Regretful Beijing Marriage

Jiang Yining paused for half a second, then hurriedly pushed away Fu Huaiyan's arm that was wrapped around her.

Stand up straight and keep your distance.

His body heat still lingered on the fabric of his clothes.

It was scalding hot.

Its presence is simply too strong.

So Fu Huaiyan was following along the whole way to explain.

Is he also protecting her?

As soon as the thought crossed Jiang Yining's mind, she immediately cut it off.

He's just her ex-husband.

Whatever he thinks, it has nothing to do with him.

Jiang Yining let out a breath and turned her gaze back to the man in front of her.

The man's eyes remained fierce.

His entire body was on guard, like a layer of upright thorns.

But Jiang Yining still caught the struggle in his eyes.

There was more than just malice in his eyes.

They still retain their rationality.

Jiang Yining glanced at Fu Huaiyan and asked.

"How did he get his injuries and illness?"

"He was betrayed and captured while carrying out a top-secret mission."

Fu Huaiyan explained.

"The enemy used psychotropic drugs to extract confessions for a long time, but he kept the secret and didn't speak up."

"But after being rescued, I was left with severe post-traumatic stress disorder."

"Many top psychologists in the industry have taken on this case, and they have all been at a loss."

"He has hurt people, and he has been on the verge of collapse several times."

After listening, Jiang Yining looked at the man again with a newfound respect in her eyes.

Those who defend their country should not meet such an end.

These patients are actually quite easy to treat.

Jiang Yining opened her phone and played a documentary.

Then he stepped forward.

Fu Huaiyan frowned and reached out to stop her.

"Don't go near him, he's not thinking straight right now."

"I know what I'm doing."

Jiang Yining stepped aside to avoid him.

She walked up to the man, turned her phone screen towards him, and pressed play.

"Don't be afraid, those who hurt you have already been driven away."

"What you wanted to protect has remained, and everything will be alright."

The man's entire body was taut like a fully drawn string.

As she approached, he almost instinctively tried to push her away.

Fu Huaiyan lowered his eyes and took a step forward.

But before he could protect him, the man suddenly stopped.

His gaze was fixed on the screen.

Jiang Yining played a real documentary video of soldiers in combat.

There was no deliberate attempt to evoke emotion.

Unedited footage.

There was only a group of people like him.

Charge into battle amidst the smoke of gunpowder.

Because of them, the video ends with a bright future.

The man's eyes welled up with tears, and he snatched Jiang Yining's phone away.

His fingertips trembled violently, and his lips moved.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't utter a word.

This made Fu Huaiyan stop in his tracks, and his gaze towards Jiang Yining held a different kind of emotion.

She seemed to be more capable than he had imagined.

A man's innate courage makes him protect himself.

Contact therapy.

It can even hurt people.

Those experts did try to forcibly restrain him and hypnotize him.

But in the end, it only makes men more violent.

Jiang Yining only needed to play a video to calm the out-of-control man down.

The man's eyes were red as he watched it over and over again.

After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a hoarse voice.

"Is this real? Is it all true?"

"Have we really won?"

"Of course it's true."

Jiang Yining's voice was soft, but every word was clear.

"The safety and well-being of our country are thanks to the lives you gave."

"All those bad guys have been wiped out, not a single one is left."

Upon hearing this, the man's back, which had been tense for many years, finally relaxed.

When he handed the phone back to her, his fingertips were still trembling, and his lips moved slightly.

"Thanks."

He paused for a few seconds, then cautiously raised his head.

"Tomorrow...can I watch it one more time?"

"sure."

Jiang Yining smiled slightly.

"You can do it every day from now on."

Mental illness requires targeted treatment.

This is something the mentor has repeatedly mentioned from the very beginning.

And yet, such a small thing is forgotten by many people.

Fu Huaiyan stood silently to the side the whole time.

Only then did he ask a question in a low voice.

"What did you show him?"

Jiang Yining turned her phone screen around.

A documentary about a real mission.

The image is blurry.

But it feels very real.

After reading it, Fu Huaiyan remained silent for a moment, his eyes flickering.

"How did you discover the symptoms in such a short time?"

"The specialists who treated him did consider seeing him, but he wasn't cooperative."

"That's just because they used the wrong methods, trying to use hypnosis or radical approaches, which will only worsen the condition."

Jiang Yining put away her phone.

There is no universal template for psychological intervention.

"Diseases that appear similar can have completely different underlying causes."

"For post-traumatic stress disorder, forcibly suppressing it with medication will only exacerbate the conflict."

"Following the patient's convictions and finding resonance in their spiritual core is the true solution."

"This is something every therapist should do..."

Before she could finish speaking, He Xiuyuan suddenly walked over quickly with red eyes.

She grabbed Jiang Yining's hand tightly, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Ningning, did you calm Ayi down?"

"Mr. He, I didn't do anything. This gentleman is actually not sick."

Jiang Yining shook her head and explained.

"He's just trapped by traumatic memories; medication can't resolve his obsession."

"Let him watch these kinds of documentary videos every day, go out for walks often, and let him get rid of the shadow of self-trauma. He will recover in no time."

Su Zhiyan stood to the side, her eyes also reddening.

"Uncle Yi is a benefactor to my grandmother and me."

"We tried everything but nothing worked. I never expected you could do it. You're even more amazing than I thought."

"Zhiyan, as a psychologist, the first thing you need to do is to understand your patients' hearts."

Jiang Yining said calmly.

"Most post-traumatic stress disorder symptoms are not physical, but rather stem from obsessions."

"Today, the public relies too much on quantitative diagnosis and drug intervention, but forgets that the core of psychotherapy is empathy."

"If a doctor cannot enter the patient's heart, he cannot solve the patient's problem."

She didn't mean anything by what she said.

It's simply about passing on the mentor's philosophy.

I also wanted to help Su Zhiyan avoid some detours.

"You did it."

Fu Huaiyan's deep voice rang out from above.

Jiang Yining subconsciously looked up and met the other person's deep eyes.

There was an emotion in those eyes that she couldn't understand...

She didn't like this feeling.

Jiang Yining awkwardly looked away, only to find that the surroundings had suddenly become quiet.

Immediately afterwards, applause erupted from the crowd.

Before we knew it, the place was surrounded by people.

Those who were dissatisfied with her just moments ago now only have admiration and respect in their eyes.

"No wonder they received the gold invitation... Their knowledge and skills are truly deserving!"

"Dr. Jiang's words woke me up. Our circle relies too much on books and routines, and has forgotten the most fundamental things."

Countless people flocked to Jiang Yining, hoping she could offer them more guidance.

Jiang Yining never refuses these kinds of offers.

Just as they were getting along well, she glanced up casually.

My gaze suddenly met Shen Miaoyin and Meng Yao...