imperial psychologist

Chapter 80 The Young Man of Unknown Origin

... (continued)
"Past medical history":
The imperial concubine had a similar period of depression on the eve of entering the palace at the age of 16, manifested as obvious difficulty in falling asleep and compulsive behavior, and repeatedly washed her hands many times a day.

She didn't understand the reasons for these situations at all, and vaguely believed that her life process was interrupted by the sudden "entry into the palace"-her original plan was to follow her elder brother to the north to become a female general.But then, under the persuasion of her mother and second brother, she realized her value as a woman to the family;
Soon after entering the palace, all symptoms disappeared by themselves.

"Work(?)":
1. From the perspective of "promoting from a nobleman to a noble concubine in 11 years", the "workplace" career of the noble concubine was very successful.The only fly in the ointment may be that currently only the status of imperial concubine has been promoted, but the title of imperial concubine has not yet been conferred.

Originally, after the birth of the dragon heir, it should be logical to give the title "Zhuang", but the courtiers strongly opposed it because of the suicide.

2. Climbing to a high position was a major goal she pursued in the past, but she has been bored with it in the past year and is also tired of playing the role of "noble concubine".

3. When asked the question "What kind of life does the empress expect?", the imperial concubine showed a very confused expression. In the subsequent conversation, she could neither understand why I asked such a question, nor did she know How to answer.

"Initial diagnosis and treatment goals":
1. Severe depression accompanied by intense anxiety.Insomnia and loss of appetite further physically impaired her mobility.

But it’s worth mentioning that we maintained excellent eye contact throughout the conversation, and she occasionally joked in a self-deprecating way at the end of events as she proceeded through the narrative. The outlook remains optimistic;
2. After the discussion, we decided to have a consultation every seven days. If she needs to increase the number of consultations temporarily during the seven-day interval, she needs to make an appointment at least one day in advance;
In addition, after today’s consultation, we spent about half an hour on the first mindfulness practice guidance. From now on, the imperial concubine needs to spend about half an hour every day to practice according to the instructions of the body scan; every evening to communicate on the day of practice Condition.

3. In terms of fees, each consultation is one tael per hour, ten times a settlement; the mindfulness guidance lasts for three months, and the cost is 20 taels in total; all go to a separate doctor for reimbursement;

……

After writing this, Berlin paused for a while.

She quietly recalled yesterday's conversation with the imperial concubine in the East Side Hall, to confirm whether she still missed any important information.

After a while, she lowered her head and continued writing——

"A few worrying additions":
1. Although this was not my intention, I have realized that at the beginning of this consultation, I have seriously violated the code of ethics of modern counseling.

First of all, for this consultation, I have no way to contact any supervisor for myself-this means that if I make a mistake in the operation during this process, there will be no peers or seniors who can provide me with support and guidance;

Secondly, out of self-preservation and other force majeure, I have gradually been involved in the life of the imperial concubine.This dual, even multiple relationship is an inevitable problem for me to face.Whether this will cause my subsequent judgment on her to be biased, or weaken the role of the consultant in the consultation...I don't know.

I can only do my best.

2. In addition, my personal situation also seems to be wrong.Since the beginning of this year, I have repeatedly returned to middle school in my dreams, dreaming of the last time I saw my aunt.I still can't figure out why this is happening, but I have to think of some ways to seek some help for myself——

There was a soft sound of "pa--".

A small stone hit from behind diagonally, just landed on Bo Ling's pen, causing her to draw an ink line on the paper involuntarily.

Bo Ling came back to his senses from the memory.

She instinctively put down the pen, put the half-written manuscript in the book, and closed it.

Just after doing this, a head poked out from the top of the rockery.

"what are you doing?"

Bo Ling raised his head in response—the person lying on the rockery was the azure boy he met the day before yesterday.However, today his clothes have changed from the long gown the day before to a dark gray official robe.
This is obviously a real imperial bodyguard uniform.

Bo Ling put the book with the manuscript back in his bag as if nothing had happened, leaving only a few insignificant notebooks on the small table.

At this moment, her heart beat a little faster—that little stone just now was indeed Shisi's warning.

...It seems that the Royal Garden is not completely safe.

"Pray for incense." Bo Ling replied calmly.

The young man smiled, and patted the incense burner on the top of the rockery—it was placed by Bai Ling himself the day before yesterday because he thought it would be intoxicating by his side.

With one arm around the censer, the young man jumped down and landed firmly beside Bai Ling, "The censer is empty, why are you praying for incense? I think you are being lazy."

Bo Ling laughed, scratching his head as if a little embarrassed, "Have you been discovered..."

The young man put the incense burner on, walked a few steps closer, bent over to pick up a book, flipped through two pages, and said with a smile, "It's all turned upside down outside, you still have the mood to sit here and read the story book...it's so heavy." Hold on."

"Turned upside down?" Bo Ling turned his head, "What turned upside down."

"What else can it be? It's your master." The young man dropped the book casually and said with a smile, "You said you were working in the palace earlier, but I didn't expect that you were working in Concubine Qu's palace. No wonder you are so eloquent. .”

Bo Ling bowed slightly, "Thank you, my lord."

"I heard that the imperial concubine wanted to die again the day before yesterday, but you persuaded her to come down from the northwest corner of the building..." The young man suddenly lowered his voice, with a curious look on his face, "What did you say at that time?"

The four eyes met, the smile on the young man's face faded, his face was solemn, and there was no intention of joking at all.

Bo Ling pondered for a moment, "...why does your lord want to know this?"

The young man laughed.

He suddenly remembered that when he was very young, the big companion who took care of his daily necessities had taught him that if you encounter a question that you don’t want to answer, it’s inconvenient to say, but you can’t ignore it, you should ask the other person “Why do you want to know?” this?".

After all, the questions that make you hesitate to ask are always inconvenient in themselves.

If you ask the other party why they want to know, it's like throwing the question back—even sometimes, you can hold the other party's handle in your hands.

Looking at Bai Ling in front of him again, the boy's eyes were a little more interesting.

He thought for a moment, but didn't immediately answer Bo Ling's question, "Then do you want to know what's going on outside right now?"

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