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Chapter 208 Desensitization Therapy, Shall We Try It?
"So, have you thought it through? Are you willing to cooperate with my treatment?"

As Qin Su finished speaking, the space fell into a deathly silence.

The man opposite me was as cold and ruthless as ever; he was a tough nut to crack.

She tilted her head slightly, her smile gentle: "I thought you had changed your mind after all this time."

Chu Jiang finally raised his head, his cold disdain clearly visible in his dark eyes.

"Okay, given how wary you are, it's indeed a bit difficult to get you to cooperate with my hypnotherapy, so,"

Qin Su paused for a moment: "Perhaps you could consider desensitization therapy? It's not that complicated, and it works quickly."

Upon hearing another unfamiliar and strange term, Chu Jiang finally reacted: "What is Tuo Min?"

Qin Su explained briefly: "To put it simply, your manic episodes, aside from pathological factors, are also due to your inability to effectively control your emotions when faced with sudden events, thus causing some relatively serious consequences: such as becoming agitated and manic, physically harming others, and losing your rationality..."

With each word uttered, the man's expression grew colder, but thankfully... he didn't get angry.

"These things are not entirely unavoidable. Our treatment at this stage mainly focuses on helping you learn how to control your emotions."

As Qin Su spoke, she carefully observed the tyrant's reaction.

However, the man's face was expressionless, and nothing could be discerned from his expression.

If "Qin Sangsang" were here...

She paused slightly, then suddenly felt like laughing, marveling at how well she had accomplished her "strategy" mission in some respects.

The tyrant treats "Qin Sangsang" and everyone else completely differently.

"To control our emotions, we can..."

She deliberately slowed her speech, and as the man casually looked up, she made a gesture with her hand, abruptly changing the surrounding environment.

A fierce-looking man suddenly appeared before Chu Jiang, raising a long sword and slashing at him head-on.

His expression changed slightly, and he kicked the man in the waist with his toe, but... he hit nothing?
A foot clad in a long boot pierced straight through the man's body.

Before he could react, he saw the long sword that had "cut" his shoulder shatter like a flowing shadow and then gradually disappear from his sight.

Until it disappeared, the "person" maintained a ferocious and strained expression on its face.

He instinctively reached out to try and pull the person out, but all he touched was a sliver of light.

He suddenly realized something and looked at Qin Su: "You did this?"

Qin Su smiled slightly but didn't reply: "So, you want to give it a try? Isn't it better to control your emotions?"

Take control of your emotions...

Chu Jiang was momentarily stunned.

What he hated most in his life was the inability to control his body and his emotions.

If you can control your emotions, how can it be bad?
Qin Su saw through the man's attraction and gently coaxed him, "Besides, you don't want to scare your sweetheart every time you have an attack, do you?"

It was a simple sentence, but unexpectedly, it became a self-fulfilling prophecy not long after, almost destroying all her previous efforts.

Chu Jiang was suddenly shocked, and his gaze toward her was terrifying, as if he wanted to kill her himself.

Qin Su remained unmoved. "Don't you want to reduce the frequency of your episodes?"

The man didn't speak, and she wasn't in a hurry, patiently waiting for him.

After a long while, Chu Jiang finally spoke, asking, "What is desensitization therapy?"

Qin Su's eyes lit up; it was good that she was willing to ask.

"There are several forms of desensitization therapy, such as systematic desensitization, which gradually increases the intensity of the stimulus from weak to strong, allowing the person to slowly adapt to the stimulus and eventually get rid of it."

The second type is exposure therapy. This is similar to what we just discussed, directly confronting the stimulus. Through repeated exposure, the stimulus response is reduced. The third type is cognitive behavioral therapy, which works by changing your perception of the stimulus…

Before the third explanation could be finished, the dream suddenly began to sway and shake.

Chu Jiang's face darkened: "Is this also treatment?"

Qin Su didn't laugh, because she heard the system say: [Host, someone outside is calling for the tyrant.]

She looked at Chu Jiang: "No, someone outside is looking for you."

After she finished speaking, she gave a somewhat helpless smile: "It seems the timing isn't ideal today. We'll have to try again next time, hmm..."

She thought for a moment: "Would three days later be okay?"

The dream world shook more violently, and both of them became unsteady. Chu Jiang gave her a deep look, and just when Qin Su thought he would refuse, the man spoke: "It's okay."

The next moment, the dream completely collapsed, and he woke up from it.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, are you awake?"

As soon as I opened my eyes, I heard the butler calling cautiously from the doorway.

Chu Jiang didn't pay attention to her immediately, but instead looked down at the girl sleeping soundly in his arms, completely unaware of what was happening.

He breathed a sigh of relief, carefully withdrew his arm, then got up, put on his clothes, and got out of bed.

"Your Highness, you..."

Before the butler could finish speaking, the door in front of him suddenly burst open—

"What is it?" Chu Jiang asked, suppressing his anger. If it weren't for the fear of waking Sang Sang, the steward wouldn't have had a good night.

Unaware that he had escaped unscathed, the butler frowned deeply upon hearing this, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
"The soldiers just knocked on the door and told us that someone had died nearby and that no one in the neighborhood should go out for the next two days."

When Chu Jiang heard the first half of the sentence, his brows furrowed deeply. It's just one person dying, what's the big deal?

But he quickly realized something was wrong: "Is there something wrong with the cause of death?"

If there are no problems, the government should be arresting the real culprit, not immediately instructing the people to close their doors and windows.

The steward was astonished by His Highness's keen insight, but upon recalling the news he had just heard, he found himself unable to utter even a word of flattery:

"The deceased died under suspicious circumstances, and the manner of death was even more bizarre. Within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the belly swelled up like a basket, resembling that of a pregnant woman. Anyone who had come into contact with the corpse nearby was infected and died within a short period of time."

When relaying the soldiers' words, the steward felt a deep chill: "The government suspects poisoning, and since the poison is contagious, they are notifying people everywhere not to go out."

However, unlike the "poison" the steward mentioned, the first thing that came to Chu Jiang's mind was Gu—

"Damn the Southern Yue people!"

Enraged, he slammed his fist on the doorframe: "It's not poisoning at all, someone used a Gu poison. I've seen this Gu poison in Nanyue before. Go and inform the authorities to seal off this entire ward. No one is allowed near the corpse, and no doctor is allowed to examine it. Take my token and go to the palace tonight. Have Eunuch Liu send someone out, and prepare horses. I'll go myself..."

"Ling Xiao? Are you there...?"

Chu Jiang's instructions were interrupted by a gentle, bewildered female voice from inside the room before he could finish.

His expression changed slightly as he realized he wasn't alone. Under these circumstances, there was no way he could leave Sangsang alone and go out by himself.

So he swallowed his words for the time being and said in a low voice, "Do as I say first. Have the Imperial Guards personally take charge and keep a close watch on the Four Barbarian Inn. Not even a fly is allowed to get out!"

Chu Jiang emphasized the last sentence so much that one could feel how much he loathed the people of Nanyue.

"I'm at the door. The housekeeper needs to see me."

Before the butler could say anything more, he heard the man who had just been filled with murderous intent turn his anger to a calmer tone as he walked into the house.

He opened his mouth, but was held in place for a while before he came to his senses and turned to leave.

No, Your Highness, when did you become so good-tempered? It's true... you've turned steel into silk. Who would have thought you'd be like this today?