Educated Youth in the Countryside: She is the Village's Embroidery Queen!-Chapter 319: Uncooperative

"Mm."

Mr. Jiang’s emotions suddenly intensified, and in his distress, he grabbed Yi Chichi’s hand so tightly that she gasped in pain.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to."

He instinctively released his grip and sincerely apologized, and before Yi Chichi could reply, he got excited again, "Do you have any way to deal with this trauma-related stress?"

Yi Chichi figured it out.

It was a close elder or comrade who was admitted to the Veterans Hospital due to PTSD.

"...I’m sorry."

Although there are certainly methods, they’re not available now; only in future generations.

There are three effective treatment methods for PTSD.

They are psychotherapy, medication, and physical therapy.

It’s unclear if it can be completely cured, but most likely not.

Otherwise, veterans wouldn’t deal with PTSD by solving it themselves.

Moreover, the current medical conditions do not meet these requirements. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

In this regard, Yi Chichi could only express her helplessness.

"Hypnosis..."

Unwilling to give up, Mr. Jiang seemed to be clutching at straws, but before he could finish his sentence, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Yi Chichi, who said, "No way!"

"Why not?"

Simultaneously, their faces were filled with confusion, wondering why it was not possible.

Isn’t Xiao Kang doing quite well? Up until now, they hadn’t heard any of his tapping sounds.

"Is he a veteran?"

Yi Chichi didn’t rush to answer but began asking about the patient’s specific situation.

Mr. Jiang, thinking there was hope, succinctly introduced the patient’s condition; indeed, he was a veteran who had participated in the northern war.

The situation was very severe, and it was a case of delayed-onset survivor syndrome.

He exhibited symptoms of vigilance, irritability, and avoidance, which were extremely obvious and intense.

His aggression was strong, and upon waking, he would question why he was still alive, possessing various types of erroneous perceptions about himself and those around him.

If an unexpected situation occurred, such as the sound of something falling to the ground, the patient would instantly enter a combat state, seeing everyone as an enemy.

The aggression was too strong, and the danger too high; he could only be sent to the hospital for medical care.

Such situations are not unique; many veterans who have seen combat and blood have similar experiences. Some can adjust themselves, while others cannot escape.

They can only remain trapped in a quagmire and unable to climb out.

After sorting out the situation, she said in response to Mr. Jiang’s expectant gaze, "Sorry, I really can’t do anything, the old gentleman’s cognition is intact, hypnosis won’t work."

"What about modification or coverage?"

"Still no, he won’t cooperate."

His vigilance was too high; in comparison, Xiao Kang was like a little chick, easily led by her into deeper psychological suggestion.

However, the old gentleman’s situation was different; surviving from that place required a combination of luck and ability.

Such a person would rather remain conscious and trapped in a quagmire than agree to let her modify or cover part of his memories.

Amending was out of the question.

When she begins to suggest, the old gentleman might instantly reject it with strong feedback.

Mr. Jiang instantly wilted like a frostbitten eggplant; he rubbed his face, sighing deeply with some bitterness, "It’s too hard."

It is hard, but there is no better solution.

Not everyone is suitable for hypnosis.

Furthermore, the prognosis of PTSD is too complicated, with a tendency to delay and recurrent relapse.

Even future medical advancements adopting the three-pronged treatment approach can’t cure everyone.

Recovery varies; one-third improves, one-third remains a lifelong chronic condition, and the rest choose self-resolution.

"Have his relatives stay with him more during non-episodes."

Yi Chichi could only suggest this.

Mr. Jiang remained silent, while old Yuan sighed, "The old gentleman has no family."

Yi Chichi opened her mouth, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say, so she closed her mouth.

The atmosphere became silent.

Wen Shi checked his watch, surprised, "Honey, it’s been more than thirty minutes, why hasn’t Xiao Kang come out?"

"Has it been that long?"

Yi Chichi hadn’t had a chance to respond before Mr. Jiang and the others reacted in shock.

Wen Shi confirmed, "I’ve been tracking the time; he has indeed been in there for this long."

Instantly, everyone’s gaze shifted to Yi Chichi.

"Let me check."

As she spoke, Yi Chichi quickly approached the object, raised her hand, and knocked on the door, "Xiao Kang, can you hear me?"

There was no response, but soon Xiao Kang pushed the door open with a creak and peered out with clear eyes, asking, "What happened?"

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"No, but actually..."

He scratched his head, somewhat hesitant, "I don’t feel any physical discomfort, just that time felt like it passed so slowly, almost put me to sleep."

Yi Chichi’s face broke into a smile, while Wen Shi and the others began asking excitedly,

"You’re not afraid of the dark anymore?"

"Not afraid."

"No increased heartbeat or body numbness?"

"None!"

"No difficulty breathing, dizziness, or ear ringing either?"

"None..."

As they continued their questions and answers, Wen Shi and the others began laughing.

Great, the kid finally has a chance to become a qualified submariner.

However—

"Could you hear us speaking while you were inside?"

"With the door closed, it’s not too clear, but there’s a little noise."

He was upfront and detailed, "I could hear the knocking sounds clearly."

Wen Shi and the others quickly turned to Yi Chichi, "He can hear the noise."

In unison.

Yi Chichi’s lips twitched slightly, she understood; they wanted to test whether Xiao Kang would come out on his own with absolute silence.

However, based on the principle of safety, she still asked.

As expected, Wen Shi and the others had indeed planned this.

What could Yi Chichi do?

She could only nod, "Let’s test it, I’ll be watching, nothing will go wrong."

Thus, Xiao Kang began a second test.

Meanwhile, Yi Chichi and the others collectively kept silent, each focusing on the clock to measure the time.

In a blink, ten minutes passed, then twenty, half an hour, then forty minutes, yet Xiao Kang still didn’t come out.

Nor did he knock to signal he couldn’t handle it.

Wen Shi and the others grew anxious and began asking Yi Chichi if they could open the door to check on Xiao Kang’s condition.

"Open it."

Yi Chichi had no reason to refuse.

Then, the door opened, and Xiao Kang’s snoring reached their ears.

The air fell silent.

Two seconds later, Lin Qiu Ping, regulating his breath to stay calm, wooden-faced, turned on the light.

In the light, Xiao Kang’s blissfully dreaming face came into view.

He Yunsong clicked his tongue in astonishment, "He’s sleeping soundly."

Goodness, while they were anxiously watching the time outside, worried about his situation.

This guy fell asleep like he had no cares in the world.

Not only did he sleep, but he also did so loudly snoring.

Wen Shi pressed his forehead full of lines, nudging him, "Xiao Kang, wake up."