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Chapter 49 The world of the mentally ill

"Hmph! There is no good thing for men!" Sister Xiaoyao said angrily after listening to the female doctor's explanation.

I was shocked at that time. Lao Zhang on the side was also embarrassed, but neither of us dared to refute.

The female doctor's eyes lit up when she heard Sister Xiao Yao's concluding remarks, and the two started talking.

Sister Xiao Yao taught female doctors knowledge such as nine lies that men often say, how to see through the purpose of men approaching you, while female doctors gave back where the knife would not cause serious injury (men), and how to chemically castrate a man.

Lao Zhang and I were creepy, especially me, because I found that Sister Xiaoyao's eyes were getting worse and wrong. I used this kind of eyes on the sandbags in the gym.

In extreme fear, I gritted my teeth and interrupted the evil academic exchange between the two.

"Two beauties, that's too late, I still have to visit the patient..." I tried to make my tone look humble.

The female doctor stopped communicating naturally, while Sister Xiaoyao twisted my thigh in discomfort.

Although our help did not work, the female doctor took the initiative to tell us that she would take us to visit Xiao Zhang.

With the female doctor's guide, we saved a lot of trouble, and no one passed by checked and interrogated us.

As I went to the ward, what I saw and heard once again refreshed my understanding of the world.

The world in the eyes of mentally ill people is different from that in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is different from those of us "special" people.

To explain with my own thinking, they created a unique way of thinking and reached the state where they saw that mountains are not mountains and water are not water, but they were compatible with this real world.

The female doctor also specifically reminded us not to bring ourselves into the world of mentally ill people, because they have no flaws in their thinking and worldview. Over time, we will doubt whether everything in our eyes is real or what they see is real.

In order to prevent us from trying without believing, she also gave us negative examples. Many of her predecessors and colleagues, out of curiosity, or wanted to cure their patients in this way, entered the patient's spiritual world, and never returned, and gloriously changed from a psychiatrist to a doctor's mental illness.

These patients converted by doctors are extremely difficult to cure because they have rich theoretical knowledge, and most of them have no hope of recovery.

I could hear the female doctor's words, but I did believe that the world in the eyes of mental patients is different from us.

For example, a girl we met was very cute and looked very quiet. When I found her, she was standing at the corner of the stairs, holding an umbrella with only iron bars left in her hand, looking sad.

The blue and white hospital gown, delicate figure, cute face, and melancholy temperament are simply pitiful to me.

When the girl saw us, she kindly asked us why we didn’t hold an umbrella when it rained. The female doctor told her that we were all wearing raincoats.

Strangely, the girl actually believed it, didn't talk to us anymore, and continued to stand in silence.

I asked the female doctor curiously, "What's wrong with her?"

The female doctor's eyes were a little red, "She has a boyfriend. They agreed to meet in the park that day. Later, it rained and she was waiting in the park with an umbrella. However, her boyfriend was in a car accident on the way to come and died on the spot. She knew that from now on, she would go to the park with an umbrella every day. Later, she was sent here by her family and stood here and waited."

I felt like my heart was punched. The female doctor's description was pale, but it made me feel the girl's sadness in my ears. And this sadness seemed to be endless, because the person she was waiting for would never come. This is the most desperate thing.

"It's so tiring that she always holds an umbrella like this." Sister Xiao Yao's voice was a little choked.

"This umbrella is the one she took back. We tried to hide it, but once she couldn't find the umbrella, she would go crazy. Injecting sedatives can only play a temporary role, and even if we used other umbrellas instead, it would not work." The female doctor's tone was filled with emotion.

No one is involved, this is definitely a depressing story. There are also stories related to the umbrella, White Snake and Xu Xian, but they have at least hope, but people cannot be resurrected. Could it be that this girl has to wait until the end of her life?

"After our statistics, nine out of ten patients have the cause of emotions, and eight of them are related to love." The female doctor added.

I looked back at the girl, she was still holding an umbrella, staring ahead, waiting for someone who was impossible to appear.

I really want to help her. If I can, it doesn't matter if I pay a little, but I don't know how to help her.

As my mind turned sharply, I thought of another question. I can now be sure that people have souls. So will his boyfriend's soul not be sad when he sees her like this? Even if he asks someone for a dream, this girl will probably have a chance to heal without medicine.

