insightful. I used to look down on Shang Wu, but I never expected that she could bring you such great benefits."
She could persuade the young master to give up his legal career and return home, actively overcome his psychological trauma, and also resolve various problems that arose in the Yu family.
He's practically the ultimate tool in the human world.
No wonder Zhou Yanci orchestrated such a grand scheme, not letting any of the merchants off the hook, but keeping Shang Wu by her side the only one.
He was just a bit stupid. He got everything but forgot to guard against Shang Wu, and in the end, he lost both his money and his reputation, and ended up in jail.
Lu Zhengye: "Alright, send someone to keep an eye on things, make sure Lu Rang doesn't get into any trouble."
Qianjue nodded and turned to leave.
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Treatment room.
Lu Rang was already lying on the comfortable leather chair, following the psychologist's instructions to close his eyes and prepare to fall into memories.
Being a psychologist is not easy. Take a deep breath and prepare for anything that may happen.
“Young Master, we need to go back to the spring of 2012, the day you took your brother to play at Wanhu Lake.”
"What are you and your brother planning to do? Can you tell me?"
Lu Rang clenched his fist and paused for two seconds: "Exploration."
"Okay, you're planning to go on an adventure. Keep walking forward, there's a lot of weeds. You scare your brother by saying there are snakes in the grass, and then what?"
Lu Rang closed his eyes tightly, his breathing becoming heavy.
Then, his intellectually disabled brother turned red with fright, raised his hand to block him, and looked around warily.
"Don't be afraid, I'll walk in front. The snake will only bite me, not you."
Lu Rang was cheerful and lively in his youth.
He grinned, revealing a row of beautiful, white teeth, and patted Lu Cong on the shoulder.
"Brother, you're so good to me!"
Lu Cong paused for a moment, then scratched his head sheepishly: "Don't call me that. You're the young master, I'm yours..."
"You are my brother!" Lu Rang raised his voice, grabbing Lu Cong's sleeve and shaking it hard in protest. "I've told you, you're not the butler's son, you're my own brother! Otherwise, how could we look so alike?"
Lu Cong chuckled twice, "Then, then don't call me brother, it's so cheesy. Can you just call me boss?"
Lu Rang scoffed and pushed Lu Cong forward.
"No, no, I'll just call you brother. Remember that, you'll always be my brother. When I become the heir, no one will dare disobey me. I'll make you the young master of the Yu family and give you lots of money in return. How about I protect you?"
Lu Cong just kept laughing and quickened his pace, but suddenly he lost his footing and fell into a dry well!
They were so close that Lu Rang didn't have time to react and fell in after them.
"Young Master? Young Master?"
The psychologist's voice suddenly rang out.
Lu Rang suddenly stopped in his world of memories.
He looked down and saw Lu Cong sinking into the mud.
"Young Master, what did you see?"
Lu Rang managed to say with difficulty, "Brother... can't die..."
His eyes were closed, his body began to sway, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his expression was one of indescribable pain.
The psychiatrist looked serious and watched his reaction closely.
Lu Rang trembled more and more violently, clenching his teeth tightly, veins bulging on his neck, and cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
His teeth chattered: "Brother, I killed you... I'll die..."
Lu Rang's reaction at this moment was exactly the same as when he was thirteen years old.
The psychologist gasped, never expecting history to repeat itself so dramatically.
Lu Rang had suicidal thoughts again when the tragedy occurred.
"Young Master, this is just an accident! Wake up, or you'll get trapped and keep torturing yourself!"
"Think about what you cherish in this world, the person you love, and the person you're getting engaged to in five days."
The psychologist urgently called for help.
Lu Rang still didn't stop, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
I bit my tongue!
The doctor immediately grabbed the intervention bell and shook it violently next to Lu Rang's ear.
A sharp ringing sound suddenly rang out.
Lu Rang suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.
His tongue stung, and he couldn't help but want to hurt himself.
Lu Rang took a weak breath.
"Young Master, you're already biting your tongue on your very first try. This won't do; something bad will happen," the doctor said with a worried expression.
Lu Rang savored the taste of blood in his mouth: "Again."
The doctor dared not continue: "Your reaction is too intense. Gentle treatment is better. Stop now."
Lu Rang's gaze was icy: "I said continue."
"No, I think something bad will happen, you can't handle it," the psychologist said, mustering her courage to refuse.
Lu Rang's expression was calm, with faint traces of blood at the corner of his mouth, like a tyrant teetering on the edge of rage.
He suddenly reached out and, with an overwhelming force, pulled the psychologist in front of him.
Lu Rang's voice was not loud, but deep: "Shang Wu severed ties with her family in order to be with me."
"It's because her family was worried that my illness would harm her, affect her, and that I would actually kill someone."
"If I can't cure the disease, I can't prove that I didn't kill my brother, and I can't give Shang Wu a carefree life."
"Shang Wu and I are tied together, and life is full of uncertainty."
“When I get engaged, I have to at least let Shangwu see that I’m getting better and prove that I’m worthy of Shangwu and that I’m not that bad.”
"No matter how much Shang Wu and her family argue, it is still her home. We can't be strangers for life. I can't let her family hate me."
"I'm willing to pay any price to bring her back with honor."
"So, now you either help me desensitize, or you die at the hands of a mentally ill person. The choice is yours."
Lu Rang threw the doctor to the ground like he was picking up a chick.
The psychologist swallowed hard and got up from the floor.
"I...I'll help you..."
Lu Rang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and lay back down.
The psychologist wiped away his cold sweat and quickly sent a message while the man closed his eyes.
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