Jiang Ran was already leaning back in the recliner at this mont.
After confirming the surroundings were quiet, Bai Xiaoliang held a pocket watch and gently swung it left and right in front of Jiang Ran’s eyes.
As the pocket watch swayed, it emitted a rhythmic, soothing buzzing sound.
This involuntarily caused Jiang Ran’s entire body to enter an extrely relaxed state.
Jiang Ran’s eyes followed the left and right movent of the pocket watch, rotating along with it.
Bai Xiaoliang then softly spoke in a warm male voice:
“What is your na?”
“Jiang Ran.”
“Gender?”
“Male.”
“Age?”
“23 years old.”
“Occupation?”
“Apartnt assistant manager.”
“What do you like to do most?”
“I don’t know…”
“Think carefully. Is there really nothing that makes you happy?”
“…When I get paid…”
“Good. Now imagine it’s payday, and you just received a huge amount of money. At the sa ti, the lottery ticket you bought won a million…”
Jiang Ran involuntarily entered this artificially created mont of happiness, his lips gently curling upward.
Next, Bai Xiaoliang asked several more questions, continuously guiding the hypnosis.
Finally, with a snap of his fingers, he said, “You’re very sleepy now, it’s ti to sleep.”
Magically, Jiang Ran fell asleep.
But this sleep was not true sleep;
a certain level of consciousness was retained.
More precisely, it was a special state of consciousness.
At this point, Bai Xiaoliang began asking questions:
“Handso guy, what is your na?”
Jiang Ran, eyes closed, said, “Jiang Ran.”
Hearing the correct answer, Bai Xiaoliang was suddenly stunned.
“How old are you this year?”
“23 years old.”
Bai Xiaoliang’s expression beca sowhat serious:
“There should be other good friends inside your body, right? Let them co out for so fresh air. I want to talk to them. Get to know each other.”
After a few seconds, Bai Xiaoliang asked again: “What is your na?”
Jiang Ran said, “Jiang Ran.”
The hypnosis process continued for thirty minutes.
Finally, with another snap of his fingers, Jiang Ran woke up again.
Upon waking and opening his eyes, he imdiately saw the serious face of Bai Xiaoliang.
Thinking sothing had happened, he asked, “Doctor, is my dissociative identity disorder very severe?”
Bai Xiaoliang slowly exhaled: “Mr. Jiang Ran, regarding your situation, I will give you a response within three days. Then please co to our hospital again. Of course, as compensation for not providing a definite treatnt this ti, you won’t need to pay the registration fee next ti you co.”
Jiang Ran nodded after hearing this.
Although he didn’t understand the situation, not having to pay the registration fee felt great!
After all, Bai Xiaoliang’s registration fee was 300 yuan.
It was one of the highest registration fees in this hospital.
Jiang Ran was escorted out of the consultation room by the red-contact-lens nurse.
After sending Jiang Ran out, under Bai Xiaoliang’s instruction, the red-contact-lens nurse temporarily stopped accepting patients.
Faced with this situation, the red-contact-lens nurse looked puzzled:
“Doctor Bai, what’s going on? This is the first ti I’ve seen you like this. Is that patient nad Jiang Ran very troubleso?”
Bai Xiaoliang’s face was heavy.
He said, “Based on the current situation alone, he might be the most special patient I’ve ever encountered in my career.”
The red-contact-lens nurse was very surprised.
Though Bai Xiaoliang was young, only 30 years old, he had actually earned his doctorate degree at 22.
He was an absolute genius among geniuses.
He studied and worked in the United States and also worked in other countries, accumulating nurous honors and awards.
Eventually, he achieved great success and returned to China.
As of now, Bai Xiaoliang was undoubtedly the top figure in treating ntal illnesses in the country.
On a global scale, he was among the world’s elite in this field.
If this hospital wasn’t founded by his father, Bai Xiaoliang wouldn’t even be here.
Therefore, for Bai Xiaoliang to say Jiang Ran was possibly the most special patient he had encountered in his career showed its weight.
At this mont, Bai Xiaoliang sat in front of the computer in the consultation room, the sa seat where the red-contact-lens nurse usually sat.
He operated the computer, which currently displayed several test report images.
He said, “From the EEG and MRI scans, Jiang Ran’s brain indeed shows abnormalities—very significant abnormalities—completely different from ordinary people.”
“But from the scales and questionnaires he completed, the final scores were completely normal.”
“The scales and questionnaires I administered to him.”
“The scale ranges from 0 to 50 points;
normal is under 50, while 70 to 80 points indicates a high risk of dissociative identity disorder.”
“His scale score was 20 points. Normal.”
“The questionnaire ranges from 0 to 90 points;
normal is under 90, while exceeding 90 indicates danger.”
“His questionnaire score was 49 points, also normal.”
“Of course, these are just auxiliary indicators.”
“My proudest skill is my hypnosis technique.”
“I have treated many patients.”
“Especially patients with dissociative identity disorder—I’ve encountered quite a few.”
“Every ti I hypnotize soone, I can successfully communicate with the other personalities inside their body. I’ve never failed.”
“But today, Xiaotong, as you saw, I failed. It was Jiang Ran alone talking to back and forth—none of his other personalities appeared.”
“There are only two possible explanations for this.”
“First, Jiang Ran is not a dissociative identity disorder patient, so naturally, I couldn’t awaken other personalities for dialogue.”
“Second, Jiang Ran’s main personality is overwhelmingly strong, easily suppressing all other personalities, so hypnosis can’t affect him.”
“To be honest, I myself think the second possibility is impossible.”
“Because when I was in the United States, under FBI orders, I hypnotized a deranged serial killer responsible for at least a hundred deaths.”
“That guy was terrifying, right? Also a dissociative identity disorder patient. Other psychiatrists or psychologists skilled in hypnosis failed to awaken other personalities and communicate with them.”
“But I did it with ease.”
“So now, I failed with Jiang Ran. Does that an Jiang Ran has even stronger willpower than that deranged serial killer? More terrifying?”
The red-contact-lens nurse—Xiaotong—thought for a mont and said, “Doctor Bai, I think Jiang Ran isn’t the second type. After all, he’s just an ordinary person. So he must be the first! He actually doesn’t have dissociative identity disorder at all!!!”
Bai Xiaoliang was staring again at the EEG and MRI scans taken of Jiang Ran, looking over them repeatedly.
He murmured to himself:
“Jiang Ran probably has a ntal illness, based on these scans, but it’s not dissociative identity disorder. Honestly, I can’t be sure right now. This is the first ti in my life.”
The red-contact-lens nurse—Xiaotong—said, “Finally, Doctor Bai, you’ve encountered sothing you can’t be certain about.”
“But it’s actually nothing unusual.”
“After all, so doctors practicing for twenty or thirty years never encounter a dissociative identity disorder patient, let alone diagnose and treat one. Isn’t there a case where a dissociative identity disorder patient went to several major hospitals before finally getting diagnosed? That shows how difficult it is. Of course, that was just an ordinary dissociative identity disorder patient. But this Jiang Ran is far more perplexing.”
Bai Xiaoliang sighed, “I’ll go find my father and so friends to confirm this.”
“I really don’t want to misdiagnose.”
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