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42: Chapter 42 Emotion Soothing (Sound) +2 42: Chapter 42 Emotion Soothing (Sound) +2 It’s almost time for class, and after a couple of glances at the commotion, the college students blocked ahead saw a teacher taking over the scene, they didn’t want to stay and started to walk towards the classrooms one after another.

But at the same time, more students arriving just on time for class were merging onto this main road, only to find themselves stuck.

As fewer were leaving and more were coming, the road became even more congested.

The young teacher was sweating profusely, realizing he couldn’t communicate with the girl no matter what he tried.

Upon seeing Weng Pinting and Nan Zhubin approaching, he felt a sudden relief: “What should we do next, teachers?”

Weng Pinting glanced at the young teacher, stating plainly and directly: “Deep breathing.”

She signaled for the young teacher to take deep breaths, because after prolonged comforting without effect, he himself was on the verge of a mild panic state.

At the same time, Weng Pinting was suggesting what they needed to do next—help the injured girl “deep breathe.”

Yes, deep breathing.

Deep breathing can effectively relax the body muscles, slow the heart rate, and thus help calm the person.

But like “the secret to improving grades is to study hard,” “to stay alive you must keep breathing,”

“to relieve panic you must deep breathe” is also a method that sounds easy but is quite perplexing in practice.

The point is, an individual experiencing a panic attack cannot control themselves during such an episode.

That’s why external intervention is needed.

…

Weng Pinting embraced the injured girl.

She used an embracing posture.

Weng Pinting was naturally tall, over 1.70 meters, while the injured girl was petite, looking nearly a head shorter than Weng Pinting at a glance.

This allowed Weng Pinting to envelop the girl as if a mother holding her child.

Weng Pinting’s left hand circled around the girl’s body, grasping her shoulder, while the right hand rested on the girl’s back, gently stroking repeatedly from between the shoulder blades to the lower back.

Visibly, the injured girl stopped trembling.

Nan Zhubin felt a sense of relief.

A panic state is a stress response when faced with danger, and when people confront unmanageable dangers, they enter a state of [regression].

When in a [regression] state, people uncontrollably abandon the mature adaptation skills or methods they had learned, bizarrely reverting to primal, childish states psychologically and behaviorally.

Like the injured girl now in a panic state, it’s also a form of regression to some extent.

Her curled-up, knee-hugging posture, ignoring the outside world, is physiologically a reasonable behavior only in infancy stages.

And Weng Pinting’s embrace and gentle stroking resemble a mother isolating a child from external dangers using her body, providing the safest protection.

Simply put, this is the method most capable of providing a sense of safety.

However, considering public ethics issues, it’s less appropriate for unfamiliar opposite sexes to perform such acts.

Especially in the presence of so many students around.

Only Weng Pinting, with her status and confidence, could implement such an intervention.

After initially calming the trembling girl, Weng Pinting whispered to the girl in her arms:

“Whatever happened before.”

“At this moment, now.”

“You are safe.”

“Very safe.”

“I will protect you, and for now, you only need to do one thing.”

“Deep breathe.”

“Deep breathe, follow my rhythm.”

“Inhale, exhale—inhale, exhale—”

Along with the words, Weng Pinting adjusted the force of her hands on the girl’s back to provide appropriate physical guidance.

But Weng Pinting soon frowned, realizing the girl was still sobbing, still panting.

She seemed unable to hear anything.

…

Trouble.

Although the embrace stopped the trembling, this response was purely physiological, like a finger withdrawing after being pricked by a needle.

Mentally, the girl was still unable to accept external information, making Weng Pinting’s guidance and words ineffective.

To solve the current problem was actually simple—just wait, that’s enough.

A panic attack usually reaches its peak within ten minutes or so, then gradually subsides.

No matter how severe the sense of impending doom is, it will dissipate after a while.

As for the psychological harm and other issues caused, that’s a topic for later.

This doesn’t mean that Weng Pinting’s efforts were useless; physical comfort can affect the psyche.

Simply put, if the girl originally needed about five minutes to pass the peak of panic and start receiving external information, now it would take less than three minutes.

And after three minutes, when the girl can start adjusting her breathing following Weng Pinting’s guidance, she can recover more quickly to her normal state.

The peak of her sense of impending doom would be lower, with less harm endured.

The girl’s state would persist for a while, at least it wouldn’t end before class.

In addition to comforting the injured girl, they also needed to ensure that the other students were minimally affected by this incident — at least avoiding traffic problems that might prevent punctual students from attending class on time, causing tardiness.

With these thoughts in mind, Weng Pinting looked up to give a few words of instruction to the young teacher accompanying her, ordering him to maintain order at the scene for the time being.

“Whatever happened before.”

A voice suddenly interjected.

Nan Zhubin approached quickly, bending down, with a low and gentle voice:

“At this moment, now.”

“You are safe.”

“Very safe…”

Weng Pinting’s eyes glanced sideways at Nan Zhubin, what’s with this guy?

But the next second, she felt her arm tighten.

The injured girl’s hand, like grabbing a lifeline, clutched Weng Pinting’s arm tightly!

Did she react?

Why?

What’s the principle?

They were saying the same words, clearly?

“I will protect you, and for now, you only need to do one thing.”

“Deep breathe.”

“Deep breathe, follow my rhythm.”

“Inhale, exhale—in hale, exhale—”

Feeling the rising and falling of the body beneath her hand, Weng Pinting’s gaze changed.

She looked at Nan Zhubin, her eyes shooting a probing gaze of level 5 intensity.

“Good, let’s continue, now we need you to do a little more.”

“You’ve relaxed a little now, but I need you to tense your body up again.”

“Then with each round of deep breathing, relax one part of your body in turn.

Start with the torso, then the head, then the arms, and lastly the legs.”

“It might be hard to understand, but it’s okay, just follow my commands, you can do it.”

“Come on, inhale, exhale—inhale, exhale—relax your torso—”

Nan Zhubin paid no attention to Weng Pinting’s gaze.