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Chapter 183 Ming Dynasty Patient

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    In the dark and cramped courtyard, only Hai Rui and the old servant lived.

    The old servant called Hai An, and he was Hai Rui's distant cousin.  In addition to being a servant, he also held many jobs including Hai Rui's bookboy, doorman, cook, washerwoman, and sweeper.

    There is no way, who makes our Lord Hai poor?  But this also forced the old man to master a variety of skills at a long time, otherwise he would really not be able to understand the poem.

    Hai Rui looked like a zombie after he was released from prison. Hai An saw it and felt anxious in his heart.

    Therefore, after seeing Zhao Hao's poem, it analyzed Hai Rui's psychological state incisively and vividly, Hai'an introduced him to his master just in case.

    Sure enough, Hai Rui, who was originally looking haggard, finally changed his expression after seeing the poem.  He ordered Hai'an to bring the poet in to see what his intentions were.

    After hearing Zhao Hao's reply, Hai Rui's eyes became even colder.  But behind the coldness, there seemed to be a trace of anger.

    Zhao Hao knew that it was the result of embarrassment and anger after someone saw through his mind.

    He admitted that writing this poem to provoke Hai Rui was actually part of a gamble.

    But seeing Hai Rui's reaction, Zhao Hao knew that he had made the right bet - the Master Hai Ruihai in front of him was not the Ming Dynasty Sword that was immune to evil at all, but a pitiful mental patient.

    It¡¯s just that no one can define this disease now. It would be four hundred years later that it had a name called ¡®post-traumatic stress disorder¡¯.

    Zhao Hao once read an idle medical study, saying that Hai Rui might have suffered from severe post-traumatic stress disorder during a series of accidents during the 45th year of Jiajing.  Because after he wrote the letter, Emperor Jiajing fell ill and became ill until his death.  This made him feel that he was not to blame for the death of the late emperor.

    To make matters worse, almost at the same time, his two sons also died one after another in shock

    Hai Rui was a loyal believer in Confucianism and believed deeply in the theory of "the unity of heaven and man". Naturally, he believed that the death of his two sons was due to the interaction between heaven and man - in layman's terms, it was because he killed the emperor and the heaven  Then he sent down a divine punishment and took away his two sons.

    Once this kind of knowledge is formed, it will be an absolutely devastating blow to a stubborn person like Hai Rui.  Let him fall into a death spiral of self-doubt, self-denial, self-exile, and even self-destruction.

    And these are all specific symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder.  A series of extreme behaviors throughout his second half of life were probably also caused by this trauma.

    Zhao Hao decided to help him.

    Because he has always had respect for those who dare to ask for orders for the people.

    And even from the most utilitarian point of view, Hai Rui is the future governor of Yingtian and one of the big guys.

    Although the hair on the thigh is very prickly, it won¡¯t be that comfortable to hold.  But as long as you are smart, you can still use this divine sword to kill the demons and monsters all over the ground.

    Naturally, Hai Rui cannot be allowed to give up on himself and eventually become a paranoid man who is useless

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    "Why did you write this poem?" Hai Rui asked coldly.

    "Because I respect Haigong very much, I can't just sit back and watch Haigong get sick and remain indifferent." Zhao Hao replied warmly.

    "That's nonsense!" How could he break through the fifty-year-old man's defenses with just a few words?  What's more, a man as tough as a rock like Hai Rui.  I just heard him smile coldly and say: "I am in good health. I don't even have a headache or fever."

    "Hai Gong's disease is in your heart," Zhao Hao shook his head and said, "The disease in your heart is invisible and intangible, but it is eroding your energy and spirit all the time, causing you to be mentally confused and behave abnormally. If you don't pay attention to it and get treatment quickly, you will definitely die.  Destroy you as a person.¡±

    After a pause, Zhao Hao met Hai Rui's gaze again and said in a deep voice: "Besides, Hai Gong is also an official of Dali Temple who is in charge of the national law department. If you are mentally ill, it will harm not just you, but millions of people."  The fate of all people!¡±

    This is said to be Hai Rui¡¯s biggest worry.  Honest Lord Hai nodded slightly involuntarily and hissed: "I have repeatedly written to beg to go, but the court refuses to allow it"

    Realizing that he had lost his composure, Hai Rui hurriedly lowered his face and said, "But I am asking to go, not because I think I am sick in my heart, but because I am worried about my mother having no one to support me"

    "Haigong is not even afraid of death, so why doesn't he have the courage to face his heart?" Zhao Hao took two steps forward.

    Hai Rui could not help but tilt his upper body back slightly, frowning and saying, "I will take care of myself three times a day"

    "That's great. Do you dare to have a frank conversation with me?" Zhao Hao smiled and said, "Swear that every word I say is from the bottom of my heart, without pretense?!"

      "Why do I have to waste so much time talking to you, a slutty brat?" Hai Rui snorted with a straight face, "I never tell lies!"

    "Okay, this is what you said!" Zhao Hao selectively ignored Hai Rui's first sentence and firmly grasped the second half of his sentence: "Then let's start this frank conversation."

    "Who wants to talk to you?" Hai Rui turned his head away, but did not let anyone drive him out.

    "The root cause of Hai Gong's disease is still in the "Public Security Manual"." Zhao Hao stopped in the hall. At this time, the distance between him and Hai Rui was about four feet, which was already the limit of social distance.  In this position, it was enough to oppress Hai Rui, but not enough to cause him obvious psychological rejection.

    Hai Rui frowned and asked, "What's wrong with "Public Security Shu"?"

    "Everyone in the world says that it is extremely glorious for you to be on "Public Security", but you feel deeply guilty about it." Zhao Hao said in a deep voice.

    "Nonsense, I wrote this letter to ask for orders for the people and to King Yao and Shun. Now that I have done it, I will not regret it!" Hai Rui seemed to be insulted, with veins on his forehead pulsing and his breathing became much heavier.

    "Then on the last day of the imperial edict, when the jailer invited you to dinner, why did you spit out all the food you ate after hearing that the late emperor passed away, until you fainted from crying?" Zhao Hao smiled lightly and said to himself that he is indeed a gentleman.  You can bully others. If the world were filled with gentlemen like Hai Rui, you would be invincible.

    "Shouldn't I be sad when I hear that my father passed away?" Hai Rui's heavy breathing became chaotic, and the veins on his forehead gradually faded.

    "You're crying, why are you vomiting out all the food you've eaten?" Zhao Hao had a hateful look on his face that said, "I've seen through you." He looked directly at Hai Rui, not letting him dodge his eyes and said, "  Your reaction at that time was not out of grief at all, but to hear the jailer congratulate you on your impending acquittal and reinstatement of your duties!"

    "The late emperor didn't kill you, and even pardoned you in his will. How dare you say that you don't feel any remorse at all?" Zhao Hao asked Hai Rui rapidly, leaving no room for Hai Rui to dodge.

    "I, I" Under Zhao Hao's penetrating gaze, Hai Rui blushed for a long time, and finally nodded slumped, saying in a low voice: "Of course I will blame myself."

    "And after you were released from prison, you learned that the two young masters, Zhongdi and Zhongliang, died one after another while you were in prison, which made your self-blame even more intense!"

    "This makes you have to wonder, is it because you cursed the late emperor to death that you incurred divine punishment and took away the two sons you regarded as life?!"

    Zhao Hao took another step closer, invading Hai Rui's psychologically safe distance.

    Hai Rui had no reaction to this and just listened blankly to Zhao Hao's assertion.

    Suddenly, he felt his cheeks getting cold, and he stretched out his hand to touch it. It turned out that long-lost tears were flowing down from his deep-set eye sockets

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