With the cooperation of the family members, the patients were brought back to the ward.

Gasping heavily, looking at Li Xian, who was leading the singing, Dr. Zhao sighed deeply.

Alas... I feel so good that I have symptoms of schizophrenia.

All the patients were comforted back to the ward and the patients were given medicine, which took more than an hour.

After all this, the family and the caregivers were exhausted.

In the corridor, exhausted family members leaned against the wall, squatting or sitting.

There was a faint sob of depression, but it was impossible to tell which face they came from.

The doctor is in front of the door.

After sorting out the shirt that had most of the buttons torn off, Dr. Zhao looked at Li Xian.

"Why do I add some more Pule (schizophrenia treatment medicine) to you?"

Li Xian, who leaned against the wall like his family, led the singing of "Defending the Yellow River" ten times, was so tired that he was dull.

"Don't add a little, prescribe me a double dose. Destroy me, hurry up, tired."

“…”

Looking at his face full of indifference, Dr. Zhao grinned.

"Young man, your name is Li Xian?"

Just when Li Xian was already desperate about the world and didn't want to make trouble anymore, a family member of a patient standing opposite him smiled reluctantly at him.

It was a woman in her fifties.

In the vague memory, Li Xian remembered that she seemed to be the mother of a schizophrenia patient in the opposite ward.

The patient impressed him deeply. He didn't speak in a gentle manner. When he spoke in a crazy manner, he always used "what you said this" as the beginning of talking to others.

It seems... it is a relatively qualified patient in this ward.

"Thank you, it's been more than a month, and my son has been crazy the shortest tonight."

He responded to the aunt's smile, but Li Xian did not speak up.

But the woman obviously doesn't want to stop the topic.

"I could hold him back when he got crazy before, but now he is getting older and his arms and legs are becoming less and less useful."

Li Xian raised his head and looked at the woman opposite him.

Her hair was gray in size, and the wrinkles on her forehead seemed to be plowed. Her overall face felt much older than her voice.

Judging from her facial features, she should have looked good when she was young. However, the clothes she wore were extremely rustic, with a plaid coat with a floral tie and a plaid white shirt that was already shampooed, making her look as if she had come out of an old photo ten years ago.

Feeling Li Xian's look, the woman uneasyly picked up the corner of her clothes and smiled awkwardly.

"Yes... it's my son. He studied very well in high school. The teachers said he would definitely be admitted to Tsinghua University. But on the day of the college entrance examination, something was wrong with him. He didn't speak or go out. When the grades came out, he saw that he only scored 400 points, and he was finished. He was crazy... for ten years."

"Hi,"

He said a lot about himself, and the woman patted her forehead.

"Look, why do I tell you this? I just want to say, the idea of ​​the chorus is so good, you are really smart, and don't look like a sick person at all...I, don't think too much about me, I know you have depression, but...hey."

Li Xian never spoke, but the woman finally said that she was at a loss.

Facing the woman's crampage, Li Xian nodded.

"It's okay, I understand."

The woman was stunned and then smiled.

"That's good, that's good."

He smiled at Li Xian again, and the woman walked to the other end of the corridor and sat down against the wall.

Looking at the families in the corridor who were in similar condition as women, Dr. Zhao shook his head.

"Li Xian, go back and take medicine and go to bed."

The figure of the woman following the eyes, Li Xian grabbed Dr. Zhao's arm.

"Doctor Zhao, can you lend me your guitar?"

"You can play? Oh, I almost forgot, you used to be a celebrity agent."

Turning back, Dr. Zhao took out the guitar from the room and handed it to Li Xian.

"Don't make it too loud, many patients have just settled down."

Ignoring his advice, Li Xian directly hugged the guitar in his arms.

After a little debugging of the strings, as his fingers gently tweaked, a gentle and soothing chord wandered in the corridor.

The sudden sound of guitar sounded, and the families of patients raised their heads in a daze.

Looking at the woman at the end of the corridor, Li Xian smiled faintly.

"Say goodbye, the water train will arrive at the station soon.

No one will return on the road to the future.

Say goodbye, even if you are nostalgic, don't look back.

At the other end of the sea, there must be an empty shore..."

The sudden singing also attracted the medical staff passing through the corridor.

A pair of tired eyes looked at Li Xian.

"Is this the depression in Room 404?"

"I didn't pay attention to it before, are you so handsome?"

The two young nurses holding trays blinked in surprise.

"Do your most gentle dreams and stop walking in a hurry.

In the vast space and time, among millions of people, listen to your heart.

Lost all the way and witnessed all the time.

No matter how many scenery you have seen, your eyes are as clear as the beginning, and love still moves you..."

The flowing song was like a Rubik's Cube, and everyone in the corridor was frozen there.

In the office, Dr. Zhao frowned and showed a surprised look.

And Li Xian in front of him had closed his eyes.

His voice was a little hoarse, but he was extremely gentle.

"Dear traveler, there is no road without wind or waves.

There will be loneliness, sadness, and endless hope.

Dear traveler, this journey will be short but long.

And everything will eventually converge into the most abundant scene..."

On a rare quiet night in the ward, the singing sounded like flowing water, washing away all the anxiety and pain.

"Dear traveler, you are still what you remember.

Pass through the crowd, walk through the world, and then go further away.

There must always be such a place deep in your soul;

Always drifting on the sea and flying in the air.

Always light and hot, I don’t want to sink... I don’t want to fall..."

Looking at Li Xian who had already devoted himself to the emotions of the song, the woman at the end of the corridor covered her nose.

The difference between mental illness and ordinary diseases is that this is a disease involving cognition. "If you have a disease, you need to be treated" and various scientific judgments are often not applicable to patients.

Most severe patients are passively cooperating or even fighting to the death, stubbornly thinking that they are not sick at all.

As family members, they are sometimes more tormented than the patients themselves.

The pressure, financial burden, and invisible hope of improvement caused by long-term care have made most of the families of patients wander on the verge of collapse.

But at this moment, they only felt a clear spring that cleansed the anxiety and pressure in their hearts!

It seemed that the soul became lighter with the melody.

This feeling of relaxation has really disappeared for too long, too long...

As Li Xian chanted, the family members closed their eyes and covered their faces.

Drops of involuntary tears slid down their eyes and fingers.

Dong!

As a tear fell to the ground, a pleasant sound of Li Xian's ears sounded.

[Received tearful eyes with intense emotions, the healing system has been activated].

Just when Li Xian was surprised by his auditory hallucination, he kept putting his hands on his shoulders.

"Li Xian, come in. Let's do it again for the evaluation at noon."

The video of the mobile phone was suspended, and Dr. Zhao smiled slightly and said.
Chapter completed!