Lei Zhen was stunned the mont she brought up his staring process. Thus, he could only nod his head occasionally as Samantha inford him of the process.
Even though it was kind of long and boring, all of them were ant to help prepare him and be ready for the questions that might be deed very sensitive.
Soti later, Samantha finally finished listing the procedures and what the therapy would be about.
"Do you understand all of the above or do you need to go over sothing specifically?" Samantha asked.
"I understand all of the above."
"Good, then let's begin with the first question. What are your na and age?" She then asked.
"My na is Lei Zhen and I am currently 25 years old."
"Very good. What is your current occupation and hobby?"
"My current occupation is a part-ti convenience store cashier. And I usually read so of the business news, dical news, and Magnolia news while playing the ga, Magnolia." Lei Zhen answered truthfully.
He wanted to tease and crack so jokes but stopped himself when he realized Samantha was using her professional tone and speech.
Whenever Samantha used such a tone and speech, it ant that she was being serious and that you shouldn't joke around.
That was sothing Lei Zhen had learned quite painfully in the past.
Samantha nodded her head and proceeded to ask so more basic questions which she already knew.
A few minutes later, Samantha started getting into the more serious and sensitive questions. Questions that Lei Zhen might never answer and revealed to others until now.
"When the car accident happened 10 years ago. Have you ever blad yourself for the accident?" She asked solemnly.
Instantly, Lei Zhen was stumped as he remained completely silent, almost as if he wanted to dodge the question by not saying anything.
And seeing such a response and reaction from him, Samantha made sure to jot this down as she patiently waited for his answer. It was clear that she was not going to change another question unless Lei Zhen asked to swap and give his reason for requesting so.
anwhile, Lei Zhen closed his eyes temporarily as he tried to recall the car accident, only to realize that he can't rember a single detail.
"I don't know if you believe , but my mories are extrely fuzzy regarding the car accident. I only know about the accident, but for the precise details, I have zero clue." Lei Zhen responded to the question after pondering it for a long ti.
"Did you have amnesia?"
"I'm not quite positive it was amnesia, but I'm sure that I probably have a condition that automatically locks that specific part of my mory. Every ti I try to rember the details specifically, my brain would hurt, almost as if I have a system built on that prevented from learning the truth."
"Dissociative amnesia…" Samantha muttered softly.
Dissociative amnesia occurred when a person blocked out certain events, often associated with stress or trauma, leaving the person unable to rember important personal information.
'So Lei Zhen had an experience with dissociative amnesia yet I was never able to detect it. Either he was very clever about hiding this matter or soone had done this on purpose.' Samantha thought to herself.
Normally, dissociative amnesia only occurred to certain people at certain events, but with the current advanced era, it was possible for soone to artificially create such a dical condition.
And with her expertise, Samantha was 90 percent positive that Lei Zhen was clueless about his situation, prompting her to believe soone had done it artificially on him to hide sothing.
Alas, the current information she had was far too vague to determine the actual situation.
"We'll leave that question for now and move on to another one then," Samantha said, making sure to note this important information on her tablet.
She then continued to ask other questions that were sensitive but not as much as the car accident. Questions such as his lifestyle and emotion after deciding to live alone, far away from his close family.
30 minutes later, Samantha finally closed her tablet down as she ended their second therapy session officially.
"Alright, two sessions in one day isn't bad and I can see so progress already." Samantha changed her tone of speech and smiled brightly at him.
She knew how hard it was for Lei Zhen to answer most of her questions, especially when she was practically forcing him to expose himself.
anwhile, Lei Zhen sighed in relief when the session was finally over as he gulped down the tea into his throat, seemingly trying to freshen himself up.
His back was soaking wet because it was extrely nerve-wracking the entire ti.
"Is this a three-month policy therapy each session?" Lei Zhen asked. He wanted to know if he only needed to do this every three months. And if he had to be honest, three months might not be enough for him to rest properly.
Samantha shook her head, and Lei Zhen almost flashed a bright smile until she began to speak.
"Not a three-month policy, but a 2-week policy." Samantha flat-out said.
"You are not the sa as other patients I have received who are clueless about the therapy thods. And I am using a unique and almost unethical thod to get through to you." She added, explaining her reason.
"I-I don't think that's possible." Lei Zhen said, getting up as he glanced at the exit door.
"You can run away now, but are you sure you want to do that?" Samantha instantly understood his intention. Nevertheless, she remained seated and had no intention of stopping him if Lei Zhen chose to run away.
She crossed her legs to the other side and calmly sipped on the tea that she had brewed, watching Lei Zhen standing in a daze. It was as if she was extrely sure that Lei Zhen would sit back down.
And sure enough, Lei Zhen sat back down with a defeated expression.
Looking right into her eyes, he asked trembling, "Have I ever told you are extrely frightening and manipulative sotis?"
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