0287 Chapter 7 The sound of the piano is still looking for the sound Chapter 41 End
Writing desk, bookcase, rocking chair, standing clock, row of sofas...
The room, which is not small in size, has obviously been carefully decorated. The various solid wood furnishings are covered with lace curtains and soft cushions, making the room look warm and relaxing.
The most eye-catching one is the red sofa and lounge chair in the middle of the candy-patterned carpet.
There was a girl in a dress lying on the recliner. She was so thin that she looked like a helpless kitten huddled on the large recliner. Her skinny figure seemed to be malnourished compared to the beautiful new dress she was wearing.
Very inconsistent.
The girl's facial features were exquisite and her eyes were closed tightly. But her face was twitching slightly, as if she had experienced something painful in her sleep.
"The process seems to be a bit unsatisfactory. Whether it is induction or oppression, Qingyuan's resistance is very strong. It is hard to imagine that a child's mind can be so stubborn and cunning. It can be said that he is the most interesting of all my patients so far.
One already.
But the treatment ends here. After that, we will conduct a complete set of identification tests. Whether it is still a pathological sexual orientation, or a tendency to violence, self-mutilation, or even an inability to control one's emotions that have been gradually exposed in previous treatments.
Even if her performance is exposed in the test, I can legally perform surgery on her."
The middle-aged doctor in a white coat sat up from the other sofa in front of the girl, his voice was low and magnetic.
There were two old-fashioned tape recorders on the coffee table at the doctor's hand. The tape on one had reached its end and read "Hypnosis Guidance: Glassworks" on it, while the other was recording. As he stood up, he turned off both tape recorders.
"Isn't it said that mental treatment requires patients to relax? Let me tell you, your white coat is the cause of the unsmooth process. Sooner or later, your psychiatrist's committee should ban wearing white coats and contacting crazy people." On the sofa, there was a man full of people.
The fat woman complained.
"Shut up! My daughter has become a lunatic who likes the same sex. I think it is probably inherited from you. You Britons all have glass-oriented genes." The man standing at the window turned around: "Attention, we are
People with status, this is my glorious and great motherland, please don’t behave in public."
He had a shiny parted hair and smoked a pipe in his mouth. His unforgettable fat figure stretched his specially made oversized suit to the point where it could not be buttoned. It was obvious that this man had gained weight in recent times.
There is growth.
Throughout the treatment, he had been looking fascinatedly at the street outside. The crowd was marching, wearing the armbands of the Workers' Party and holding high the head of the Führer. The trams and carriages of wealthy gentlemen were all parked aside to prepare for the parade.
Give Way.
"Now I really want to know where the bitch who taught her to be bad is," the fat man said and leaned in front of the doctor. The second half of the sentence became a whisper: "Both girls are mine, only the money will be returned."
If you break our agreement, it will be of no benefit to anyone."
"Oh, Your Excellency, Major. You don't have to worry at all. That child does not have such a prominent status as a daughter. For a Social Democratic Party member without a family and a female gangster who dyes her hair into colorful colors, even the committee will not interfere with a reputable person.
diagnosis made by a psychiatrist.
He is now in the isolation ward and has made an appointment for surgery next week. When dealing with garbage with abnormal orientation, an ice pick is the best kindness. May God bless us," the doctor said, also suppressing the last part of his voice.
Low:
"After a week, you can have two well-behaved pets at your mercy. Believe me, every mark you spend is worth it."
The obese woman leaned down with difficulty to observe her daughter who was gradually waking up. She did not hear clearly the lowered voices of the two people by the window. She pouted at the girl on the sofa in disgust and said:
"Isn't this superfluous? It's because you insisted on using some ice pick therapy that those guys from the Medical Ethics Committee started to pay attention to our daughter. This operation will cost a lot of money. If you ask me, just put this aside
The arrogant child was sent to a lunatic asylum to be isolated, and her problems could be dealt with after the war was over.
If something goes wrong with the treatment, won't it affect your reputation in the army? Didn't you say that you will go to the front line to start a war with the east soon? "
"Shut up! This is top secret!" The fat man who separated was furious, and then glanced at the doctor and tried to calm down: "My daughter was found to be a lunatic, and I have been completely ridiculed by my colleagues. This matter must be done before I leave.
Done! If they accidentally escape later, our family's honor will be completely destroyed!"
