Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 758 - 649: This Is Absolutely Scientific (Part 2)

The eyes gradually turned from confused to determined.

Nan Zhubin seized the opportunity and said, "Don’t get distracted, everyone focus on the foam in your hands, feel its slipperiness..."

"You can sll the freshness of the soap, and also listen to the sound of the flowing water..."

Nan Zhubin’s voice beca long and drawn-out: "These are all helping you expel the miasma from your body. With each count, the miasma decreases a little."

This segnt of language instruction focuses on using collective suggestion to perform [multi-sensory anchoring] and gradually providing villagers with a sense of [control].

Rubbing hands with warm soapy water not only uses the weak alkalinity of soap to relieve skin itchiness, but the warm water also stimulates skin temperature receptors, promotes blood circulation, relieves muscle tension, and awakens numb body sensations.

At the sa ti, the warm soap foam can also provide tactile sensations of "softness" and "warmth," complented by auditory sensations of running water, the olfactory sensation of soap’s fragrance, and the visual sensation of learning hand-rubbing movents.

These all form a multi-sensory stimulus loop, quickly occupying the villagers’ neural transmission systems.

The synchronized counting and operation by the group can also form a powerful positive suggestion and provide a visual standard.

Uncle Chen, like a marionette, is not the only one; the villagers are the sa. In such a situation, rely telling them "to wash their hands" is not enough. They need a very objective, asurable standard, like "rub hands thirty tis."

No matter whether this standard is aningful or not, as long as it allows them to achieve an observable goal, it can bring positive psychological benefits.

...

Nan Zhubin looked at the villagers washing their hands, while the staff around him, who had been briefly educated by Nan Zhubin on so ergency plan principles, were also very nervous.

The beginning is always the hardest, as long as the villagers are willing to complete this step, it will be easier thereafter. So social workers even thought, why not let these villagers wash their hands for ten minutes straight, until the main rescue team gets the news and cos to control the scene...

Reality would not go so smoothly, of course.

A sudden angry shout ca from the back of the crowd: "It’s all a trick! What exorcism soup, it’s just ordinary soapy water! Uncle Chen, you smashed the shrine, and now you’re helping outsiders deceive everyone!"

The social worker who had just been daydreaming was suddenly shocked.

Fortunately, the next second, a hand pressed on his shoulder, calming him down internally.

This hand naturally belonged to Nan Zhubin.

Nan Zhubin looked toward where the shout ca from. If he rembered correctly, this old man was the leader of the Spiritual Defenders. Several tis before, when Ah Lai wanted to rush at him during his actions at the settlent, he was the one who stopped him.

Now, while the other Spiritual Defenders remained silent, he stood up.

However, Nan Zhubin examined the man and did not think having soone question was a bad thing.

The old man’s face was full of anger, his temple veins pulsating prominently: "We’ve believed in the Dragon King for so long, why say the plaque is fake? This water can’t get rid of the miasma; you just want us to stop believing in the Dragon King and beco rootless people!"

He watched as the old man shouted while pushing through the crowd, walking forward. The villagers, who had started washing hands, imdiately stopped, hesitation appeared in their eyes, and a few timid ones even retreated backward. The chaos, which had been suppressed, seed to rise again.

Wang Lili, who was maintaining order, turned pale, instinctively wanting to step forward and explain, but she was stopped by Nan Zhubin who lifted a hand as her foot just moved.

"It’s okay, keep doing your thing," Nan Zhubin said to Wang Lili without even looking up.

Then he looked at the old man: "You seem to have a lot of questions."

The old man stuck out his neck, his chest heaving violently: "Without the Dragon King’s protection, will rely washing hands be effective? No matter how you explain, it won’t work!"

"It’s okay," Nan Zhubin nodded, "It’s fine if you don’t believe , I don’t need to explain to you. The Dragon King will explain to you, will tell you the plaque is fake, and washing hands is useful."

As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced at the old man’s heavy dark circles and bloodshot eyes—truth be told, these Spiritual Defenders were indeed diligent to the point of neglecting sleep and food, which was now convenient for him.

