After Rebirth, the Celebrity Daughter is the Medical Expert!-Chapter 342 - 258: Hypnosis

Little Qi’s dad is either messing around outside, or when he comes home, after hearing just a few sentences from Little Qi’s mom, he impatiently says, "My parents know more than you do, just listen to them more, they’re doing it for Little Qi’s sake."

Then, he continues to act independently, disregarding everything.

All of Little Qi’s mom’s stress and grievances, and complaints find no outlet with her husband and are instead dumped onto her son, Little Qi.

On one hand, Little Qi knows his mom has a tough time, and on the other hand, he knows his grandparents love him dearly. Seeing the serious rift between his mom and grandparents, along with his dad, he feels torn in between.

"I feel like being at home is like being in prison," Little Qi lowered his head. "Isn’t it just like being watched, controlled, and having no freedom in prison?"

Ning Youguang said, "A home without freedom is indeed no different from a prison."

Little Qi said sadly, "Teacher Ning, I really like reading books, especially those on philosophy. There’s a Xinhua Bookstore next to our house, and I often go there to read. There’s a corner with a window, where I often sit behind the bookshelf to read books, look out the window, and think about life and death."

He continued, "I actually don’t dislike going to school; at school, there are classmates, and after class, I can relax a bit. I just don’t like the atmosphere in our school. The teachers are too strict, and there’s no freedom at all. I like a bit of freedom. The school feels like a big prison too, and I feel suffocated inside."

Ning Youguang said, "Have you ever thought about life being a big prison too? People on Earth live in an enormous prison, and many things can’t go as we wish. That’s why the ancients said, ’In life, eight or nine things out of ten don’t go as desired.’ Living in this kind of prison is indeed frustrating, but many people aren’t even aware they’re living in a prison. They just think about eating, drinking, playing, and sleeping every day, then wait to die. But you’re very clever; you realized at such a young age that human beings are actually living in an enormous prison."

Little Qi’s face showed numbness, "So, I think living is meaningless."

Ning Youguang asked, "But there’s a way to make us feel life is meaningful, not just idly waiting for death."

Little Qi asked, "What method?"

"When you know what you’re living for," Ning Youguang said, "We’re not entirely without freedom either."

She shifted the topic, "The world is so beautiful; at night there are countless stars in the sky, during the day you can see the blue sky, white clouds, in spring you can see fresh flowers, tender green leaves, in autumn you can see streets full of golden ginkgo and sycamore leaves, and in winter you can see the flying white snow. If you are willing, you can take yourself anywhere anytime. If you don’t believe it, close your eyes and follow me to feel this beautiful world..."

Ning Youguang’s voice gradually slowed down and softened.

Little Qi closed his eyes.

"I don’t know if you’ve ever seen peach blossoms in spring, touched the soft petals, smelled the sweet fragrance, or heard the birds singing happily on the branches. But I know there must be a particularly beautiful time in your memory, a time you’ll never forget, maybe it was when you were very young, with the person you love most. I believe you still remember the warmth of the sunshine on you, the feeling of a gentle breeze brushing against you, and perhaps your joyful laughter. All the details will slowly come back, every tiny feeling..."

Unintentionally, Ning Youguang employed hypnosis therapy to slowly guide Little Qi.

A slight smile gradually appeared on Little Qi’s face, as if he had returned to a happy time in his life.

"All these beautiful things belonging to you have actually always been hidden deep in your subconscious and have never left you. You are free; you just never realized it before, you’ve only been trapped by the pain in front of you. As long as you’re willing, you can return to this beautiful time anytime. You can be at school, at home, or at any place to see this beautiful world anytime."

Little Qi slowly opened his eyes, his face full of joy.

She gently asked him, "How do you feel now?"

Little Qi said, "I just remembered being four years old, playing in the park with my parents. Mom looked at me with a lot of love, and the sunlight was so nice then. Surprisingly, I still remember things from when I was so young, very clearly. Then I thought about a question: actually, the world isn’t as bad as I used to think. Actually, that prison was something I placed inside my heart, then shut myself in."

"Yes, what’s in your heart is what you see. If hell is in your heart, you see hell. If heaven is in your heart, you see heaven." Ning Youguang agreed with Little Qi’s words.

He internally marveled, this eleven or twelve-year-old boy could have such insights.

He really is a clever child.

"Actually, isn’t your school the same way? Although classes aren’t free, you can learn many things at school, and it’s this knowledge that enables your mind to be freer."

"Hmm, I actually don’t like going to school because I feel we’re controlled just like at home, so whenever my mom makes me go to school, do homework, or read, I think about how my grandparents control me," Little Qi said.

"That’s why you started to vomit." Ning Youguang laughed, "Your stomach is quite amazing; it can choose when to vomit. See, didn’t I say it correctly? Your stomach is your helper, a weapon to help you escape your grandparents’ control."

She brought over a chair and placed it in front of Little Qi, letting him close his eyes. She said to him, "There’s something sitting on the chair in front of you, it’s your stomach. Do you see it?"

Little Qi closed his eyes, nodded, and told her, "I see a little boy, looks just like me, only smaller, in an unhappy manner, crying over there."

She told him, "Then ask him, why is he crying?"

"He says he’s very unhappy because the home feels like a prison, seeing my grandparents makes him uncomfortable. As soon as he gets to school, he thinks about how his grandparents will again nag him about how if you don’t study hard, you’ll become someone like mom who’s not successful."

Little Qi told Ning Youguang, "If I die, I won’t be tired; if I don’t eat, I won’t be tired." 1314