Taking into account the patient's condition, the treatment plan was not disclosed to anyone at the studio except the professional manager responsible for auxiliary treatment.
Worried about Yu Tang's condition, the psychologist originally designed a gentle and gradual suggestion process. When the treatment really started, it was discovered that Yu Tang's subconscious desire for a normal life was particularly strong.
Yu Tang was more cooperative than expected.
Even in this state, the pressure he could withstand was still much greater than that of an unhealthy ordinary person.
Yu Tang's condition is very rare, and the treatment plan is also special, which is of great reference value for research. Several doctors and consultants involved in the treatment recorded the entire treatment process in detail, and through the background information provided by the studio manager, they gradually constructed Yu Tang's life for nearly 25 years.
The video evidence shows that Yu Tang was unable to resist any of the simulated aggression during the treatment. He didn't know how to resist, but he also didn't know how to avoid it. He just swallowed the malice and harm.
Swallow it, digest it, and then stumble to your feet in a panic.
He did not have a normal growing environment. Looking at the ordinary lives that were within the reach of ordinary people, he envied and longed for them. He groped around aimlessly without any plan, wanting to get closer to that kind of life.
He just wanted to be like a normal person, talk, do things, have a job, own a house, make friends, and go out.
But he was unlucky and chose the wrong path from the very beginning.
This road required him to try his best to keep going. The road was full of malice and pressure, piled with heavy work that seemed to never be finished, and full of thorns that cut him and made him bleed.
He endured it all, struggled hard, and made it through step by step, knowing that there was no end to this road.
Such a gentle and persevering person, yet he was forced to this point.
"He's much stronger than we expected."
Five days into the psychological suggestion therapy, the senior psychologist invited by Darren chose to end the treatment early and determined that the patient's condition had reached the target effect.
"In a short period of time, as long as you avoid excessive environmental stimulation, you can start to get in touch with a new living environment."
The psychologist handed over all the treatment records: "Considering the patient's personality, living alone will be the least stressful and will be better."
Darren was a little worried: "Is it okay if there's no one to accompany you?"
"The patient has no subconscious awareness that he will be taken care of, and cannot make relevant psychological suggestions." The psychologist said, "Finding someone to take care of him will affect his adaptation to the new life."
The counselor looked at Yu Tang and smiled: "Besides, you are alone at home, so you will take good care of yourself, right?"
Yu Tang stood behind the psychologist and raised his head when he heard the voice.
He cut his hair short and looked much better. The consultant picked out a plain white shirt for him, with a light gray vest on the outside, and he looked more refreshed and capable than before.
Living in the hospital these days, he didn't have to run around and worry about anything, nor did he have to bear any psychological pressure. As the treatment progressed, Yu Tang had gradually forgotten why he had never dared to relax, why he hadn't even dared to settle down and have a good sleep.
Yu Tang's life has been too narrow in recent years. He is not even 25 years old, and for five whole years, except for work interactions, his social relationships are almost closed.
After forgetting all the filling work content, Yu Tang's life was almost blank.
The calmness, composure, and maturity that were forced out were stripped away layer by layer. Yu Tang met the consultant's gaze, his dark eyes flickered quietly, and his light-colored lips pursed shyly, revealing his youthfulness.
"Okay." The counselor smiled and patted his shoulder. "Go home. There won't be any more trouble in the future."
Yu Tang bowed his shoulders to him and said softly, "Thank you."
It has been a while since he last spoke properly, and his voice is soft and hoarse. If you listen carefully, you can still hear that his speaking speed is slightly slower than that of ordinary people.
"You're welcome." The counselor, who was a dozen years older than him, still admired the young man even after the treatment ended and they were no longer in a doctor-patient relationship. "If you have any questions in the future, you can call me."
Yu Tang bowed to him.
Yu Tang wanted to speak, but because he had not yet recovered the ability to express himself fluently, his eyelashes flickered and he raised his eyes.
"It's okay." The psychologist nodded, "It will be fine soon."
Yu Tang still has some obstacles in language expression, which are sequelae left by the previous acute symptoms. It cannot be cured by psychological counseling alone, and can only be solved by time.
Once Yu Tang gradually adapts to his new life, completely integrates into the crowd, talks to more people, and participates in more social activities, he will naturally get better.
Yu Tang didn't want to ask this. He opened his mouth several times, but found that he couldn't say what he wanted to say, so he simply turned back, dragged out the suitcase and started searching.
The suitcase was a gift from W&P, a custom-made one worth tens of thousands of dollars, with dark brown handmade leather, a wooden body, and linen compartments. It was filled with gifts from visitors who came to visit Yu Tang.
Knowing that Yu Tang had resigned from the studio, half of the circle sent him congratulatory messages without any hesitation.
The psychologist was a little curious. He watched Yu Tang searching seriously for a long time and wanted to go and take a look, but Yu Tang had already stood up.
His ears turned a little red, his lips were pursed, and he held a handful of candies in both hands and handed them to the counselor.