"You will see the Dragon King in your dream, and He will repeat what I said to you." Nan Zhubin raised his left hand, with his index finger and thumb touching.

—Snap.

The villagers nearby squealed in fright, instinctively wanting to dodge the falling old man. Nan Zhubin, having anticipated this, stepped forward to support him, and instructed Wang Lili, "It’s okay, he’s just asleep. Carry him to the next tent and cover him with a blanket; when he wakes up, he’ll co around."

Seeing the man really "invited by the Dragon King to sleep," the villagers were all bewildered for a mont, then no one questioned any longer, all lowered their heads and continued rubbing their hands, counting in unison, "seventeen, eighteen, nineteen..."

The line quickly beca orderly, leaving only the sound of water, hand-rubbing, and clear counting.

Wang Lili was also bewildered. After handing the old man over to a colleague, she whispered to Nan Zhubin, "Teacher Nan, can you really make him see... the Dragon King?"

"Perhaps I can, perhaps I cannot." Nan Zhubin looked at the crowd without turning his head.

Wang Lili was stunned: "Then why did you..."

"Because I can make him fall asleep one hundred percent, which is a scientific, psychological thod. Whether he can eventually dream of the Dragon King, I can’t control that completely—but it doesn’t matter, at least for now everyone believes he was sent into dreams by the Dragon King."

Upon hearing Nan Zhubin’s explanation, Wang Lili seed to understand a little, but also seed more confused: "Oh, a scientific, psychological thod... is it?"

Ignoring Wang Lili, Nan Zhubin returned to Uncle Chen’s side and said softly, "Uncle, continue leading everyone to count, rub hands thirty tis, then wash them clean, shake three tis to completely shake off the residual miasma, and then give room for the villagers behind you."

Seeing Nan Zhubin make another person fall asleep instantly for the second ti, Uncle Chen now trusted Nan Zhubin even more and quickly accelerated the pace, leading everyone to count to thirty, then shouted, "Wash clean! Shake three tis!"

The villagers followed suit.

The warm water washed away the foam, leaving the fragrance of soap and the warm sensation on the skin.

Soone, after shaking their hands, instinctively touched their arm and whispered, "It seems... it really doesn’t itch anymore?"

After a while.

Li Lingling stood beside Nan Zhubin, looking at the orderly crowd, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

She raised a hand to wipe the cold sweat off her forehead and reported in a low voice: "Everyone from the settlent point, regardless of whether they believe in the Dragon King or not, have been pulled over and have completed handwashing; the remaining fifteen are either those with severe symptoms or elderly and children who have mobility issues, they’ve been helped to the central clearing."

Nan Zhubin nodded, his gaze sweeping over the central clearing—where the ten villagers with the most severe symptoms were gathered: three clutched their throats, wheezing heavily, while social workers familiar with first aid stayed close to them; five crazily scratched their arms or legs, blood beads seeping through clothes to form dark dots; the rest had vacant eyes, pacing unconsciously, muttering repeatedly, "Dragon King, don’t abandon ..."

"Brother," Nan Zhubin called Chonghui, his tone still calm, as if rely arranging an ordinary task, "Please lead our people to form a semicircle, block the view from outside, don’t let the severe symptoms stimulate others, and don’t let unrelated people crowd in."

"Then co over to help , let’s speed up the process."

Nan Zhubin took a deep breath, "It’s ti to begin ergency interventions for severe symptoms, to target and alleviate their fatal symptoms."

[In Group Hysteria] severe symptoms can be very dangerous and even life-threatening.

However, maintaining the overall order of the settlent took precedence, until now dical care personnel could only do their utmost to alleviate the symptoms.

Now that Nan Zhubin was free, he naturally ca over imdiately.

At the entire settlent, only Chonghui and he had the ability to perform this intervention.

Need to be quick.

Thinking this, Nan Zhubin looked up and glanced at Aunt Zhang, who had the most severe symptoms.