??Chapter 91: Chapter 74: Clues
Chapter 91: Chapter 74: Clues
“… After my parents got addicted to gambling, they beca increasingly irritable. If anything displeased them, they’d beat
to death. One ti, they almost killed
…”
“… After entering junior high, I learned to resist. It infuriated my dad. He took a knife to , cutting a five or six-centiter gash on my arm. My mom took
to the hospital, but since stitching it up would cost a lot, she cursed
out in front of the doctor and patients …”
“… My classmates would show off their birthday gifts in class, but I never had a birthday celebration. When my birthday ca around, I asked my mom if I could have a cake. She slapped
across the face and said I looked like a cake …”
“…”
Zhou Yuan’s tone was so calm it was almost indifferent, as if he were telling soone else’s story. As he talked, the atmosphere in the room gradually beca oppressive and gloomy.
Lv Bo listened quietly, eyes full of sympathy and pity. With such a horrible upbringing, no wonder there was a split in his personality.
Chen Guangxi couldn’t help but lift her paw and gently ruffle Zhou Yuan’s hair.
This kid had it rough.
Although her own family relations were not great either, with a brother who killed their father and a sister who killed that brother, at least her childhood was relatively happy.
Zhou Yuan seed to have opened a floodgate and couldn’t stop talking, speaking for over an hour.
He had been holding it in for so long, without anyone to confide in all these years. Now, influenced by Lv Bo’s special ability, his ntal defenses had crumbled and everything pent up inside him spilled out.
It worked quite well. After sharing everything, Zhou Yuan felt a strong sense of release and relief. His spirit felt lighter, no longer weighed down by sothing heavy deep within his heart.
After a brief silence, Lv Bo twisted the cap off his pen and started writing sothing on paper, analyzing as he wrote:
“It seems your dissociative identity disorder is closely linked to your family’s environnt.
You lived in a high-pressure, insecure environnt for a long ti. To cope with this ongoing stress, your brain created a fictional persona. This persona provided you with a sense of safety, trust, and soone to confide in.
This fictional persona is essentially a symbol of your deep-seated desire for care and protection. You use this personality to escape the pain of reality and seek solace for your soul …”
Suddenly, Lv Bo stopped writing, as if sothing occurred to him. He looked up, a bit puzzled:
“Wait a minute … I rember the file saying your parents took ticulous care of you. They even resigned from their jobs to stay ho and look after you, given your ntal illness…
This doesn’t match the story you’re telling.”
Ah, this… Zhou Yuan said nonchalantly: “They were my adoptive parents.”
“Oh, I see.”
Lv Bo accepted this easily, then looked down at his notes. After a mont, he lifted his gaze, staring deeply at Zhou Yuan:
“Your biological parents are the root cause of your illness, so to cure you, we need to start with them.”
He asked seriously, “Have you ever thought about killing them?”
“…” Zhou Yuan squinted slightly, “Wouldn’t it be abnormal if I hadn’t?”
“That’s great.”
Lv Bo displayed a delighted smile, clapping his hands, “They are your biggest inner demons, the culprits of your miserable childhood, the source of violence. If you go kill them, there’s a high chance it will cure your dissociative identity disorder.
Trust , quite a few patients have been cured this way, I have plenty of experience.”
Getting patients to kill? What kind of treatnt is this!
Zhou Yuan rolled his eyes inwardly and shrugged: “They’re already dead.”
“Really? That’s too bad.”
Lv Bo thought for a few seconds and then asked: “Are you sure you weren’t the one who killed them?”
“Hmm?” Zhou Yuan was puzzled.
Lv Bo explained: “Sotis, the alternate personality of soone with dissociative identity disorder might act without the primary personality’s knowledge. I’ve encountered similar cases where the secondary personality took extre asures to protect the primary one…
For example: murder.
Since it’s all done by the secondary personality, the primary personality wakes up with no mory of that period, naturally unaware of what happened.”
Zhou Yuan shook his head resolutely, “It’s impossible I killed them. They died when I was in junior high. I didn’t have the knowledge base to commit the perfect cri. If I had killed them, I would be in prison now.”
“Not necessarily.”
Lv Bo said, “I once treated a patient with dissociative identity disorder who only had a middle school education and was an absolute dunce. But his alternate personalities were all highly knowledgeable, well-versed in both astronomy and geography, familiar with the classics, and could recite Tang and Song poems at will. In terms of knowledge, they even surpassed many high achievers in the institute.
It’s quite amazing, right? This is because he loved reading, having read hundreds if not thousands of books from various fields during his free ti. Although his primary personality had poor mory and would forget after reading, his alternate personalities had excellent mories and retained all that knowledge.”
“Such things exist?” Zhou Yuan was deeply shocked.
“The world is vast and full of wonders, especially when it cos to ntal illnesses which involve the most mysterious part of the human brain, offering limitless possibilities.
Maybe your situation is similar to this example I provided—your alternate personality might have learned various specialized knowledge without your awareness and committed a perfect cri.”
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