The psychologist was suddenly stunned.
… Because of the psychological suggestion treatment, Yu Tang has not yet established a complete understanding of objects.
Yu Tang has not yet been able to connect the value of each item, nor can he make a correct comparison. This situation will improve rapidly as his cognitive level recovers, but at least for now, to Yu Tang, this box of gifts is actually mostly strange boxes with unknown purposes.
Yu Tang only recognizes milk candy.
During the treatment, they briefly touched upon Yu Tang's childhood. In those intermittent memories, someone had traded Yu Tang's future for candy, indirectly pushing Yu Tang into the abyss from which he could not escape.
But during the treatment, no matter how he was induced to dig, Yu Tang still didn't feel any regret.
He thinks candy is the most valuable thing.
The psychological counselor looked at the handful of candies. He had been doing psychological counseling for many years and had seen all kinds of patients. He looked at the candies in Yu Tang's hand, raised his eyes, and saw the young man's quiet and wet black eyes.
The counselor straightened her clothes, took the candy and put it away carefully, then stretched out her arms and hugged Yu Tang's back tightly.
Yu Tang was taken out of the hospital by Darren himself.
The villa only required changes to the soft furnishings, which was not time-consuming and was completed the day before Yu Tang completed his treatment.
The villa complex that w&p provides specifically for specially hired employees is certainly not as luxurious as a villa of 100 square meters, but it is just right in size and orientation, and there is even a small garden in front of the door.
The building where Yu Tang lived was specially designed with his special circumstances in mind. Not only was it modified to be more livable, but each piece of furniture was labeled, and there were fresh fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator. The infrastructure was complete, and all necessary daily necessities were available.
As long as Yu Tang is willing, he can stay at home for ten days or half a month without going out.
"You have 6 months of annual leave, Mr. Yu, please rest assured."
Darren helped Yu Tang carry the suitcase inside, then took another handbag and took out a brand new laptop: "W&P does not restrict the office location of leadership positions. This computer is connected to the company's intranet. When the annual leave is over, you can freely choose to work in the company or at home."
Darren handed the computer to Yu Tang and said with a smile: "Of course, we also welcome you to join us early."
The doctor explained that what Yu Tang needed most now was normal communication. He had a very strong learning ability and would quickly absorb all the information he received and rebuild his own cognitive level.
Darren did not deliberately treat Yu Tang as a patient. He took Yu Tang to familiarize himself with the villa and introduced him to the employment process and work content in detail.
Yu Tang listened quietly, and when Darren finished speaking, he opened the computer.
He sat in front of the computer, thought seriously for a while, and tried to touch the dark screen of the computer.
"Turn it on like this." Darren pressed the power button for him, "You can also enter your fingerprint."
Yu Tang looked at the computer for a while. He stretched out his hand and touched the keyboard one by one with his fingertips, as if he was groping for the corresponding location in his memory bit by bit.
He sat for a few minutes, opened the document, and typed a few words.
The sound of typing on the keyboard was a little hesitant at first, but soon became brisk and crisp.
"It's okay. We will send these to you in the form of electronic documents later."
Darren was very pleased with Yu Tang's recovery speed. He put away Yu Tang's suitcase and said with a smile, "Don't be too anxious. Take your time."
Yu Tang said softly, "No need."
He was still taciturn after his recovery, and when he had to speak, his speech was slow, with a hint of gentle hoarseness in his voice.
But there is a strange stability in his temperament, and the way he speaks not only does not seem strange, but instead has a calmness and reliability that is trustworthy.
Darren looked at Yu Tang and suddenly understood why so many companies and studios, after learning of Yu Tang's resignation, had rushed to send people to inquire about Yu Tang's future career prospects.
Even though they knew W&P had struck first, they still sent many gifts out of desperation, and even included various work contact letters.
It is something that so many people can see.
"We believe in your ability." Darren didn't want Yu Tang to feel pressured, so he sat down and added seriously, "For us, your joining is the most anticipated, but we are also fully willing to wait—"
He paused.
Yu Tang slightly curved his eyes, pushed the computer over, and turned to Darren.
On the screen was the entire process that Darren had just introduced to him. It was detailed and concise, with all the key points properly marked out. Some ambiguous parts were accompanied by notes that needed to be confirmed.
Darren lowered his head and looked at the old version of the onboarding manual on his phone, which was complained by many employees as being too cumbersome and outdated.
Yu Tang sat very straight.
There was a hint of smile in his eyes, his shoulders were straight, and his shirt outlined his thin and frail features.
Yu Tang spoke slowly, but his pronunciation was gentle and clear: "I just forgot something, sir."
"Don't worry," Yu Tang said, "I still remember how to work."
Darren was stunned for a while, and suddenly he couldn't help but hold his forehead and laughed.
The psychologist is indeed very professional, but there is one thing that Duoduo may have misjudged.
… Those candies can’t replace Yu Tang’s future.