"I have asked Qingfeng from my family to check. As long as her boyfriend has not been reincarnated, I will find a way to let them meet." Sister Xiaoyao said to me secretly.

"Sister Xiaoyao, you are so great!" I sincerely praised.

"Compared with this sister's infatuation, it's nothing. Although doing so will cause some cause and effect, I don't care." Sister Xiaoyao said seriously.

My depression eased. As long as Sister Xiaoyao helps, the girl's waiting will surely have a result soon.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

"I just dreamed of a spider."

"You need to add mustard to make mashed potatoes, and it will be better to have a chili oil and vinegar. Did you know that the dishes stewed in the iron pot are more fragrant than those in the electric wok."

"The spider has hair. By the way, have you seen the scene after the female spider gave birth to a small spider? The small spider will eat all the body of the female spider, and the female spider's belly will become like honeycomb coal."

...

A burst of confusing conversation came, and I turned around a corner and saw the person talking.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties and a young man in his twenties. They are sitting on the bench in the corridor, communicating happily.

However, although the two seemed to have a very pleasant conversation, they were not actually talking about the same topic. If they didn't listen to their communication content and just looked at their expressions, they would probably think they were old friends for many years.

"They are both congenital mentally ill. Because they cannot get along with normal people, they are sent here. Fortunately, they are relatively rich at home and have paid them a hundred years of medical expenses. They will spend the rest of their lives here." said the female doctor.

"Can they understand what they are saying?" Sister Xiaoyao asked curiously, as if she had discovered a new world.

"I'm afraid only they know this. From the moment they met each other, they were like old friends for many years, always sitting here to chat. Before that, they were talking to themselves." said the female doctor.

I thought about many possibilities in my mind, but in the end I denied them one by one. I can only say that these two people are too powerful.

I once read a popular book called "Genius on the left and madman on the right", which is Gao Ming's work. The protagonists of this book are mentally ill people.

When I first read it, I thought it was just a different novel. I didn’t expect that the records in it were true and it has been happening in mental hospitals all over the world.

Finally, we arrived at Xiao Zhang's ward. There was a small window on the door of the ward, just like the school door.

Although this is an invasion of the privacy of mentally ill patients, I think it is very necessary. Take the previous dance teacher as an example. If she got crazy in the ward and no one noticed it, by the time the medical staff entered the house again, everything that could be removed in the house might have been removed.

This is the first time I have seen a so-called Xiao Zhang, a pretty big boy, but I am narcissistically thinking that he is not as handsome as me.

Xiao Zhang sat quietly on the hospital bed, his eyes were not focused, and his face was not expressed. His saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth, as if the faucet was broken.

The female doctor took out a card from her pocket and swiped it on the door, "Drip!" and the door opened.

"You go in. Remember to lock the door when you come out. Pull the door on and lock it yourself. Remember not to irritate the patient." The female doctor told her to leave because she already knew that Lao Zhang was a patient's family.

Lao Zhang took Sister Xiaoyao and me into the house. Xiao Zhang had no reaction to our arrival, as if he was isolated from everything in this house.

"Girl, look..." Lao Zhang put away his sadness and looked at Sister Xiaoyao with expectation.

Sister Xiaoyao looked at Xiao Zhang and her brows gradually frowned. When I saw Sister Xiaoyao's attitude, I guess the matter was probably in trouble.

"Let me take a look first." Sister Xiaoyao said, coming straight to Xiao Zhang, squatted down and put his hand on Xiao Zhang's wrist to take his pulse.

"Girl, I'm just such a son, please..." Lao Zhang begged.

I hurriedly grabbed him, "Don't make a sound."

Lao Zhang suddenly realized and nodded to me, looking embarrassed.

I sighed, is this a typical example of concern being confused?

Although Lao Zhang stopped talking, his anxious look could not be covered up, so I had to sit aside and wait and see what happened.

What I didn't expect was that Sister Xiaoyao couldn't stop her pulse and her eyes closed at any time.

Of course, none of these matters, because an old Chinese doctor fell asleep while taking my pulse. At that time, I thought I was already in trouble, so he had been watching for so long.
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