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What does it mean?

Jiang Yueyun looked into Dr. Zhang's eyes, and there was no joke in his wise eyes.

He even patted Jiang Yueyun on the shoulder, "Young man, this is not a place to talk. Take a rest first, let's talk slowly."

Jiang Yueyun's room was in the dormitory on the second floor of the research institute. Half an hour later, Jiang Yueyun washed his face and changed his clothes, and sat in the old doctor's office with a cup of tea in his hand.

Dr. Zhang is now much more serious.

"The first time I met Xiao Lu was eight years ago. At that time, he was in a very bad state, his spirit was hit hard, and he was basically unable to take care of himself."

The old doctor took a sip of tea, "At that time, his father brought him to see a doctor, and asked me to restore his mental state to a normal life within a short time."

"It's ironic to say that Lu Shi's family has a big business, but it is all supported by Lu Chengfeng's father. At that time, his father had already shown early signs of Alzheimer's disease, and the Lu family had no other children. If Lu Chengfeng had been depressed Well, once Father Lu gets sick, the entire Lu Group will fall down and disperse."

"That's why we used a more radical solution - using deep hypnosis to block part of Lu Chengfeng's memory."

"Block memory with hypnosis?" Jiang Yueyun gripped the teacup tightly, "Is it related to his mother?"

"Yes." The old doctor picked up the teapot again and refilled Jiang Yueyun's tea: "His father explained that because his mother's death had dealt a severe blow to him, and Lu Chengfeng was probably too attached to his mother, which caused a great deal of trouble. For ordinary people, it is undoubtedly the best way to slowly open the knot, but Lu's situation at that time could not be delayed, so he had to adopt such a simple and rude method."

The old doctor's voice sank: "I am also responsible for this matter, because at that time I had just made a breakthrough in memory research, and I also hoped to find a practice object. I was greedy and made a hasty decision."

"So what about the effect of the treatment?"

"The effect at that time was good." Dr. Zhang put down his teacup: "Lu Chengfeng woke up quickly after sealing his memory, his mental condition was good, and his father-son relationship even improved. Afterwards, he went abroad and took over Lu's enterprise, Reform, shine in the film and television industry, everything seems to be going well."

"Until... a few days ago..."

The old doctor wiped his face, and the tiredness and guilt on his face could no longer be hidden: "A decision made in a hurry must have consequences. The treatment of psychological problems is like Dayu's control of the flood. Blocking is useless, even if the memory is blocked. , but what has been experienced and formed a deep memory is always there, and it will not disappear if people choose not to watch it.”

"Human brain science still has a long way to go. I was too eager for quick success and lost my awe of nature and the Creator."

"But now, Lu Chengfeng's illness because of his mother's incident obviously touched the painful memory that was blocked for too long. Once it rebounds, it will be like a mountain torrent, unstoppable. Now he is in a coma. The mental torture was caused by the rebound of the previous illness."

"Then the treatment method you just mentioned?" Jiang Yueyun was not uninterested in Lu Chengfeng's medical history, but now he was more concerned about how to wake him up.

"Come with me." The old teacher brought Jiang Yueyun to Lu Chengfeng's ward. The person on the bed had his eyes closed and his face was pale and haggard.

"The effect of the sedative on him is weakening. I estimate that within a few days, the sedative will no longer have any effect on him." The old doctor checked the flow rate of the drip, bowed his head and remained silent for a while.

As if he had made up his mind, Dr. Zhang said softly, "I once presided over a research project, using equipment to realize the sharing of consciousness. At the beginning of this research project, it was intended to be used in the military to assist in the treatment of PTSD. But in practice, it didn’t work out well.”

"What do you mean the effect is not good?" Jiang Yueyun remembered the conversation in the stairwell just now.

"Consciousness sharing is not like in the movies where the therapist enters the patient's consciousness and can simply guide it. On the contrary, after the therapist enters the patient's consciousness, he immediately becomes a member of the scene and is coerced by the patient's consciousness. Let's put it this way, it is equivalent to throwing a person into an unfamiliar place, and we can only rely on our own cognition to help the patient get out. Most soldiers with PTSD have nightmare-like experiences, and the mental stability of the healer is very important. The requirements are extremely high. The experiment was carried out several times, and few people were able to succeed, and the most serious accident caused the consciousness of two people to be broken at the same time and unable to wake up. Therefore, this research was abolished."

"Then why do you bring this up?"

