??294: Chapter 294 The Reality and Dreams of Exchange
294: Chapter 294 The Reality and Dreams of Exchange
In the office, Tang Guangbo was organizing the dical records on the desk when he saw Xu Huo co in and smiled, telling him to pour himself so water.
Xu Huo poured two glasses of water and placed one in front of him.
Tang Guangbo took out his dical file, “Are you feeling better today?”
Xu Huo didn’t commit to an answer, turning his head to look at the sunlight outside the window.
Tang Guangbo didn’t mind and continued, “Let’s chat for a while.
After you take your dicine at noon, you can go downstairs for a walk, but you can’t go over to the fence.”
“Do you rember what happened yesterday?” Tang Guangbo picked up his pen to take notes, “In the last dream, you ntioned your elder brother and the governnt.
It was very unpleasant.”
Xu Huo looked at him, “A dream?
I thought I was sick?”
Tang Guangbo chuckled in surprise, “Isn’t that what we agreed on?
You clearly know you’re sick and understand better than the other patients how to control yourself, but you don’t like to call it a fantasy.
So, we replace that word with ‘dream’ during the treatnt.”
“I suggested the term ‘dream’ because I think you’re lucid.
Everything in the fantasy is like a brand-new life, exciting, but in the end, you have to return to reality.”
Xu Huo fiddled with his water glass, “How long have I been here?”
“The latest admission for treatnt has been four months,” said Tang Guangbo.
“You’ve co and gone over the years, but this ti you’ve been in treatnt the longest.”
“Was I like this before?” Xu Huo asked, “Talking about player gas and such since I was a child?”
“Of course not.” Tang Guangbo took another file from the drawer and handed it to him, “Dinsional Rift has been popular for only half a year, but it’s been widely banned recently.”
“I don’t rember ever playing this ga,” said Xu Huo.
“That’s also normal,” Tang Guangbo reassured him.
“The human brain is like a huge storage container.
Usually, the closer the mories are in ti, the clearer and more detailed they are.
However, every individual is different, and the brain will autonomously filter out those mories it considers unimportant.”
“You could try to do a mory retrieval.”
“The first ti I ca to the Seventeenth Hospital, there was a doctor who taught
how to gamble,” Xu Huo said.
Tang Guangbo nodded, “This matter has made a very deep impression on you.
Every ti you do a mory retrieval, you add so details.”
He gestured for him to continue.
“Later I beca addicted to gambling, using all possible thods—fighting, betting money, racing, even daring to bet my life when the stakes were high,” Xu Huo seed to be lost in recollection.
“For over a decade, my parents and brother always cleaned up after
until my brother was killed, and then I quit gambling.”
“But having been arrogant and ignorant, I’d offended many people.
I wanted to get out, but others wouldn’t let .
The last ti I gambled was when I had just arrived in Ting City.
I lost everything I could.”
“After that, I entered the ga.
I had just co out of a dungeon with Yan Jiayu, and before I knew it, I was here.”
“Yan Jiayu…” Tang Guangbo wrote down the na, “This is the first ti you’ve ntioned her.”
“I’ve never ntioned her before?” Xu Huo said, “She was the first person I t when I entered the ga.”
“As I just said, you’ve been perfecting this dream,” Tang Guangbo explained.
“The truth is, you’re soone who loves excitent.
But your family upbringing enables you to clearly distinguish right from wrong.
That’s why every dream you tell ends in tragedy.”
“For example, during your first dream therapy, because you were too young to accept yourself, a doctor appeared who taught you gambling tricks.
You also ntioned last ti that he kept controlling you with drugs.”
“Your IQ is very high, and many of the gambling gas were completed online.
There were people who ca to cause you trouble during that period, but it didn’t lead to any serious consequences.
You used to co to the hospital frequently then, realizing the danger of losing control.
After exercising self-control, there was a turning point when you gave up gambling because of your brother’s death.”
“Including later, when you went to Ting City and dread about losing a bet that resulted in having to be a background actor there for ten years, all of these were manifestations of your inner desire to suppress your thirst for excitent with an ordinary and peaceful life.”
He adjusted his glasses as he spoke, “Afterwards, you indeed got better for a while, but then you began to get addicted to gaming.”
“Actually, it’s not that serious.
People can’t suppress themselves forever, or they’ll eventually have a breakdown.
Using ‘another life’ to vent these emotions is a good thing for you.”
Xu Huo watched him, noting that Tang Guangbo had repeated the sa actions three tis now: adjusting his glasses, drinking water, smoothing the corner of the dical record.
“What kind of person am I in your dreams?” he asked.
Tang Guangbo chuckled lightly, “Probably a player who is knowledgeable but very scheming.
Not just —many people in the hospital had cao roles in your stories, including Director Lin, myself, other dical staff, and patients here.”
“I’m sorry,” Xu Huo expressed his apology.
“There’s no need for that; on the contrary, I’m quite pleased,” Tang Guangbo said with a smile.
“At least in your story, I’m a very learned individual.”
Xu Huo also smiled.
“But indulging in dreams indefinitely isn’t good,” Tang Guangbo’s smile faded as he spoke seriously, “Human mory is divided into those that are locked and those that are not.
mories that haven’t been locked can be easily recalled, but the locked ones require so skill to access.”
“You can imagine your brain as a door with locks.
The mories you have forgotten, your true mories, are those that have been locked.
So have one lock; others have many.
Each ti you revisit a mory, you can unlock these locks once.
The more tis they are unlocked, the weaker those locks beco, and when you wake up from your dreams and are clearly aware that your mories are locked, it won’t be difficult to unlock them.”
Xu Huo looked at him, “Doctor Tang, you’re really amazing.”
He had only t him a few tis initially, but he was still sowhat influenced by him.
The Tang Guangbo in front of him finished recording elegantly and asked Yu Qingqing to take him out for a walk.
“Have you finished talking?” Yu Qingqing pushed the door open with a bit of urgency, pulling Xu Huo and heading out.
Xu Huo could tell she was eager to talk, but she held back until they were downstairs before speaking up, “You’ve told Doctor Tang, now tell .
Last ti I turned into a player, right?
What happened after that?”
Xu Huo shook his head, “You weren’t in this one.”
Yu Qingqing looked slightly disappointed, but she quickly perked up, “It doesn’t matter, go on and tell .”
Xu Huo brought up Yan Jiayu again, but Yu Qingqing replied with confusion, “There’s no one by that na in the hospital, where did you see it?”
“Are all the people in my story from the hospital?” asked Xu Huo.
“Not necessarily,” Yu Qingqing said.
“The more significant characters are ones you see often, like —your cousin in your dreams who doesn’t like you, Dai Wenqian as the antagonist, and Zhou Ning who is kind to you as a companion.”
“Dai Wenqian isn’t an antagonist,” Xu Huo said.
Yu Qingqing waved her hand dismissively, “Anyway, I think they are more or less the sa.”
At that mont, a commotion erupted from upstairs.
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