She struck the perfect balance between professionalism and a subtle sense of detachment in her words.
Instead of answering his question directly, Gu Mai asked, "I'd like to ask Dr. Song, at what level in psychotherapy is hypnosis used?"
Seeing that he was unwilling to answer, Song Xingyao followed his words and replied, "If you know anything about it, you will know that I do not use hypnosis therapy casually. In fact, for traditional treatments, hypnosis is a treatment that only treats the symptoms and not the root cause. It can help people get out of great psychological stimulation quickly."
Song Xingyao paused for a moment, "If the hypnosis technique is not up to par or if the patient is subjected to severe stimulation again during the treatment, hypnotherapy may have the opposite effect and may even lead to schizophrenia or mental disorder."
She spoke these harsh truths in a soft voice.
Seeing that he didn't react much, Song Xingyao asked directly, "Mr. Gu believes he has been hypnotized, right?"
For a fleeting moment, Gu Mai's eyes flickered.
Song Xingyao thought: Maybe I guessed right.
A man's voice echoed in the empty consultation room: "Although I'm not entirely sure, I think you're right."
He pulled a medicine bottle out of his pocket. "I think Dr. Song must recognize this."
Song Xingyao picked it up and glanced at it. It was just a common stabilizing drug used in mental treatment. "This is a very common psychiatric drug that is used in many treatments. Based on this, there is no way to confirm whether you have been hypnotized or not."
So what exactly happened that made you feel like you've undergone hypnotherapy?
Gu Mai pondered for a moment, then spoke in a low voice: "I stopped taking this medicine a month ago. I keep having dreams about a girl's back. In the dream, she keeps asking me, 'Do you remember me?' But I have no recollection of her at all."
"Then why do you think it's real, and not just your imagination?" Song Xingyao asked.
"Because I've had visions of her back at home, and those images were so real, like... she really was standing there."
Song Xingyao was silent for a moment, then asked, "So, you've come here, how do you want me to help you?"
Unlike other patients who suffer from mental torment, Gu Mai has a strong sense of self and can clearly distinguish between reality, fantasy, and dreams.
"I hope you can help me regain my memories."
...
"Mr. Gu, are you so certain that you've lost a memory, rather than that you've developed a new fantasy?"
Song Xingyao's question was both a reminder and a risk warning, as she knew that Gu Mai did not actually have any mental illness.
He hoped he could hypnotize him.
Seemingly sensing the warning in her words, Gu Mai raised an eyebrow, adopting a nonchalant demeanor, his expression masking the emotions in his eyes.
"Does Dr. Song mean this is just my own imagination?"
Song Xingyao chuckled, "No, that's just my guess."
Through their conversation, Song Xingyao knew that his purpose was very clear and firm.
"I believe in Dr. Song's hypnosis technique. I think it's just a hypnosis session, and besides, I don't want to forget anything, but rather I want to remember something."
After saying that, he stood up casually and said, "But I don't think today is a good time. I'm going back to S country in a couple of days, and I'll come to see you then."
It wasn't until he closed the door that Song Xingyao realized that this treatment had been ended by the man himself, without leaving any medical records or information.
All that's left are those few words and an unknown appointment for the next one.
Although there were no medical records, Song Xingyao still managed to write a basic plan based on their conversation.
She felt that Gu Mai was hiding many secrets, and Song Xingyao could have simply rejected him, but there was still a lot about him that she was curious about.
The document bag that Fu Siming received contained two things: a yellowed contract and a yellowed photograph.
The people in the photo were none other than the patriarch of the Fu family and the head of the Si family.
These photos were discovered by Gu Mai inadvertently on the last few pages of that old man's notebook.
In the photo, Fu Mingtang's expression didn't look good; he frowned slightly and looked at the person opposite him with some disgust.
"grandfather?"
Fu Siming had no idea what connection the old man had with Gu Mai's father. Even with the photos in his hands, he couldn't believe there was any connection between the two.
He scanned a copy of the photos and contract and sent it to Ang.
Although they knew it was Gu Mai's doing, they didn't know what his purpose was in doing this before leaving Jiangcheng.
But I felt a vague unease deep down.
After arriving at the research institute and getting into the car, Song Xingyao was unusually lost in thought and didn't speak.
After hesitating for a moment, Song Xingyao finally decided to ask the person beside her, "Fu Siming, can you help me investigate someone?"
"who?"
"He's one of the people I'm consulting with today. I didn't want to bother you, but I just feel like he knows me. You know, I haven't fully recovered my memory, so..."
Actually, she didn't need to lay any groundwork; he was just waiting for Song Xingyao to say that person's name.
"His name is Gu Mai, I think he's from S country. Maybe it's from when I was studying there..."
Song Xingyao had only spoken halfway when the car braked briefly, causing her to lean forward due to inertia.
She turned her head and looked at Fu Siming, who was driving.
The car was parked on the side of the road. Fu Siming looked Song Xingyao up and down with some unease, and only felt relieved when he found that she was normal.
"What does he want with you?"
"You know him, don't you?"
Two voices rang out simultaneously.
Song Xingyao stared intently at the man in front of her, who seemed about to speak but hesitated.
His anxiety and unease were so evident in his eyes that they were not even concealed.
"Fu Siming, who exactly is he?" Song Xingyao asked again.
"Answer me first, what did he want from you? He didn't hurt you, did he?" Her worried tone concealed a hint of barely perceptible irritation.
Song Xingyao stroked his hand, her tone gentle and soothing, "He didn't do anything. He just came to me for advice today, but he seemed to know me, yet I have no recollection of him. That's why I wanted you to help me investigate him..."
Fu Siming's expression turned somewhat ugly in an instant.
Just when Song Xingyao thought he was going to refuse her, he agreed instead.
“I can tell you, but…” he paused slightly, “I want you to be careful. The next time he schedules your treatment, you must tell me.”
The serious tone made Song Xingyao take it seriously; she knew that Fu Siming was not an unreasonable person.
The fingers resting on his hand gently scratched his palm. "I understand, don't worry!"
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