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Chapter 709 Hypnotic Intervention

"Please sit down." Professor Bob gestured.

The three of them sat on the circular sofa by the window.

Outside the window, the night view of the capital city is as bright as the stars, forming a sharp contrast with the dim lights in the lounge.

After we were seated, the waiter brought the drink menu in due time.

Wen Liang was about to take it, but he saw Professor Bob directly said to the waiter: "Give this lady a cup of warm chamomile tea with honey."

He turned to Wen Liang, "You haven't been sleeping well lately. This will help."

Wen Liang looked at Professor Bob in surprise, with an expression that said "how did you know?"

Bob smiled and said, "Many of my patients suffer from insomnia."

Anxiety, tension, insomnia, and psychological problems usually go hand in hand, and he has seen too many of them over the years.

Wen Liang nodded upon hearing this, "Thank you."

Professor Bob did not rush to ask about Wen Liang's situation, but instead chatted with Huo Dongcheng about his experiences in China.

The waiter brought the drinks.

Wenliang held the warm teacup, and the fragrance of chamomile slowly rose in the mist.

She took a sip; the sweet honey perfectly neutralized the slight bitterness of the tea, relaxing her tense nerves a little.

Professor Bob has been in Country Z for half a month.

In the past half month, he has been to two cities, and Beijing is the third one. After the academic conference is over, he will go back.

In these three cities, he not only conducted medical exchanges, but also took one or two days to visit local attractions and revisit old places - he had been to Country Z several times when he was young.

Professor Bob's first stop was Xi'an to visit the Terracotta Warriors.

He had been there several times many years ago and it was no longer new to him, but he would still visit whenever he had the chance and would have new insights every time.

Wen Liang held the teacup and listened to Professor Bob telling about his experiences in Xi'an.

The professor's voice was low and magnetic, as if it had some kind of hypnotic power.

"The faces of those terracotta warriors..." Professor Bob tapped the rim of the cup with his fingers, his gray-blue eyes sparkling with wisdom. "No two of them are the same. Each one is so unique, just like a living person, seemingly similar but different."

Huo Dongcheng shook the whiskey glass in his hand thoughtfully, and the ice cubes collided with each other, making a crisp sound: "Similar to human memory, each section is unique."

Knowing that he was about to get to the point, Wen Liang pricked up his ears.

"That's right." Professor Bob nodded slightly, his eyes becoming profound. "But what's interesting is that these terracotta figurines were originally colorful. Two thousand years have faded the colors, leaving only the original color of the clay."

He looked at Huo Dongcheng meaningfully, "The same is true for memory. Time will blur the details, but the essence will never change."

Huo Dongcheng's fingers gently stroked the rim of the cup: "Bob, don't you think these figurines are more like a container of memory? They carry the mark of that era, but are forever frozen in a certain moment."

"Well said, Alex." Professor Bob smiled approvingly, "But have you ever thought about why Qin Shi Huang built so many different terracotta warriors?"

Regarding this issue, historians have long analyzed that the Terracotta Warriors are the product of the interweaving of politics, military, religion and funeral issues.

But Professor Bob raised an interesting idea, "Because memory is never singular, it requires countless aspects to be complete."

Wen Liang raised an eyebrow after hearing this, it actually made sense.

Through the huge Terracotta Warriors, future generations can imagine how powerful the Qin Dynasty’s military was and how ambitious the First Emperor was in conquering the world.

"It's a pity that those painted figurines quickly oxidized after being excavated, and perhaps the best way to protect them is to keep them in their original state."

Professor Bob chuckled. “But archaeologists are still constantly trying new conservation techniques, aren’t they? Because the truth is always worth pursuing.”

His eyes glanced at Wen Liang vaguely, "Even if there is a price to pay."

After a few simple conversations, he already understood what Wen Liang wanted to consult.

To Wen Liang, the conversation between the two seemed to be full of hidden meanings, as if they were engaging in an invisible confrontation.

The neon lights outside the window cast changing shadows in the professor's gray-blue eyes, reminding Wen Liang of the empty eyes of the terracotta warriors buried deep underground.

"Speaking of conservation technology," Huo Dongcheng suddenly changed the subject. "I heard that molecular-level scanning can now be used to restore the original color of the terracotta warriors?"

"Technology can indeed restore many appearances." Professor Bob took a sip of wine slowly.

"Memorization is also possible?" Wen Liang asked, tilting his head.

Professor Bob took out a leather notebook, a recorder, and a pair of reading glasses from the briefcase beside him.

He put on his glasses, turned to a new page in his notebook, opened his pen, and said, "Come on, tell me about your problem."

Wen Liang glanced at Huo Dongcheng, who nodded slightly.

Wen Liang told Bob the doctor's diagnosis and her own confusion, and showed him her medical records from that year.

Professor Bob listened attentively, took notes, and nodded from time to time.

When Wen Liang mentioned that the doctor suspected her amnesia was related to psychological factors, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Interesting..." Professor Bob looked at his notes, "You mentioned that you get a headache every time you recall something. This symptom is usually caused by..."

"Psychological suggestion?"

"Miss Wen, based on your description and the examination report, I preliminarily judge that your condition is a typical post-hypnotic memory disorder." Bob pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a low and clear voice, "This is not an ordinary psychological suggestion, but a psychological barrier formed through the intervention of professional hypnosis technology."

Wenliang's fingers tightened unconsciously, causing tiny ripples on the surface of the water in the teacup.

It sounds serious.

Seeing Wen Liang's worried expression, Bob continued, "Every time you recall something, you get a splitting headache. This is the psychological barrier at work. Your brain is preventing you from touching the blocked memory because your subconscious mind thinks it is 'dangerous'."

Wen Liang seemed to understand something. "The danger... was reinforced to me by the person who hypnotized me while I was hypnotized."

"Yes."

Professor Bob nodded slightly: "But please don't worry, this condition can be treated."

He took out a document from his briefcase. "This is the relevant research I published in the Journal of Psychology last year. You can refer to it."

Huo Dongcheng took the information and looked through it, frowning more and more: "Bob, treatment also requires hypnosis? This kind of hypnotic intervention... will there be any side effects?"

"Good question." Professor Bob carefully wrote something down in his notebook. "Professional hypnosis itself will not cause physical harm, but if it is not performed properly, it may cause psychological symptoms such as memory disorder and mood swings."

He looked up at Wen Liang, "You mentioned that you get a headache every time you reminisce. This is a typical side effect."

Wen Liang asked, "Will I be able to remember all my memories after hypnosis treatment?"