Chapter 388 Nightmare Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
Chapter 388 Nightmare Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
The night is as dark as ink, deep and silent,
Only the occasional cry of a night bird broke the endless darkness.
The moonlight shone through the window lattice, sprinkling on Lu Yunyi's luxurious bed.
It adds a soft and mysterious silver-white to the room.
Lu Yunyi lay on the bed, breathing heavy and uneven, with beads of sweat covering his forehead.
Smoke, flames, and the fallen figures of soldiers,
Memories of battles swirled in his mind.
Cruel scenes kept replaying before my eyes.
Lu Yunyi opened his eyes in confusion and looked around.
He was in a vast space.
The surroundings were shrouded in a hazy fog, and the scenery in the distance could not be seen clearly.
He looked at his own attire, wearing armor and holding a long sword.
There are gaps and pieces of meat on it.
His long hair, like a waterfall, was now wet and soaked with blood, which kept dripping down, forming rivers of blood on the armor behind him.
With every step he took, blood-stained footprints would appear in the pure white space below him.
Looking back, it stretches endlessly, as if reaching the end of the world.
As he walked forward step by step, Lu Yunyi didn't know how long he had been walking.
The fatigue in his body surged over him like a tide, drowning him.
At this moment, I heard some crisp and dense footsteps.
The fog gradually dissipated,
A terrifying scene appeared before his eyes.
Countless mothers, dressed in all kinds of clothes,
They all carried baskets, knelt on the ground, and walked on the road, forming a team with no end in sight.
Their faces were either old or young, but their eyes were filled with sadness and despair.
Their fingers were stretched out and pointed at Lu Yunyi.
That gaze seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, and the voice contained in it struck deep into the soul.
"Give me back my son! Give me back my son!"
The voice came like a tide, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Lu Yunyi's heart hard.
He tried to explain, tried to escape,
But he found that his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and he couldn't utter a word.
More and more figures appeared, coming from all directions to encircle and suppress.
Slowly wrap him up so that he can no longer see the white mist.
Lu Yunyi stood there quietly, holding a long knife, his face gloomy, and was drowned in the crowd.
I don't know how long it took, but the figures of those mothers gradually became blurred.
It turned into pieces of sad light and shadow, crying and wailing, and slowly dissipated.
Leaving behind a pile of broken armor and bloody handprints.
Suddenly, the picture shattered!
Lu Yunyi suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for breath, as if he had just been pulled back from the brink of drowning.
Sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto his hands, making a subtle but clear sound.
He looked around, familiar rooms, familiar furnishings, familiar people.
The solemnity and fear in his eyes gradually dissipated.
Instead there was a calm, tired feeling.
"It turned out to be a dream."
Mu Chuting quietly opened her eyes, supported herself with her arms and sat up.
The silvery moonlight made her look even more poignant, and her eyes were filled with concern.
"Husband, what's wrong?"
The moonlight quietly sprinkled in the house, appearing cold and clear, as if even the air was frozen.
Lu Yunyi's heartbeat gradually calmed down, but the shock in his heart took a long time to subside.
"nothing."
He closed his eyes, trying to erase the dream from his mind.
But those mothers' faces, those sad eyes,
But it was like a brand, deeply engraved in his heart.
Mu Chuting didn't say anything else, but took a handkerchief from the side and gently wiped the cold sweat from Lu Yunyi's forehead and back.
"Husband, you must be having a nightmare."
"Why don't we ask the military doctor to come and take a look tomorrow?"
Mu Chuting's eyes were full of concern, her pearly teeth bit her red lips, her face was filled with worry, and her voice was soft.
"It doesn't matter."
Lu Yunyi's voice was hoarse. He stood up and walked to the window.
Looking through the cracks in the window lattice at the pitch-black night sky outside and the huge bright moon hanging high above my head, I felt mixed emotions.
At the end of the war, the Ming army won a great victory and killed countless people.
But the comrades, brothers, and fellow countrymen who have passed away cannot come back to life.
What took their place were the expectations and sorrows of countless families behind them.
A huge pressure came.
The originally straight waist was slightly bent, adding a bit of vicissitudes.
