Chapter 474 Psychological Intervention
Michael turned around calmly, his tall figure sharply outlined by the light streaming in from the window. His gaze was cold and resolute, as if he had already anticipated Armando's hesitation. "Emma's in a really fragile state right now. She needs someone she can trust completely."
Armando caught every subtle nuance in Michael's words. As a highly respected senior psychologist, he was well-versed in the mechanisms of post-traumatic stress disorder. He knew that trauma victims often develop a very fragile and intense attachment to their rescuers, a primal dependency that could easily be exploited and manipulated.
"Do you really know what you're doing? This forced psychological dependency will cause devastating damage to her mental health. As a mental health professional, I have to respect the patient's autonomy and the fundamental ethical boundaries of treatment."
A barely perceptible chill flickered in Michael's eyes, a look of almost naked calculation. "What she needs most right now is a sense of security, to rebuild her basic trust in the world. And I can give her all of that."
Armando sensed that Michael had ulterior motives.
Michael was no saint. Who knew what he intended to do with Emma's fragile psyche?
Michael wasn't about to give up. He handed Armando a file. "Armando, I hope your daughter can safely complete her studies. Here are her recent schedules and some interesting photos."
The photos showed Armando's daughter in various moments around campus and on the road. Each one was taken so discreetly and privately. The file also contained detailed personal information and her movements.
Armando's hand trembled slightly. "You're threatening me," he said, his voice low and shaky.
Michael gave a cold smile. "I'm just reminding you of the importance of cooperation."
Faced with this brutal leverage, Armando chose to compromise. He knew that resisting someone like Michael would only lead to more terrifying consequences.
This was a blatant conspiracy, and he'd been dragged into this trap with no way out.
"Mr. Russell, I can agree. But I must emphasize again, the ultimate goal of treatment is to help her rebuild her independence and a healthy sense of self-worth. Not to satisfy your desires."
Michael smirked, "Of course, I completely understand."
In the hospital room, the white curtains swayed gently with the air conditioning, as if whispering some unspeakable secret. Emma lay quietly on the bed, her face pale, her entire body like a doll forgotten by time, so still it was unsettling.
Armando stood by the complex monitoring equipment, his long fingers gliding over the touchscreen, precisely adjusting every minute parameter of the medication delivery. Michael, standing by the window, watched Emma's pale face with a gaze as sharp and cold as a blade, hiding some unfathomable calculation.
"The medication is ready," Armando said softly, his voice almost cold in its calmness. "This is the most critical and precise part of our entire plan."
Michael nodded slowly, a hard-to-catch glint of ruthlessness in his eyes. He moved silently to the bedside, his long, pale fingers gently brushing over Emma's pallid cheek, a touch both tender and chilling.
"Emma," he whispered, his voice containing an unsettling gentleness, "soon, you'll understand that in this world, only I can truly save you."
Armando began his meticulous and cautious operation.
The first injection, a muscle inhibitor, flowed gently into Emma's delicate vein. This specially formulated drug would quickly and thoroughly weaken her existing memory defense mechanisms, placing her brain in a highly sensitive and extremely fragile state. Next was the neurotransmitter enhancer, which would significantly increase her sensitivity to all external stimuli.
Finally, a mild hypnotic drug would completely unlock the deepest recesses of Emma's subconscious.
Michael slowly activated an intricate device, a custom-made brainwave feedback machine for this treatment. A soft, eerie blue light instantly enveloped the room, and a special sound wave frequency, almost imperceptible to the human ear, began transmitting to Emma's brain.
Within the sound waves, Michael's pre-recorded voice was gentle yet commanding.
"I will always protect you. I am the only one you can rely on. Trust me, only I can truly save you."
This voice, like the softest lullaby, played repeatedly, silently eroding Emma's last defenses.
On the walls of the room, carefully selected and meticulously placed photos of Michael were displayed. Each one was artfully composed, portraying him as seemingly gentle, resolute, and unconditionally trustworthy. The soft, warm yellow lighting made the entire space feel safe and comforting, yet with an underlying sense of eerie unease.
As Michael gently held Emma's cold hand, a subtle yet deadly tactile memory was being quietly established deep in her subconscious. Her psychological defenses were being tightly ensnared by an invisible web.
Armando looked down, his fingers swiftly recording every minute physiological change, almost imperceptible to the naked eye. This was an extremely precise and chilling plan, with only one goal: to completely and seamlessly control Emma's mind.
Outside, the sunlight flowed quietly, seemingly unaware of the silent psychological battle unfolding within the hospital room.
Armando and Michael were both attempting this kind of psychological intervention on an unconscious patient for the first time. No one knew if it would succeed.
In her dream, Emma felt herself falling into an endless abyss, surrounded by cold despair and suffocating mockery. Those cruel gazes were like countless blades, constantly tearing at her fragile heart. Just as she was about to be completely consumed, the air around her suddenly solidified, as if a mysterious force was gathering.
A tall figure in black appeared abruptly, like a shadow coalescing from the darkness. His presence was like an invisible barrier, instantly dispelling the surrounding gloom. His fierce aura was almost tangible, instantly intimidating all the pirates around, making them dare not approach a single step.
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