imperial psychologist

Chapter 64
The air almost froze for a while.

Qiu Shi, who was still by Emperor Jianxi's side, felt anxious at the moment—why did godfather Huang Chongde send Qu Xiu off at this very moment?
This Bai Ling is really hard to deal with. If she doesn't stop her, who knows what strange things she will say next!

"Oh, Miss Boling," Qiu Shi said half coaxing and half persuading, "Our Long Live Lord sincerely wants to reward you, so you don't have to worry about anything."

Bai Ling nodded thoughtfully.

"But what you can want and what you can't want, the girl has to weigh herself!"

Emperor Jianxi looked at Qiu Shi from the corner of his eye, and felt a little resentful in his heart.If Huang Chongde was here, he wouldn't say these things.

There's no need to talk, it's better to let her speak.

He wanted to see what amazing things this little girl could come up with.

Emperor Jianxi smiled darkly, "Just say it."

Bo Ling broke into a smile, "Then Your Majesty can sincerely say thank you to me."

Everyone was stunned there.

Bai Ling smiled lightly, "It's a good thing that your majesty is safe. I accept His Majesty's wishes, but the palace pays me money every month, and I don't want any other rewards. For you, for your majesty... it's all Same, this is my rule."

"Heh," Emperor Jianxi curled his lips, "You are so polite."

"Yes." Bo Ling nodded and said with a smile, "Is there a folk proverb, if it rains or not, listen to the Dragon Lord, and if you are sick or not, listen to the doctor's brother. His Majesty gave me the job of medicine, for not Just to let me set my own rules?"

Emperor Jianxi sneered.

"Okay, you are very disciplined." Emperor Jianxi's voice softened, and a real smile finally appeared on his face, "You want me to thank you sincerely, but you don't want me to reward you, so what can I do?" Do... Qiushi."

"Here, master orders."

"You make arrangements." Emperor Jianxi said softly.

Qiu Shi stayed there, but he still asked in a daze, "Master, is he going to arrange... what?"

Emperor Jianxi glared at him, and said softly, "If I were you, I wouldn't ask."

Qiu Shi sighed, and lowered his head with a deflated face.

Come on, what else can I do, I will go to my godfather Huang Chongde and ask, what is Long Live Lord trying to do...

Emperor Jianxi looked back at Bai Ling again, "I will ask you one last question."

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"You said that you have seen many patients like the imperial concubine before. Is it the truth, or is it coaxing her?"

"It's the truth."

"The noble concubine... what is the disease?"

Didn't expect it to be such a problem.

Berlin hesitated for a moment.

The word "depression" does not sound like a serious disease to many people.

Even in the age she lived in, the first impression of these three words was not a serious disease.

A man is broken, the wound is there, he is evidently a sick man;
A person has a fever, and the body temperature is there, he is obviously a patient;
A person who has a stomach ache, who can't sleep all night because of the pain, who sweats profusely from the pain...then he is also an obvious and well-deserved patient.

However, when a person has hyperfunction of the HPA axis, the structure and function of his limbic cortex, striatum, globus pallidus, and thalamus pathways become abnormal, and neurons in the hippocampus are also damaged, resulting in cognitive dysfunction... …who can see these hidden lesions in the brain?

Ordinary people will cry, all will suffer from insomnia, and they will all have time to eat and drink because of sadness and sadness.

But these sad and sad things will gradually get better with time.

So when they see another person crying, insomnia, and not thinking about food and drink, how can they imagine that that person is actually sick?

"Why didn't you reply?" Emperor Jianxi asked again.

Bo Ling raised his eyes and looked directly into Emperor Jianxi's eyes.

"It's depression, Your Majesty."

In this matter, she cannot evade.

If even she doesn't have the confidence to speak positively about the concubine's illness, then who else would have the confidence?
Sure enough, Qiu Shi's eyebrows frowned immediately.

Emperor Jianxi also frowned slightly. He was silent for a long time before asking in a low voice, "...is it a very vicious disease?"

"Well, it's a very troublesome disease." Bo Ling nodded.

Depression is second only to cancer in terms of mortality and is nearly the leading cause of disability worldwide.

But that doesn't belong to the data here, and it doesn't make sense to put it out.

"How many times have you cured?" Emperor Jianxi asked.

Bo Ling thought for a long time and replied, "It should be more than [-]%."

This is the truth.

But that's when medication and psychotherapy work together.

In the framework of modern medicine, depression is not a serious illness.

Mild to moderate cases can be alleviated by counseling, and moderate to severe cases can be controlled by taking medication. Even for extremely serious patients, both psychotherapy and drug therapy fail, and electric shock therapy [1] and transcranial magnetic stimulation are options.

However, the torment this disease brings to patients is unimaginable. Coupled with its concealment, many people do not realize that they need to seek medical treatment. Although other people choose to seek medical treatment, they cannot bear the long or even repeated treat.

So every year, many people die of illness.

"Your Majesty," Qiu Shi stepped forward and whispered in Emperor Jianxi's ear, "The noble concubine's fate is precious and her heart is good, so in her fate, she can always meet noble people and turn danger into good luck."

Emperor Jianxi didn't respond, he just looked at the young Bo Ling, with both examination and exploration in his eyes.

"That's it."

After a long time, Emperor Jianxi finally sighed, "When the imperial concubine wakes up, tell her that I will come to see her again tomorrow."

"Yes..." the palace people responded.

The servant waiting outside had already opened a big umbrella, and Emperor Jianxi walked straight towards the door.

Following the neat and distant "Send Your Majesty" off, his back gradually disappeared into the rain.

A more courageous court lady got up first and went to Bai Ling's side.

"Master Siyao, let me help you up."

Bai Ling held the hand that the man extended—to be reasonable, she really couldn't stand up now.

"Thank you."

This thank you made the hearts of many people move - this eleven or twelve-year-old girl does not seem to be a vicious person.

Another one or two approached and asked in a low voice, "Are you going back to the side hall? Let me hold the umbrella for you."

"Okay." Bo Ling nodded, "I'm sorry to bother you."

"You don't look very well, drink some water."

A cup filled with tea was handed over.

Complicated looks flickered in the eyes of several young palace people.

Before today, there were only two ways to survive in Chengqian Palace.

Either he is good at dancing and flattering those people sent in by Mrs. Qu;
Either be cautious and submissive in everything, be slick on all sides, and pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Neither way is easy to go, but there is no other way to go.

Now it seems that the situation is about to change again. The people who smelled the breath first took the initiative to lean towards Berlin; Draw a line between people.

Bo Ling held the cup and drank water on his back. Out of the corner of his eye, he also saw those eyes with fear and disgust.

The road is obstructed and long, the road is obstructed and long.

　[1] Electroconvulsive therapy (ECT) is usually the choice after all treatment measures have failed. It is usually performed under general anesthesia. The patient is painless throughout the process. It has something to do with the set of Yang Yongxin, the magnetic storm infantryman. nothing.

　　And——Chapter 65 is blocked, I don’t know when it will be released, sigh.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)