His heart was filled with violence at the moment, and he wished that a long sword and a war horse would appear in his hands immediately, so that he could swing the sword and kill all the enemy troops.
To avenge those fellow countrymen and brothers who died.
Lu Yunyi's breathing became a little faster.
He felt that his current state was very strange.
The mind is clear and knows the right way to do anything.
But for some reason, I just don't want to do it.
It seemed as if it wanted to continue on the wrong path and keep charging forward.
At this moment, he understood why most of the generals who had fought for many years had strange tempers, were taciturn, and particularly bloodthirsty.
Now, he understands.
The joy of victory in war cannot fill the sadness in people's hearts.
Mu Chuting got up from the bed, walked to the table, poured a cup of herbal tea, and slowly walked to her husband's side, speaking softly:
"Husband, drink some water."
Lu Yunyi turned his eyes and stared at Mu Chuting for a long time, then took the teacup and drank the herbal tea in one gulp.
"Go to sleep first, let me be quiet."
Mu Chuting held the teacup, her tall figure standing out in the moonlight.
She pursed her lips slightly and slowly stepped back.
I put down the teacup and sat on the edge of the bed, but never fell asleep.
After an unknown amount of time, Lu Yunyi came out of this state, and his face and eyes returned to calm.
The only change is that I no longer feel sleepy.
Lu Yunyi turned around, picked up the clothes placed aside, threw them over his shoulders, and walked straight out.
squeak-
There was a soft sound as the door was pushed open, and the moonlight squeezed in.
The dozen or so guards standing in the courtyard all put their hands on the long swords at their waists.
He didn't look towards the door, but looked in all directions with a vigilant expression.
Among all the guards, only Feng Yunfang, who was standing at the door, cast his eyes over.
Seeing an adult in casual clothes slowly walking out, he looked surprised:
"grown ups."
Lu Yunyi nodded, without tying his belt.
He walked towards the study in a hurry and in a hurry.
Feng Yunfang behind him had a serious expression on his face and waved his hand gently.
The soldiers inside and outside the courtyard began to change and moved around the house following Lu Yunyi.
Not long after, Lu Yunyi entered the study.
When I opened the door, a bookish scent hit me in the face.
Feng Yunfang went to light a candle, and the furnishings in the study were illuminated by the firelight.
As usual, there are long tables, bookshelves, tables, chairs and benches.
The only difference is that there is a huge painting on the wall.
It is a replica of the "Dali Kingdom Buddhist Image Scroll" and was painted by many masters from Yunnan.
Lu Yunyi quietly looked at the gods and Buddhas in the sky, hoping that they could bring him a moment of peace.
Let him down.
Lu Yunyi withdrew his gaze, walked to the desk, sat down silently, took out a pen and paper, and stood there.
There are so many thoughts in my mind.
After an unknown amount of time, a sigh was heard, and the pen began to move, with a few large characters appearing on the rice paper.
[Soldier-centeredness and war injuries: Balancing combat effectiveness and the risk of post-traumatic stress disorder]
1. Soldiers are the foundation of the army’s combat effectiveness
The quality, training and morale of soldiers directly affect the combat effectiveness of the army.
A people-oriented army will focus on improving the comprehensive quality of soldiers, including physical fitness, skills, tactical qualities and psychological endurance.
Such an army can exert higher combat effectiveness on the battlefield.
Because soldiers are more willing to fight for a common goal,
Better able to remain calm and resilient at critical moments.
2. Ignoring soldiers will lead to a decline in combat effectiveness
If the army ignores the basic needs and rights of its soldiers,
Such as unfair treatment, overtraining, lack of care, etc.
Then the morale and loyalty of the soldiers will be seriously affected.
In this case, the soldiers will lose their sense of identity and belonging to the army.
The army's combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced, resulting in a passive or evasive attitude on the battlefield.
III. The relationship between generals and soldiers
There is a close connection between generals and soldiers.
Generals are responsible for commanding and leading soldiers to fight, while soldiers are the basic units for carrying out combat missions.
In war, generals and soldiers experience life and death together, and their honor and disgrace are closely linked.
IV. Generals’ Attention to Soldiers and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
If a general attaches too much importance to his soldiers, he may have a strong emotional reaction when his soldiers are injured or die.
