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Although the man had an ordinary face, his smile was very gentle, making people feel a sense of goodwill and relax upon seeing him.

He was polite and said gently to Edward Stephens, "Mr. Stephens, while Miss Ginger is still asleep, let’s go outside and have a word."

*

Edward Stephens found a café near the hospital.

He sat with a sullen face, extrely cold expressions, leaning on the sofa, looking at Nicholas Woods.

"What’s wrong with her?"

Nicholas Woods sat across from him and said gently, "Mr. Stephens, are you familiar with PTSD?"

Edward Stephens’ eyes flickered for a mont, and he said, "Are you saying that this kidnapping caused her..."

"Not this ti." Nicholas gently interrupted him, speaking softly, "It was eight years ago."

Edward’s hand on the table clenched slightly.

"My professor was her first psychologist eight years ago. She was about sixteen when she first ca, I believe. She ca alone." Nicholas slowly poured a cup of warm water and said softly to Edward, "I was an intern then, and I was the one who received her."

"To be honest, it was the first ti I saw a girl of only fifteen or sixteen, coming for psychological treatnt at a private practice without any family accompanying her." Nicholas seed to feel a bit nostalgic as he spoke of the past, "At that ti, she was very young, but her psychological issues were quite severe."

"What happened to her?" Edward’s voice was hoarse.

"Parents divorced, mother sick, and there was that kidnapping case that shocked the entire Banyan City." Nicholas’ gentle face seed to manage a bitter smile, "The fact that she even had the awareness to seek help was already remarkable."

As Nicholas spoke, Edward seed to picture Daisy Ginger at sixteen—beautiful, sensitive, but extrely fragile.

"However, the biggest issue when she ca for counseling wasn’t actually the kidnapping." Nicholas looked up at Edward. "She said she kept having nightmares and was afraid to sleep. My professor provided psychological counseling and found she had severe bipolar disorder and agitation."

"PTSD, characterized primarily by the repeated ergence of trauma-related scenarios or content in the patient’s thoughts or dreams, can be so severe that it feels like experiencing the traumatic event all over again."

"Daisy’s nightmares were her repeatedly reliving the scene of the kidnapping."

Edward’s voice was hoarse as he asked, "What scene?"

"The scene where you got injured."

"..." Edward’s lips moved slightly but he said nothing, just looked at Nicholas.

"I know you lost that mory." Nicholas smiled a little and took a sip of water, "But for Daisy, that mory is the source of her most severe psychological trauma."

Edward responded indifferently, "And then?"

Perhaps slightly surprised by his cold reaction, Nicholas paused, looking at him.

"My professor used hypnotherapy to perform desensitization treatnt on her. Later, she recalled the scene and wouldn’t recall the details vividly, and psychologically, she’d beco numb to the trauma."

"It was very effective. Her bipolar disorder and mania were alleviated, and even her tendencies towards self-harm and suicide disappeared."

"..." Edward pressed his lips together, frowning again.

"But..." Nicholas paused, "She contacted again this month."

Edward slowly exhaled. He recalled Ian Linton’s kidnapping this ti.

Everything that happened was probably a nightmare revisited for Daisy Ginger.

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