Ye Qiu's expression changed next to him, but he didn't interrupt.
Just because you dare to stand up doesn't mean you can be cured. It's not certain who will win.
After the matter was finalized, everyone immediately set off to the mental hospital.
At the same time, major media outlets in Tianjin were notified and planned to conduct a live broadcast.
As long as the treatment is effective, once the TV station broadcasts it, the credibility of traditional Chinese medicine will be greatly improved.
All the doubts and abuses I suffered before will completely disappear.
On the way to the mental hospital, Sun Liping complained softly.
"Lao Xi, are you crazy?"
"You dare to take on tasks that other Chinese medicine practitioners dare not take on?"
"Do you really think of yourself as a miracle doctor? Have you ever treated depression?"
"You grew up eating shit, right? If your treatment is ineffective, your end will only be worse."
"Ah? Oops!"
Xiding's palms were full of sweat. In fact, he regretted agreeing.
This is a complete waste of time, but now it's too late to say anything, so I can only bite the bullet.
"Don't worry, I'm here."
Xiao Feng smiled slightly and patted the back of his hand.
"You're a piece of shit, you really have no brains."
Sun Liping glared at him: "Lao Xi, don't you understand the situation now?"
"Chairman Gao just wants to use you to contain Chairman Lu, why are you jumping in so stupidly?"
"It's still too late for you to quit now. Don't ruin your career as a Chinese medicine practitioner."
Xiding said nothing with a livid face. He had researched ways to treat depression, but he had not yet put it into practice.
"It's okay, you told me I'm here."
Xiao Feng comforted him again.
"Okay, please ask Dr. Xiao for more help."
With Xiao Feng's two promises, he felt a lot more at ease.
"Oh, you actually believe what he says?"
"I think you are the only one who is sick and has a serious brain problem."
Sun Liping shook her head, you idiot, just die.
About forty minutes later, a dozen cars stopped at the entrance of the mental hospital.
More than thirty traditional Chinese medicine doctors got off the bus one after another, and Lu Dede quickly contacted the person in charge of the mental hospital.
The other party was surprised to learn that so many Chinese medicine doctors had come.
Lu Dede negotiated with the other party and explained the situation clearly.
They are here to treat patients with depression, and they also want to rectify the name of traditional Chinese medicine.
When the person in charge, Dean Yu, heard this, he showed a disdainful smile.
"Chairman Lu, I think it's better to forget it."
"Last time, your Chinese medicine doctor almost caused a disaster."
"Because of his mistake, the patient almost committed suicide. I don't dare to trouble you."
Lu Daode's face froze and he said bluntly: "Dean Yu, please give us another chance."
"I have notified all the major media and they will be at the scene to follow and film the whole process."
"I believe this treatment will not disappoint everyone."
When the other party heard this, he felt that he was suffering from depression.
"Then let's talk nonsense up front. If any unexpected situation occurs again, your Traditional Chinese Medicine Association will be fully responsible."
In about ten minutes, the Tianjin media also arrived at the scene.
These two groups of people entered the hospital and were led by Director Yu to the ward.
There are not many patients with depression here, but they are all severe patients. Patients with mild symptoms do not need to stay here and can be treated at regular intervals and at designated locations.
"Chairman Lu, a new patient arrived two days ago and his condition is quite serious."
"I sleep less than two hours a day, and I am extremely thin."
"We have tried various treatment methods, but the results are not obvious."
Dean Yu sighed and shook his head repeatedly.
"Don't worry, Director Yu, leave this patient to us."
Lu Hongge responded.
Afterwards, Dean Yu led everyone to the ward.
A woman was sitting by the window with dull eyes, her eyes were lifeless, as if she had lost all life.
Xiao Feng felt that he looked familiar, and he was stunned when he took a closer look.
He is actually Xiao Anan's mother, the woman named An Xue.
An An is the little girl Xiao Feng accidentally rescued in Qinglong Temple.
Her mother An Xue was paralyzed by Quan Yougui's domestic violence. Her body had just recovered, but she didn't expect that she had mental problems again.
It had only been a few days, but she had become depressed.
The man also lost weight twice, and there was no flesh on both sides of his cheeks.
Her eye sockets were sunken, her skin was scorched, her dark circles were thick and frightening, and she looked somewhat out of phase.
Although Xiao Feng cured her trauma, the domestic violence over the years has left a serious shadow in her heart, which is buried in the darkness and lingers. This is a typical psychological trauma.
Once a person is trapped in a corner and cannot get out, he will become emotionally out of control and become mentally disturbed.
When An Xue saw so many people and the camera lens, she seemed extremely panicked and hid in the corner, trembling.
"Don't be afraid, Miss An, this is the doctor who is here to treat you."
Dean Yu comforted him.
"Let the reporters get out and don't let them take pictures of me. I don't want to see them. Let them go away..."
An Xue roared loudly and became extremely irritable.
When Lu De saw this situation, he quickly asked reporters and others to exit first, leaving only a few people in the ward.
Xiao Feng naturally didn't leave either. He stood in the corner, looking extremely inconspicuous, and no one paid any attention to him.
Xiding walked up to An Xue with a smile on his face.
"Girl, don't be afraid..."
"I'm not a girl, I already have a daughter."
An Xue interrupted him.
"Okay, this lady..."
"Don't call me madam. That's for calling a rich person. I'm just a poor working man."
An Xue interrupted him again.
"This lady..."
"Don't call me ma'am either..."
"Fuck!"
Xiding couldn't help but cursed, "What is this thing called? No matter how you call it, it's wrong."
"Doctor, are you upset inside?"
"Do you feel that this society is very dark? Have you wanted to escape from this world many times, but you don't know where to go?"
"You even thought about killing people to vent the anger in your heart."
"Or be killed to end your miserable life..."
The two looked at each other, and An Xue spoke very slowly.
There is no emotion at all, but every word makes people feel desperate.
Xiding stared at her blankly, as if he had been brought into the other person's world.
Everyone around was dumbfounded. Who is the patient here? Who is treating whom?
"No, please listen to me first..."
Xiding shook his head and immediately woke up.
"I understand what you are thinking, and I can also understand how you feel now."
"Relax, I will cure you, trust me..."
Xiding comforted her for a few minutes. After seeing that the other party calmed down, he took out the silver needle and started treatment.
And while performing the acupuncture, he intentionally chatted with An Xue and communicated with each other as much as possible.
An Xue also answered all questions, but the answers she gave were all wrong.
For example, if you ask her if she has eaten? She says I just finished pooping.
But even so, Xiding was very patient, slowly providing psychological counseling to her, following her words, and understanding the other person's inner world bit by bit.
When treating a patient with depression, the first step is to help him open his heart. Only by opening his heart can he regain his life.
Xiding's method is correct, and combined with the soothing treatment of silver needles, it will definitely have a certain effect.
An Xue was leaning on the sofa with her eyes closed, but her brows were furrowed and her body was shaking from time to time, as if she had had a nightmare.