This emotional involvement may make generals more susceptible to reminiscing and reflecting on past battles after the war, thereby increasing their risk of illness.
5. Sense of responsibility and guilt
A general's excessive emphasis on his soldiers may be accompanied by a strong sense of responsibility and guilt.
When soldiers are injured in battle, generals may think that it is due to their own negligence or wrong decision-making, and fall into deep self-blame.
This sense of responsibility and guilt may also increase the risk of disease.
6: How to balance the concept of building the army and personal emotions?
Having written this, Lu Yunyi's pen suddenly stopped, and he didn't know how to continue.
It is reasonable and logical that victory in war is the first priority on the battlefield.
In order to achieve this goal, no matter what the cost.
In such cases, personal emotions are of little importance.
Lu Yunyi sighed lightly, but he knew deeply that
If a general can keep his mind calm, it will greatly increase the chances of winning the war.
The more you value your soldiers, the stronger their fighting capacity will be, the easier it will be for them to fight, and the more likely they will be promoted.
At present, for him,
The higher the official position, the higher the possibility of getting sick.
Lu Yunyi put down the pen and began to rub his eyebrows, and the bloodshot in his eyes became more and more obvious.
I don’t know how long it took, but a ray of sunlight came in through the window lattice and shone on the rice paper that was covered with a mess of strokes and drawings.
Lu Yunyi looked towards the window blankly.
"Its daybreak?"
He looked at the paper in front of him with some disappointment, and felt annoyed for no reason!
He grabbed the rice paper and used all his strength to knead it into a ball.
Then he threw it to the ground with force, stood up and stomped on it twice.
The movement in the house attracted the attention of Feng Yunfang at the door.
He came in in a hurry,
After taking a closer look, he was stunned.
There were many paper balls scattered densely beside the table, and my master had disheveled hair and looked disheveled.
"Sir? What's wrong with you?"
Lu Yunyi took a deep breath, pressed the corner of the table with one hand, and lowered his head.
He waved his hand gently: "Get out, get out."
Feng Yunfang looked strange and walked closer:
"My Lord? Are you alright?"
"go out!"
Lu Yunyi suddenly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot.
Feng Yunfang was startled, his body shuddered, and he stammered:
"it is good"
Feng Yunfang ran out of the study without looking back.
He looked at a soldier guarding the door and quickly ordered:
"Quick, go to the barracks and call Sir Liu, General Lu is not in a good condition."
A quarter of an hour later, Liu Heiying came hurriedly.
Behind him followed a military doctor and a group of Gyeongju cronies, all with murderous looks on their faces.
When he came to the door of the study, he saw Mu Chuting standing there and bowed:
"Sister-in-law."
Mu Chuting nodded quickly and waved her hand:
"Go in and see what's going on."
Liu Heiying took a deep breath and said in a serious voice:
"Sister-in-law, you need to calm down and tell me what happened yesterday."
"There was nothing strange yesterday, but he suddenly woke up after falling asleep, as if he had a nightmare."
"Nightmare?"
Liu Heiying frowned, feeling extremely absurd.
Based on his understanding of Brother Yun'er, nightmares like this could happen to anyone, but not to him.
"Yes, it was a nightmare. My forehead and back were all wet. Then he left."
Liu Heiying thought for a moment and nodded gently:
"I understand, sister-in-law. Please tell the servants in the mansion not to spread this matter."
As he spoke, murderous intent flashed in Liu Heiying's eyes and his whole body was filled with coldness.
"I see."
Mu Chuting looked serious and nodded slightly.
Liu Heiying explained some more things and then walked quickly into the room.
After entering, Liu Heiying stopped suddenly and looked forward with some suspicion.
At this time, the house was filled with the brightness of the morning sun, with a hint of freshness.
Lu Yunyi seemed to have regained his previous calmness.
He stood quietly by the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the green outside through the wooden window.
The messy clothes and hair have now been tidied up.
Apart from a somewhat haggard look on his face, there was nothing unusual about him.
Lu Yunyi turned around and saw that it was Liu Heying. The smile on his face disappeared instantly and became solemn, and he seemed to let out a soft sigh.
