What am I thinking when I'm cheating on the male supporting role [Transmigration Book]

Xie Duo was sure that there was a strange movement in the side hall just now.

If it were the old eight and ten, they would have rushed into the house in fright, but Xie Duo didn't.

The calmness and composure that a Cuju master should have made him just fly off the roof, and silently leap to the window like a big cat, holding his breath to listen.

Wheezing?

Seventh brother's panting sound came from the room.

But there was no cry for help from the little prodigy.

Perhaps it was just that during the treatment, Seventh Brother was emotional.

Xie Duo straightened up, stood with downcast eyes calmly, feeling that everything was under control.

However, the voice of the little prodigy was heard right after——

"Don't worry, Your Highness, slow down, let the minister undo the buckle first."

Xie Duo's pair of long and narrow Ruifeng eyes and tight thin lips instantly opened up!

Totally out of control!

The gentle voice of the little prodigy came again from the room: "Don't tear your clothes, please be gentle, Your Highness, the belt hasn't been loosened yet."

"Bang" loud noise!

Han Jiao, who was pressed in the armchair by Xie Xiu, shivered in fright. When he turned his head, he saw the big boss who entered through the broken window with cold eyes, and locked on him and Duan Wang!

"Why are you still here?" Han Jiao waved at the big boss in panic: "Your Highness, get out! Get out!"

Instead, Xie Duo stretched his long legs and approached step by step: "Is this the reason why sir doesn't let me stand guard?"

Han Jiao looked at Xie Xiu who was groping for the buckle, but fortunately he was not disturbed, turned his head and said anxiously to the big boss: "The minister is treating His Royal Highness Duan Wang, what do you want to do!"

"I should ask you, sir." Xie Duo reached out and grabbed Han Jiao by the collar of his neck.

Seeing that the big boss raised his hand to drag him out from between the chair and King Duan, Han Jiao gritted his teeth, squeezed Xie Xiu away, quickly took off his outer shirt with his own hands, stuffed the clothes into King Duan's arms, and said loudly : "Here! I'll give it all to you. I will never touch Zhenniang's things again! Zhenniang will always be the one who takes care of His Highness. She will not be replaced by Bengong, nor by anyone else. Her heart for His Highness will never change!"

Xie Xiu held Han Jiaocha's white coat in his arms, and stood there blankly for a while, looked down at the clothes, and then at Han Jiao who was only in the armchair in a white coat, the fury in Xie Xiu's eyes gradually subsided, and he became dazed.

"Your Highness, please sit down, the treatment has not been completed yet." Han Jiao was a little unaccustomed to the gaze of the big boss beside him, and subconsciously folded his arms and curled up in the armchair.

Han Jiao's words just now made Xie Duo fully understand what was going on.

Although he had never personally seen Brother Qi pick off his mother's clothes, but he had heard various rumors about this incident when he was a child, and Xie Duo could hear the cocoons in his ears, so naturally it made sense.

Han Jiao looked at the big boss from the corner of his eye, his ears felt hot, and he urged in a low voice, "Get out, Your Highness, you must not interfere with the treatment."

Xie Duo didn't obey the command, raised his head and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to explain his gaffe just now, but realized that this was not the time to defend himself, so he hesitated for a moment, turned around, and jumped out of the window as if fleeing.

Han Jiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In front of the big boss, it felt strange to be stripped of his coat, but now he is much better, sitting upright and continuing to guide Xie Xiu to do breathing and relaxation exercises.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" It can be seen that Xie Xiu's flashback has already started, and Han Jiao guides Xie Xiu to describe the painful feelings in detail.

Xie Xiu shrank back into the chair, hugged Han Jiao's coat, beat his chest twice in pain, his lips were tightly pressed, unable to speak.

"Chest tightness, heart beating fast, right?" Han Jiao could only describe it for him.

Xie Xiu nodded.

"You are very scared and feel that something is going to happen." Han Jiao stared at Xie Xiu.

Xie Xiu frowned and closed his eyes, holding his breath.

Han Jiao asked, "What did you see?"

Xie Xiu didn't answer.

"Xie Xiu, what did you see? Tell me, say it, it's over, it won't happen again."

After a long silence, Xie Xiu began to beat his chest painfully again.

"Breathe, relax." Han Jiao warmly guided: "Tell me."

"He rushed over from...that place..." Xie Xiu raised his trembling right hand, only towards the southeast corner of the room: "He rushed over and grabbed me..."

Xie Xiu was suffocated, let go of the clothes in his hands, and covered his neck with his hands.

Han Jiao got up in a hurry, rushed forward, grabbed Xie Xiu's hands, patted him on the back lightly, and said softly: "Relax, relax..."

Xie Xiu saw the 12-year-old sixth brother pressing down on him ferociously, with anger and hatred all over his face.

"He has two scratch marks here." Xie Xiu's pupils dilated, and numbly gestured in mid-air with his hands: "I scratched it, the nose...there was bleeding from the nose, and it flowed into the crevice of his lips. He grinned, The teeth are also red..."

Xie Xiu described the scene in front of him hoarsely.

When Xie Xiu's body relaxed slightly, Han Jiao walked around in front of him, bent over to look at him and said, "Very good, very good, next, your eyes must follow my fingers, your head cannot move, only your eyeballs can move." , when you move, you will re-see everything that happened that day, and this will be the last time, remember it all, and it will stop it from happening again."