The tiredness on the old man's face deepened: "The experiments in the military only matched the mental thresholds of the two parties who shared consciousness, but they couldn't guarantee the emotional connection. After all, it was just a training program. At that time, I argued hard and hoped to strengthen Emotionally matched, but the military still vetoed it on the grounds that it was too risky."

"I know that you are lovers. If your mental thresholds match, maybe you can give it a go."

"Of course," the old doctor changed the subject: "After all, the risk is very high, you have to think carefully."

The old man looked at Jiang Yueyun nervously. This tall and handsome man didn't look at him, as if carelessly, he stretched out his thin white fingers and gently touched Lu Chengfeng's browbones, eyes, and bridge of nose, and finally touched Lu Chengfeng's browbones, eyes, and nose bridge. A kiss on the lips.

Looking at the anxious doctor with exquisite eyebrows, Jiang Yueyun replied softly: "There is nothing to consider, please start now."

Mental threshold is mysterious to say, but it is very simple to measure.

Jiang Yueyun was lying on the bed with a bunch of electrodes stuck on his forehead. Dr. Zhang was operating the equipment. After a while, he felt nothing and was notified that the test was over.

The measurement data from Lu Chengfeng came out soon, and Dr. Zhang took two copies of the data and plunged into the laboratory.

The results will not come out until two days later, but Dr. Zhang reminded Jiang Yueyun that in these two days, learning more about Lu Chengfeng's mother's past may be helpful for his mission.

It was already late at night, Jiang Yueyun sat in front of Lu Chengfeng's hospital bed, skillfully tucked up the quilt for him, took a small hot water bottle, filled it with warm water, and placed it under Lu Chengfeng's drip.

After finishing everything, he lowered his head and took out the spelled newspaper from his pocket.

Fang Fang has already found someone to translate the Italian into Chinese.

The report is not detailed, it only mentions that Luo Shuyu, the wife of Lu's president, was kidnapped in Huaguo, but unfortunately suffered severe injuries during the rescue process, and passed away two years later.

In the newspaper, the gentle woman is still smiling, but her soul is gone.

Staring at the photo, Jiang Yueyun began to check her recent memories bit by bit. Where did she see this smile?

After suffering a headache for a long time to no avail, he picked up his teacup and wanted to take a sip of water, but his raised hand accidentally touched Lu Chengfeng's infusion tube.

Subconsciously withdrew his hand, the little tea left in the cup splashed out and landed on the repaired newspaper.

The newspaper itself has been plasticized and is not afraid of water.The tea condensed into droplets on the smooth plastic film, magnifying a name in front of Jiang Yueyun's eyes.

Luo Shuyu, Shuyu...

Jiang Yueyun suddenly remembered that the investor of Jin'an Special Children's School is called Shuyu Foundation.

When the fog cleared, Jiang Yueyun suddenly became enlightened. In her mind, in the photo on the wall of Meng Jing's office, the woman named Luo Shuyu was showing her a gentle smile!

The next day, Jiang Yueyun went to City W. When he arrived at "Jin'an", the teaching assistant was leading the children to play in the playground. Fawn was sitting under the sun in a new suit, still expressionless.

But when Jiang Yueyun walked into the campus, Xiao Lu suddenly raised his eyes. The sun shone on his small round face, reflecting those pure and clear eyes extremely brightly.

Jiang Yueyun went to Meng Jing's office, learned more about the situation of the Shuyu Foundation, and rushed back to the research institute in the evening.

The matching result of the mental threshold has come out, 20 percentage points higher than the average, fully meeting the needs of consciousness sharing.

Lu Chengfeng's drug control time has been shortened to two hours, that is to say, he has to receive a drug injection every two hours, and the effect of the tranquilizer on him will soon disappear.

After taking a bath, Jiang Yueyun put on a large surgical gown, and lay peacefully on the bed beside Lu Chengfeng.

Without the cool facilities in sci-fi movies, the consciousness sharing equipment in this world is horribly simple.

Groups of wires of various colors were connected to the equipment and electrodes, and were attached to the two people's bodies.

Lu's medical team was fully equipped and on standby, and the two were still wearing bottles.

Doctor Zhang stood at the end of the bed between the two of them, looking at Jiang Yueyun seriously: "When sharing consciousness, you need to open your memory to the other party. No matter what kind of memory it is, please try not to cover it up. I can't tell you how to find him now. According to According to the previous subject's description, when you find him in the fragments of memory, the feeling should be very strong."

The old man pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose: "After entering, the last place you are in may be your memory or his. Remember, your task is to take him home."

Your task is to bring him home!

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