Chapter 709 Hypnosis Intervention
"Please sit down." Professor Bob gestured.
The three of them sat on the circular sofa by the window.
Outside the window, the night view of the capital city is as bright as the stars, forming a sharp contrast with the dim lights in the lounge.
After we were seated, the waiter brought the drink menu in due time.
Wen Liang was about to take it when he saw Professor Bob directly say to the waiter: "Give this lady a cup of warm chamomile tea with honey."
He turned to Wen Liang, "You haven't been sleeping well lately. This will help."
Wen Liang looked at Professor Bob in surprise, with an expression that said "How did you know?"
Bob smiled and said, "Many of my patients suffer from insomnia."
Anxiety, tension, insomnia, and psychological problems usually go hand in hand. He has seen too many of them over the years.
Wen Liang nodded upon hearing this, "Thank you."
Professor Bob did not rush to ask about Wen Liang's situation, but instead talked to Huo Dongcheng about his experiences in China.
The waiter brought the drinks.
Wenliang held the warm teacup, and the fragrance of chamomile slowly rose in the misty hot air.
She took a sip; the sweet honey perfectly neutralized the slight bitterness of the tea, relaxing her tense nerves a little.
Professor Bob has been in Country Z for half a month.
In the past half month, he has been to two cities, and Beijing is the third one. After the academic conference is over, he will go back.
In these three cities, he not only conducted medical exchanges, but also took one or two days to visit local attractions and revisit old places - he had been to Country Z several times when he was young.
Professor Bob's first stop was Xi'an to visit the Terracotta Warriors.
He had been there several times many years ago and it was no longer new to him, but he would still visit whenever he had the chance and gain new insights every time.
Wen Liang held the teacup and listened to Professor Bob talk about his experiences in Xi'an.
The professor's voice was low and magnetic, as if it had some kind of hypnotic power.
"The faces of those terracotta warriors..." Professor Bob tapped his fingers lightly on the rim of the cup, his gray-blue eyes gleaming with wisdom. "No two are the same. Each one is so unique, just like a living person, seemingly similar yet different."
Huo Dongcheng shook the whiskey glass in his hand thoughtfully, and the ice cubes made a crisp sound when they collided. "It's similar to human memory, each part is unique."
Knowing that he was about to get to the point, Wen Liang's ears perked up.
"That's right." Professor Bob nodded slightly, his gaze becoming profound. "But what's interesting is that these terracotta figurines were originally colorful. Two thousand years have faded the colors, leaving only the natural color of the clay."
He looked at Huo Dongcheng meaningfully, "The same is true of memory. Time will blur the details, but the essence will never change."
Huo Dongcheng's fingers gently stroked the rim of the cup. "Bob, don't you think these figurines are more like containers of memory? They bear the mark of that era, yet are forever frozen in a certain moment."
"Well said, Alex." Professor Bob smiled approvingly. "But have you ever thought about why Qin Shi Huang created so many different terracotta warriors?"
Regarding this issue, historians have long analyzed that the Terracotta Warriors are the product of the interweaving of political, military, religious and funeral culture.
But Professor Bob raised an interesting idea, "Because memory is never single, it requires countless aspects to be complete."
Wen Liang raised an eyebrow after hearing this, it actually made sense.
Through the huge terracotta army, future generations can imagine how powerful the Qin Dynasty’s military was and how ambitious the First Emperor was in conquering the world.
"Unfortunately, those painted figurines oxidized quickly after being excavated, so perhaps the best way to preserve them is to keep them in their original state."
Professor Bob chuckled. "But archaeologists are constantly trying new conservation techniques, aren't they? Because the truth is always worth pursuing."
His eyes glanced at Wen Liang vaguely, "Even if there's a price to pay."
After a few simple conversations, he already understood what Wen Liang wanted to consult.
To Wen Liang, the conversation between the two seemed to be full of hidden meanings, as if they were engaged in an invisible confrontation.
The neon lights outside the window cast changing light and shadows in the professor's gray-blue eyes, making Wen Liang inexplicably think of the empty eyes of the terracotta warriors buried deep underground.
"Speaking of preservation technology," Huo Dongcheng suddenly changed the subject. "I heard that molecular-level scanning can now be used to restore the original colors of the terracotta warriors?"
"Technology can indeed restore many appearances." Professor Bob took a sip of wine slowly.
"Can I remember it?" Wen Liang asked, tilting his head.
Professor Bob took out a leather notebook, a recorder and a pair of reading glasses from the briefcase beside him.
He put on his glasses, turned to a new page in his notebook, and opened his pen. "Come on, tell me about your problem."
Wen Liang glanced at Huo Dongcheng, who nodded slightly.
Wen Liang told Bob about the doctor's diagnosis and her own confusion, and showed him her medical records from that year.
Professor Bob listened attentively, took notes, and nodded from time to time.
When Wen Liang mentioned that the doctor suspected her amnesia was related to psychological factors, his eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Interesting..." Professor Bob looked at his notes. "You mentioned that you get a headache every time you recall something. This symptom is usually caused by..."
"Psychological suggestion?"
"Miss Wen, based on your description and the medical report, I preliminarily judge your condition to be a typical case of post-hypnotic memory impairment." Bob pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and spoke in a low but clear voice. "This isn't just ordinary psychological suggestion, but rather a psychological barrier formed through the intervention of professional hypnosis techniques."
Wenliang's fingers tightened unconsciously, causing tiny ripples on the surface of the water in the teacup.
It sounds serious.
Seeing the worry on Wen Liang's face, Bob continued, "Every time you recall something, you get a splitting headache. That's the psychological barrier at work. Your brain is preventing you from accessing the blocked memories because your subconscious mind thinks they are 'dangerous'."
Wen Liang seemed to understand something. "The danger... was intensified in me by the person who hypnotized me while I was hypnotized."
"That's right."
Professor Bob nodded slightly: "But please don't worry, this condition can be treated."
He took out a document from his briefcase. "This is the relevant research I published in the Journal of Psychology last year. You can refer to it."
Huo Dongcheng took the information and flipped through it, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter. "Bob, does treatment require hypnosis? This kind of hypnotic intervention...will there be any side effects?"
"That's a good question." Professor Bob carefully wrote something down in his notebook. "Professional hypnosis itself doesn't cause physical harm, but if performed improperly, it can cause psychological symptoms such as memory disturbances and mood swings."
He looked up at Wen Liang and said, "You mentioned that you get a headache every time you reminisce. This is a typical side effect."
Wen Liang asked, "Will I be able to recall all my memories after hypnosis treatment?"
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