The flashback symptoms of traumatic stress disorder are due to the excessive stimulation at the time of the incident, which causes the adrenal hormone system to collapse, causing the scenes, sounds, and physical feelings when the trauma occurs to be locked in the nervous system, and the memory system cannot be integrated and processed .

EMDR therapy imitates the eye movement response during sleep, helping the patient's brain to collect locked memory fragments, allowing the brain to integrate and reprocess them.

Han Jiao began to ask about the pain level evaluation: "How do you feel now, Xie Xiu, you see his teeth stained red with blood, you feel very uncomfortable, which is more uncomfortable than seeing the mother wearing Zhenniang's clothes?"

"Now."

"Is it the most uncomfortable now?"

Xie Xiu nodded painfully.

"Okay, after the treatment is completed, you will never feel these pains again. Do you believe that you can recover, Xie Xiu?"

Xie Xiu's eyes were full of despair.

"Do you want to go back to your old self?"

Xie Xiu nodded.

"Do you believe that you can recover?" Han Jiao once again guided him to improve his cognitive validity.

Xie Xiu nodded.

Han Jiao raised his right hand and used two fingers as markers to determine the parallel plane and range of movement. With the verbal trigger sound, he started eye movement therapy.

After making sure that Xie Xiu kept up with the rhythm, he gradually accelerated his movement.

Whenever he noticed Xie Xiu's expression of unbearable pain, Han Jiao would suspend the treatment and ask him what he remembered.

Xie Xiu's memories are fragmented, very random, but precise and precise.

He could think of the smell mixed with spices when the bowl of soup was spilled on the queen's clothes, and he could also think of the sound and frequency of King Yan's panting. Everything was so real, but he couldn't tell the sequence of these things at all.

At the end of 24 rounds of eye movement, the pained look on Xie Xiu's face eased slightly.

Han Jiao asked, "Has the heartbeat slowed down?"

Xie Xiu nodded dully.

"Can you still see his expression?"

Xie Xiu nodded hesitantly.

"Is it still that scary?"

"It seems... far away..."

Han Jiao asked: "It feels like something happened a long time ago, it won't take you back to that time, will it?"

Xie Xiu nodded.

Han Jiao immediately underwent a positive consolidation implantation treatment, followed by two sets of eye movement therapy.

During the third set of eye movement therapy, tears of sadness suddenly appeared in Xie Xiu's calm eyes.

"What do you remember?" Han Jiao paused the treatment.

Xie Xiu choked for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice: "He is crying, his eyes are very red, it seems that he is not angry, he is also... very scared..."

Those sharp memory fragments gradually pieced together Xie Xiu's complete memory.

Xie Xiu's brain is no longer unable to think because of fear. He can clearly see Sixth Brother's ferocious face, see the tears rolling in Sixth Brother's eyes, see his bared blood red teeth and trembling lips.

The intense tinnitus also disappeared, and Xie Xiu heard Sixth Brother choked up and begged——

"Stop messing around, old seven...Brother, please!"

Hot tears ran across Xie Xiu's face, and all the fear and despair seemed to be melted away by the tears.

Xie Xiu looked at Han Jiao eagerly, not knowing what to say, but unable to express his thoughts.

Han Jiao hurriedly asked him to take a deep breath, and the guide asked, "You remembered some other details, didn't you?"

Xie Xiu nodded eagerly: "He is very scared."

Han Jiao stared at Xie Xiu and said softly, "Who is scared?"

Xie Xiu's eyes flickered, and after a long time, he answered calmly, "Sixth brother."

Han Jiao tried his best to hold back his excitement, leaned over and shook Xie Xiu's left hand, encouraging him, "You are very brave, I am so proud of you."

The first EMDR treatment was unexpectedly successful. Xie Xiu could already say the word Sixth Brother without triggering a flashback reaction, and the locked memory fragments were also integrated.

Han Jiao accepted it as soon as he saw it, and ended the first treatment, and reminded Xie Xiu that if he had any strange dreams in the past two days, he could write it down and tell him next time.

The two agreed to conduct the second treatment three days later.

Han Jiao put on his outer shirt, the front flap was torn by Xie Xiu, so he had to carefully fold it into the collar.

Standing aside, Xie Xiu looked away guiltily, and reminded Han Jiao in a low voice: "There are many clothes in the east chamber, sir, you can choose one at will and take it home."

Han Jiao was taken aback, then turned to look at Xie Xiu: "What did Your Highness call me?"

Xie Xiu lowered his head: "Han...Jiao."

"You called me Mr. just now." Han Jiao turned around and walked in front of Xie Xiu, smiling brightly: "Isn't the minister a bad weed now?"

Xie Xiu nodded.

Han Jiao made an inch of it: "Do you have the honor to be His Highness's husband?"

Xie Xiu buried his head even lower: "You are the lecturer of the Imperial Academy, and the lecturers are all gentlemen."

"That's not the same." Han Jiao sneered and said, "I just heard His Highness call me Mr. I will be a teacher for a day, and I will be a lifelong..."

"Enough is enough, Han Xiaobai!" A murderous warning from the big boss suddenly came from outside the door.

Han Jiao gasped, fastened his belt and got out!

The author has something to say: I still think we Mian Mian is cowardly, which Mian Mian dares to flirt with three husbands in front of Lao Gong?

Cotton Essence: Who else! .