Liu Heiying saw the change in his expression and pursed his lips.
"Brother Yun'er, are you sick?"
Lu Yunyi let out a bitter laugh, sat down on the chair, and nodded slightly:
"Whenever I close my eyes now, faces appear, holding baskets and asking me for my son."
For some reason, Liu Heiying suddenly felt a little relieved:
"Brother Yun'er, I thought you were a cold-blooded person before."
Lu Yunyi rolled his eyes at him and sighed:
"People in my hometown are different after all. Anyway, we have lived there for nearly 20 years. The people and things there have long been engraved in our minds."
Liu Heiying nodded in agreement:
"I feel the same way. Family members are more caring. How about we start our journey back to Gyeongju?"
"No!" Lu Yunyi refused righteously:
"The fighting in the imperial court has just begun. If we run back to Gyeongju,
How should others view us?
If we run away at the critical moment, you and I will never make any progress in our lives."
"But this disease?"
"Don't worry about it, everyone has their own problems."
Lu Yunyi handed a document on the table to Liu Heiying and instructed:
“I didn’t know how to treat it before, and I didn’t know what this disease felt like.
Now that I have experienced it personally, I can take this opportunity to find some treatment methods.
The above are the six treatment methods I have summarized.
Please help me add one or two, and then try them one by one.
The focus should be on the psychological aspect, so that military doctors can be prepared and come up with a plan.”
Liu Heiying's facial features twisted together:
"Brother Yun'er, I think you should take a break. You can't be so tense. You have to think about these things when you are sick."
"Hurry up, we don't have much time left.
There are not many ways to deal with future dangers. What we can do is to do our best and find out what we lack and fill in the gaps. "
Having said this, Liu Heiying nodded and looked at the paper.
1. Cognitive behavioral therapy
Reduce stress responses by helping individuals identify and change incorrect thinking patterns, including interviews, reflection, and practicing new skills.
2. Exposure therapy
Allow the patient to confront the object or situation that causes fear in order to increase cognitive control over it.
Three: supportive psychotherapy
Provide listening, understanding, encouragement and support.
IV. Psychoanalytic Treatment
Analyze the patient's subconscious motivations and impulses to understand the key nodes of post-traumatic stress disorder.
Targetedly relieve symptoms and establish a correct and healthy psychological structure.
IV: Daily conditioning treatment
Avoid excessive mental stress and seek hobbies other than military affairs to distract your attention.
Five: Diet therapy
Eat delicacies from land and sea and experience the richness of life.
6: Drug therapy.
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Liu Heiying looked at them one by one and nodded frequently. These methods were all available in all aspects.
"Brother Yun'er, doctors, military doctors, and cooks are all easy to find.
You can start today, but this daily conditioning treatment
Brother Yuner, I think this is crucial!
The war is over, and we must extricate ourselves from it.
But, Brother Yun'er, do you have any hobbies or interests?"
Liu Heiying had a strange look on his face, looking thoughtful.
Judging from the experiences over the years, Brother Yuner is a person who is not interested in food, drink, entertainment, women or money.
Everyday life is boring and dull.
He was either reading books, studying military strategies and weapons, or managing military affairs.
It seems that none of them can be separated from the battlefield.
Lu Yunyi was also stunned at this moment, and asked in his heart:
"What are my hobbies?"
After thinking for a long time, Lu Yunyi still couldn't figure it out.
Let out a sneer, full of self-mockery:
"What's the point of living like this?"
Liu Heiying scratched his head hard, and an idea suddenly came to his mind!
He walked closer and lowered his voice:
"Brother Yun'er, I will find you a few beautiful and educated women in the city to study with.
My father's eyesight was poor, and he asked my stepmother to study all day long.
He looks like he's enjoying it, why not give it a try?"
Lu Yunyi frowned and resisted instinctively.
But after thinking about it, he nodded gently:
"Let's give it a try. Let's find some troupes that play some musical instruments and give them a try."
Liu Heiying breathed a sigh of relief and nodded vigorously:
"Okay, then I will select some brothers with psychological problems from the army and treat them together to find the best treatment plan."
"Okay, you take care of it."
Liu Heiying looked serious and left quickly, faster than ever before.
(End of this chapter)