People like this, no matter what situation they are pushed into, can stand up again and again and move forward to where they can be seen.
Nothing can replace Yu Tang's future.
The last bit of worry in his heart was completely gone. He stood up and extended his hand to Yu Tang: "Darren."
Yu Tang stood up and held his hand.
"It's an honor to have the opportunity to work with you, Mr. Yu."
Darren looked at him and spoke sincerely from the bottom of his heart: "Welcome to W&P - we can't wait for the day when your vacation is over."
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On the other hand, Sui Si’s studio has been shut down for seven days.
He has been having a particularly hard time these days. Several of the originally scheduled tasks have been delayed because of the serious chaos within the studio. Even the negotiations for compensation for breach of contract have to be handled by Nie Chi alone.
The remaining team was struggling to make ends meet, barely making ends meet, and was busy and exhausted.
Not only did he not feel like he could hold on any longer, he was also thinking about resigning.
Sui Si had never experienced such a feeling before. He was used to a comfortable life and was suddenly thrown into such a chaotic situation. He tried his best to hold on for a few days. Finally, when a notice of a newly-cancelled cooperation was sent to him, all his anger of the past few days burst out in one go.
Outside the office, several employees who had just been scolded were looking at each other with pale faces as they heard the deafening sound of things being smashed inside.
Sui Si was like a trapped beast, with red eyes, standing in a room that was smashed to pieces.
Those employees stood in the corridor, not daring to walk, let alone go in.
They can't find new jobs for the time being. They have families and need income to support them. It's impossible for them to just quit this job.
… But days like this are really too hard to endure.
Sui Si had a temper, but he used to only vent it on Special Assistant Yu. In front of other employees in the studio, he was mostly mature and rational as he was in front of the camera, and he was always gentle to others.
It was not until Special Assistant Yu left that they realized how terrible it was when their boss got angry.
The employees were all terrified, and no one dared to speak. They gathered around the wall, and suddenly one of them saw the figure coming up, and his eyes lit up: "Mr. Nie!"
Nie Chi had just finished dealing with a compensation case. He walked over and nodded to a few people: "Go ahead."
Several employees rushed downstairs as if they had been pardoned.
Nie Chi walked into the messy office.
He met Sui Si's gaze and closed the door tightly with his backhand.
"What have you been doing these days?" Sui Si stared at him, his voice hoarse, "Why is there so much backlog of work? How long do you want to delay?"
“It’s just too much work.”
Nie Chi said: "I need to deal with them one by one."
Sui Si didn't believe it at all. He took a step forward, his eyes bloodshot: "Why does it take so long to process them one by one?!"
Several ministers resigned, and many tasks had to be handled by Nie Chi.
After Nie Chi dealt with a compensation payment, several delayed tasks led to new claims.
The higher the invitation, the higher the penalty. Sui Si has already paid several million in compensation these days. He said coldly: "When Yu Tang was here—"
"Mr. Sui." Nie Chi interrupted him, "When Special Assistant Yu was here, the working hours were 24 hours a day, and I want to go off work."
Sui Si was choked by him and could not continue speaking with his mouth open.
"The salary I get is for working eight hours a day, from 9 to 5."
Nie Chi looked at his watch. "It's 6:30 pm now. I've already worked overtime for an hour and a half. If I'm forced to work overtime, I can choose to report it or apply for labor arbitration."
Sui Si had never heard such words before when Yu Tang was here. He looked at Nie Chi, not knowing what to say for a moment, and shook his head in disbelief.
Nie Chi asked: "Why are you unwilling to interview those new ministers who came to apply for the position?"
Sui Si looked at him, closed his eyes tightly, and barely regained some rationality.
"I won't give in."
Sui Si whispered, "Xiao Ming still has half of my people. I will go to his team to help temporarily. I won't use them..."
The resumes of those ministers were written very clearly, without even the slightest attempt to hide anything. It was obvious at first glance that they were the candidates provided by the Sui family.
If the entire studio is controlled by the Sui family, what is the point of what he has done over the years
"I know what you want to do"
Sui Si said hoarsely: "Do you think I can't see? You are sent by the Sui family, you—"
Nie Chi looked down at his watch: "I want to get off work."
Sui Si: “…”
"It doesn't matter. The decision of whether to interview or not is up to you."
Nie Chi just wanted to take the money and didn't care about Sui Si's attitude: "You can also ask Mr. Ke to see if he can help."
"Or," Nie Chi suggested, "you can also learn the relevant knowledge of managing a studio on your own."
Sui Si was provoked by him and was about to get angry: "What do you mean by that?!"
"I just give the most effective way to solve the problem, Mr. Sui."
Nie Chi said: "Haven't you noticed yet?"
Sui Si was stunned: "What?"
"The studio has been shut down for seven days now, and almost everyone in the industry knows about it."
Nie Chi looked at him and said, "But why hasn't Mr. Ke returned the half of the studio employees that you assigned to him?"