Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 637: 583: Left Behind

Chapter 637: Chapter 583: Left Behind

Nan Zhubin didn’t use his own[Hypnosis Treatnt·Basic]for this snap.

During hypnosis, when the hypnotist gives clear instructions in an authoritative tone, the visitor’s brain receives and accepts this “task” and regards it as a program that needs to be executed.

And when the task begins to execute, it naturally requires a trigger signal, like the starter pistol at the beginning of a sprint.

This signal doesn’t necessarily have to be a “snap,” it can be any clear, sudden signal of separation. As long as it allows the visitor to detach from the previous state and enter the next task, it’s sufficient.

Just in comparison, a “snap” is more convenient and basically fulfills all the requirents of this step.

In many film and television works, there are often imitations of the “snap,” as if the action itself possesses so magic.

And with Nan Zhubin’s final snap falling, the visitor seed to awaken… no, not “awakened.”

It was like being “awakened from sleep.”

Her entire body suddenly quieted down, and her breathing slowly beca steady.

At the sa ti, her closed eyes kept slightly moving, even causing her long eyelashes to tremble.

It seed like so images were being projected on those closed eyelids.

“What scene do you see?” Nan Zhubin directly asks.

“…Nothing…” the visitor replies this way but then seems her vision finally focuses, “…No.”

“It seems like there’s sothing blurry… but only so light and shadow, a bit of vibration…”

The visitor speaks vaguely.

Nan Zhubin is very pleased with this kind of reaction.

Reaching this point has been very smooth, and digging deeper now is very convenient.

So he directly expresses, “No scene, good—no problem, let’s continue exploring.”

“You don’t need to do anything, you just need to sense and feel.”

Nan Zhubin firmly holds on to the rhythm of hypnosis.

He’s very close to today’s consulting goal.

The visitor’s “vision” is as blurry as glass covered with water vapor, and Nan Zhubin clears it bit by bit.

Nan Zhubin asks, “Is the scene you’re sensing now dayti or nightti?”

“…Night…”

“Is it indoors or outdoors?”

The visitor’s eyelids shake violently, “… Outdoors…”

“Can you feel yourself?”

“…Yes…”

Nan Zhubin gazes at the visitor, “How old are you ‘now’? Are you an adult or a child?”

“…Child… Ugh!”

Every question and answer leaves a clear view on the glass.

When so scenes behind the glass are finally glimpsed, in a mont that seems abrupt yet destined.

Everything becos as clear as clouds parting to reveal the sun.

…

“…Cold… so cold…”

The visitor’s voice begins to whimper.

Her body remains relaxed at this mont, fingers splayed, shoulders slack.

But the voice from her mouth is filled with panic, as if another person from another ti in another world is narrating a story through her throat to Nan Zhubin.

“…I’m completely soaked, I can’t stand…”

Nan Zhubin feels joy, but more so feels serious.

The consultant takes a deep breath, “Feeling cold, completely soaked, can’t stand. Where are you? What’s around you?”

“…I’m at ho, on the roof of the house…”

The visitor suddenly coughs as if choking on water.

“…It’s raining from the sky, and the water on the ground has reached over my feet…”

“I held onto my chimney… but my strength is so little, I’m only six… I’m so cold, hungry, and tired…”

Six years old?

Nan Zhubin rembers this keyword, recalls the visitor’s age, and ntally rewinds the tiline.

That’s right, the visitor is talking about the childhood traumatic event once ntioned by Doctor Hu from the hospital.

The flood.

Yet even in conversations at work and with leadership, the visitor has always only ntioned this as a simple part of her identity background, never discussing related details.

Nan Zhubin can even preliminarily confirm that this might be the visitor’s first ti ntioning this trauma to others—even in the form of[hypnosis]mory.

“You’re on the roof, holding onto the chimney in the flood.” Nan Zhubin further anchors the scene, encouraging, “Very good, you’re striving to protect yourself.”

Then further guides, “Besides you, is there anyone else?”

“Yes… Dad, Mom, little brother… Mom is holding my brother, Dad is holding Mom… They’re a bit far from … getting farther and farther…”

The visitor first identifies the people, then further enriches their actions and relationships.

Recalling the visitor’s file, Nan Zhubin continues, “Okay, Dad, Mom, and little brother, aren’t they on the roof?”

“No… they’re in another place, far from , getting farther and farther…”

“Then what happened?”

“Ugh…”

The visitor’s expression twists, starting from the forehead, then the lips, spreading to the whole face.

“…Mom is very scared, Mom is calling my na, Mom wants to co and hold … but, but…”

“…Dad held back Mom, didn’t let Mom co…”

Nan Zhubin paused, forcing his voice to remain unemotional, maintaining a completely neutral calmness, “Mom calls your na, Dad holds her, they’re getting farther away—what happened next?”

The visitor’s body finally begins to react.

Her fingers start to grip tightly, her body trembles, “…a wave… a big wave crashes over.”

“I, I close my eyes, I’m very scared… lying on the roof, holding tightly to the chimney… as I open my eyes again…”

Whoosh.

The visitor’s body suddenly calms down, her voice becos flat and detached.

Like a neutral narrator beginning to describe an event, “…they’re gone.”

Nan Zhubin quickly scans the visitor’s body to confirm whether she needs to return to her[Safe Island].

But the visitor seems to have already initiated her subconscious defense chanism earlier.

After so thought, Nan Zhubin asks, “A big wave crashes over, your dad, mom, and brother are gone, what do you feel now?”

If it were in reality, not to ntion in the consulting room, even in casual conversations, asking such questions could likely lead to a hit.

However, now in the[hypnosis]state, such emotionally detached exploration is actually standard.

In a numb tone, the visitor replies, “Empty, all empty, nothing but water and my crying around.”

The visitor says, “They ‘left’ .”