The fat woman glanced at her husband sadly, then lowered her head: "Shh, she's awake. My deer, go and check with the doctor again. Don't worry, we will find a treatment soon to keep your spirits up."
and orientation became normal again.”
The doctor curled his lips after hearing this. "Normal" may not be possible, but "well-behaved and obedient" is fine. Isn't this exactly what your husband needs?
The little girl glanced at her mother, with no trust, dependence, fear or hatred in her eyes.
The fat man nodded with satisfaction. The treatment was still effective, and this time the daughter no longer struggled and resisted when she heard her mother's words. He liked this obedience, and an obedient girl is a good girl.
But within a few seconds, his plump face quickly frowned: "It's time for us to change our daughter's name. Since you have drawn a clear line with your family and surrendered to the empire, the English name Xiaolu is no longer used.
How fitting. She needs a new German name. We are at war, after all."
The couple argued in low voices, while the doctor was already behind the desk in the other corner of the room starting to perform final tests on the girl named Xiaolu.
Doctor: "How do you feel now?"
Xiaolu: "Very good, very sober, seems to have forgotten a lot of bad things."
Doctor: "Tell me about your ideal love partner."
Xiaolu: "I'm still young, so I shouldn't think about those things now. But if I think about it in the future, I hope to be a tall and powerful person. Only in this way can the noble bloodline be continued."
Doctor: "Please choose three of these colors that you like best now."
Little Deer: "Black, white, red."
The doctor lowered his voice slightly: "What do you think of your parents? If you think they are not good to you, you can trust me to speak out. Trust me, I have the ability to protect you."
Xiaolu answered calmly: "I love them very much. I seemed to be very ill before, but they were always by my side and allowed me to recover in the end. Of course, I have to thank you for this."
The doctor frowned: "What is fifty-six times seventy-two?"
"Four thousand and thirty-two." Xiao Lu only thought for five or six seconds before blurting out.
A picture was pushed in front of Xiaolu: "What do you feel about her."
The photo showed a girl with hair dyed in various colors, wearing a lunatic asylum-style straitjacket with sleeves crossed from the front to the back. When the photo was taken, she was tied to a metal chair, drooling, and had an electric shock therapy helmet on her head.
So I can't see my eyes.
Xiaolu frowned slightly and seemed to think for a while before replying: "She was my best friend. I'm very sad to see her like this. But she must be sick. I hope your treatment can help her recover soon."
…
Xiaolu's voice was always cold and clear, without any emotion in it. Half an hour later, the inspection was completely completed.
"I have to inform you of good news. The hypnotherapy just now was unexpectedly successful. Your daughter is completely normal. She has no violent tendencies, no self-mutilation, no antisociality, and is no longer troubled by abnormal love.
Yes, she was completely cured."
When the doctor said it, he didn't believe it. But science believes in data, and he tried his best not to show a proud smile in front of the major.
"Great!" the fat woman cheered.
"What!" The fatter man stared at the doctor with a look like "You're fucking kidding me."
The doctor smiled bitterly: "There is only so much I can do. It is impossible to force the patient to perform ice pick therapy when there is sufficient evidence of recovery. But at least she is still under your supervision. What to do with her after that is your own business."
.As for the handling of the other person, I promise to fulfill the agreement."
Homosexuality is one of the most difficult to cure among many psychiatric symptoms. This is a miraculous hypnotic cure. The recordings and questionnaires will bring him great fame in the academic world, and even the opportunity to go to a concentration camp to host experiments.
The doctor would not destroy the records just for the Major's consultation fee, which was several times more than usual, even if he could do it.
A family of three left the clinic. The exaggerated size difference made it difficult to think of them as a family.
Then the man suddenly turned around and opened the door again:
"I've also heard some of your tests. They're just some questions. You won't be deceived by her, right?" the fat major asked unwillingly.
The doctor shook his head affirmatively: "Psychological tests pay attention to reliability, validity and sensitivity. Only after they pass the experiment can they be put into clinical use. My questions contain many traps and verification questions with repeated meanings. Unless
You have to receive professional training, otherwise any intentional concealment will be exposed."
Outside the door, the girl's machine-like calm face suddenly showed a trace of ferocity, and her eyes were a little moist. But this expression disappeared in a flash, and was immediately replaced by a sinister smile at the corner of her mouth.
It's the kind of cunning you often see on Qu Yun's face, almost exactly the same.
At an angle that no one paid attention to, an invisible and weak cyclone was generated between the girl's fingers.