Chapter 205 Another Man with a Knife
Qin Mu tapped his knuckles on the steering wheel. "Last week, her brother got a Samoyed at home, and the puppy even ran into her room and made a scene."
Although Meng Anran appeared calm, Qin Mu could see that she was actually showing signs of illness, but she was just holding it in and not letting it out.
She has always kept her illness well hidden.
Kona closed her eyes. The trauma she suffered when she was nine years old could still make her lose control twenty years later.
Or rather, it had tortured her for twenty years and had never stopped.
At the traffic light, Qin Mu glanced at the co-pilot and said, "Ke Nai, don't use those diagnosis and treatment templates on her."
"rest assured."
Neon lights flashed across the car window, and Kenai unconsciously rubbed the old scar on his wrist with his left hand.
"It's clear to me that she hates being treated as a patient."
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Lihua Garden.
Glancing at the silver supercar in the garage, Qin Mu slowly backed the Maybach into the parking space next to it, "She's here."
The car stopped, Kenai picked up the medical bag, pushed the door and got out.
A graceful figure stood at the door of the villa. He turned his head and met the girl's crescent-shaped peach blossom eyes.
"Welcome back, Dr. Ke."
Kenai pushed his glasses up on his nose and walked towards her. "Your welcome is so hypocritical. It seems more like you don't like me."
Meng Anran chuckled, turned around and led Ke Nai in, and asked casually, "How have things been these past few years? Have you had fun?"
"What's fun in a war zone? Does dissecting corpses count?" Conai sat down on the sofa, placed the medical kit on the table, and looked at the figure fetching a glass in the open kitchen. He asked, "I heard your brother has a dog?"
"Yes, a three-month-old Samoyed." Meng Anran came over with two glasses of whiskey with ice balls in them and handed one to Kenai.
Her hands were steady and her voice was flat, but Kenai noticed the crescent mark on her palm - it was made by pinching with her fingernails.
He took the whiskey and took a sip, "Do you need any help?"
"I can handle it." She curled her lips, her eyes clear and calm, "It's always been like this."
"If you really didn't need help, Qin Mu wouldn't have let me come back." Kenai placed the glass on the tea table, then opened the leather medical bag, took out a file bag and handed it over. "This is for you."
Qin Mu walked in carrying Kenai's suitcase. Meng Anran handed him another glass of whiskey before taking Kenai's briefcase.
"What is it?" She lowered her head to untie the rope and pulled out the information inside suspiciously.
Kenai adjusted his glasses, looking exceptionally professional. "The cases I've seen in recent years treating post-traumatic stress disorder might be helpful to you."
Meng Anran took a quick glance, chuckled, stuffed the information back into the file bag, and placed it casually on the counter.
He opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of sparkling water, unscrewed it, took a sip, and then said leisurely, "It's not a serious illness, why bother with so much trouble?"
"It's hard for you to endure it, isn't it?" Ke Nai glanced over, as if he could see through all of Meng Anran's disguises. "Every time you see a dog, you have a stress reaction. You can only rely on the pain to control your impulses and keep yourself calm and sober."
Meng Anran paused, took two big gulps of sparkling water, and the cool feeling rushed into her body, barely suppressing the restlessness in her heart.
"Qin Mu asked you to come back, not because of this matter, right?"
"you're right."
Conai put away his sharp gaze and took a sip of whiskey.
"He wants to know if your emotional indifference can be alleviated. But as I've said before, this isn't a mental illness; it's purely a self-defense developed from your upbringing."
It is difficult for them to trust others, be sincere and emotional. Once they are betrayed, they will give up everything to protect themselves.
In a way, it's not entirely a bad thing.
"Since you are not sick, there is no need for treatment." Meng Anran curled the corners of her lips, but the smile did not reach her eyes.
The pair of gentle eyes behind the lenses observed every subtle expression of Meng Anran. After a while, Kenai slowly spoke: "Emotional indifference is not a disease, but what about your post-traumatic stress disorder? Do you intend to let it torment you forever?"
Qin Mu knew very well that An Xiaoran had been hiding something in her heart all these years, or perhaps it could be said that there was a demon living in her body.
Otherwise, she would not have created "Indulgence".
I couldn't help but persuade him, "Baby, if you're just afraid of dogs, we can prevent you from seeing dogs. But you should also know that you don't only get sick when you see a dog."
Just like how he treated Lu Qingcheng last time.
Meng Anran lowered her eyes and fell silent. She had to admit that Qin Mu was right. She tried hard to restrain her dark side, but there were always times when her emotions got out of control.
At first, she thought that as long as she didn't let the dog appear in front of her, she would be fine. However, in recent years, she found that she could restrain herself even when seeing a dog, but she would lose control of her emotions when her bottom line was crossed.
She herself was a little unsure whether this was post-traumatic stress disorder.
Sensing that her mind was wavering, Conai asked, "Are you interested in doing a sandbox test?"
Meng Anran looked up and Kenai continued, "Just treat it as a little game."
Under Qin Mu's expectant gaze, Meng Anran finally nodded.
Kenai raised an eyebrow and glanced at Qin Mu, "Give her a sip of your wine."
Qin Mu was puzzled. "She has a poor alcohol tolerance and falls down as soon as she drinks."
Kenai chuckled, "We need to relax her mental state so that the results of the sand table test will be more accurate."
Meng Anran glanced at Kenai speechlessly, took Qin Mu's whiskey, took a sip, and said slowly, "You are even more annoying than you were seven years ago."
Kenai curled the corners of his lips, "Thank you for the compliment."
The alcohol took effect quickly. In less than ten minutes, Meng Anran felt a little dizzy and her limbs were weak.
Not very drunk, but a little tipsy.
Conai observed her condition and when he saw that her consciousness had relaxed, he could start his treatment plan.
"Imagine you're still in the Lu family, with two older brothers. One is always making trouble and playing pranks on you, while the other is quiet and doesn't pay much attention to you. Your parents are often not at home, and you only get to see them very rarely. If you were asked to use three items to represent this family, what would they be?"
Meng Anran's eyes were a little blurry. He leaned on the sofa, staring at the ceiling as if thinking for a long time, and slowly said: "Knife, dog, villain."
Kenai recorded the three items Meng Anran mentioned in his notebook. They were all very distinctive and perfectly matched the scene Meng Anran saw when he was nine years old.
But he heard Qin Mu whisper in his ear: "The knife is Lu Heng, the dog is Lu Yi, and the villain... is herself."
There are three people in the cold house, and the three items represent the characteristics of these three people.
Kenai was surprised for a moment. He didn't know much about Lu Heng and Lu Yi, but after hearing what Qin Mu said, perhaps Meng Anran's psychological trauma really didn't come from the dog that was stabbed to death when she was nine years old.
He continued, "One day a small man hears a noise. What will he see when he turns around?"
Meng Anran's eyes became empty, as if certain scenes were playing before her eyes. Her lips trembled as she uttered, "Another... person with a knife."
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