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251. He is so normal, there must be something wrong

Jiang Weicai was a little confused.

He was an ordinary reporter who originally sneaked into the mental hospital to find information about Lu Jian. Why did he get so much attention?

Jiang Weicai found Lu Tan during lunch and originally wanted to go over and ask some questions, but Lu Tan didn't know if he had noticed something, so he remained tight-lipped and only said a few words to cover himself.

Is this how this person treats his fans?

After returning home in despair, Jiang Weicai was planning to find another opportunity to get some information, but he didn't expect that he would be approached by a doctor.

In the interview room, Jiang Weicai was sitting on the table, and there was a mirror on the wall next to him, which reflected his face.

The door to the room was opened, and Jiang Wei saw a man in a white coat walking in.

That turned out to be Lu Jian.

He looked like a psychiatrist and sat opposite Jiang Weicai.

"Name."

"Didn't you just..."

"Name."

"Jiang Weicai."

Jiang Weicai answered honestly that Lu Jian looked like a police officer interrogating a prisoner, showing no anger or authority.

"Your symptoms are... delusional disorder?"

Lu Tan looked across the street.

"Yes, I often fantasize about things."

Jiang Weicai felt that he could not be exposed, otherwise something bad might happen to him, so he hurriedly explained.

"How long have you had these symptoms?"

"Since, since many months ago, doctor, can you help me?"

Jiang Weicai felt that his acting skills were so good that he even considered making his acting debut for three seconds.

"In your situation, there is still hope."

Lu Tan said seriously.

"But you have to cooperate with the treatment."

When Jiang Weicai heard this, he also sat upright and pricked up his ears.

"I will show you some pictures now, and you tell me what you see."

Lu Tan took out several pictures from somewhere and handed the top one to Jiang Weicai.

Jiang Weicai had heard before that this was a psychological test that could analyze the patient's psychology through their imagination of blurry pictures. He should be able to pass the test just by casually talking about some yes or no. Lu Tan was definitely not a serious person anyway.

psychiatrist.

As expected of me, if it had been anyone else, I might have been fooled.

He took the picture handed over by Lu Tan and was stunned for a moment when he saw what was on it.

That's a cat.

It's not a metaphor, it's just a picture of a cat.

That's not right.

Aren't these tests all about ambiguous pictures, allowing patients to freely express themselves? What's going on with this cat?

Although cats are cute, if I directly say that this is a cat, does that mean there is something wrong with my test results?

In this case, it’s certainly impossible to say it’s a cat, right?

But maybe if you think about it differently, if you say something else when you are obviously a cat, this is too obvious, and it will be seen through?

While thinking about it, Jiang Weicai felt that he had played games with Lu Jian more than a dozen times.

Finally, he raised his head and looked at Lu Jian.

"This is a dog."

Lu Tan didn't say anything, he just took back the picture and handed the second one to Jiang Weicai.

"I don't know what he thinks."

When Jiang Weicai was thinking in his mind, he saw the second picture.

It was a set of mahjong tiles, with big three-yuan bumps and bumps, which made people want to push the tiles.

"?"

Jiang Weicai can't fix it.

What should I say at this time?

Report the card type?

Or are you pretending not to recognize Mahjong at all?

He hesitated for a while and finally answered.

"This is an ant."

Lu Tan took back the picture and said nothing.

After several more tests, Lu Jian put away all the pictures and then looked at Jiang Weicai seriously.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Then he left the meeting room, leaving Jiang Weicai alone in the messy room.

next door.

Separated from the meeting room by a wall, there is no mirror, only a piece of glass.

Opposite the glass is Jiang Weicai sitting.

This is similar to the structure of the police torture room for prisoners, which is used by some doctors to consult patients. After all, some patients will feel uneasy when seeing many people, and such a structure can allow several doctors to carefully observe the patient's performance.

At the same time, it does not scare the patient.

Lu Tan walked into this room. There was also a young nurse and Dr. Hao inside. The two of them had just watched the conversation between Lu Tan and Jiang Weicai.

"Dr. Hao, you saw everything in the examination just now. I think this patient's condition is very serious."

Lu Tan said seriously.

"......really."

Dr. Hao didn't know for a while whether it was reliable to allow mental patients to diagnose and treat mental patients.

But similar ones should be able to accurately distinguish similar ones, right?

"His initial behavior was very normal, and he responded to my questions just like ordinary people. In this case, I think it is a sign that the symptoms have become very serious. He has upgraded from mild symptoms where he would reveal his mental problems to severe symptoms.

Learn to hide your uniqueness."

Lu Tan pointed at Jiang Weicai on the other side of the glass.

"However, he may have realized that he was too normal, so in the Rorschach test I conducted, he deliberately said the wrong things in the pictures. These are very common pictures that will not cause misidentification. If he

The normality before was true, so he will definitely not admit it now, but the answer he gave was ridiculously wrong, so we can conclude that he was just pretending to be normal."

Dr. Hao didn't react when he heard Lu Tiao's words.

Why does this mental patient feel that he can talk better than me, a doctor?

Is there still a saying in the field of mental illness that a long-term illness can lead to a cure?

Dr. Hao looked at the little nurse, who was also confused.

"I looked at the medical records. This patient had mild illness before and was hospitalized for a short time. I think it was the result of his disguise. He should be a patient with severe delusional disorder and also has the characteristics of persecutory delusion and schizophrenia.

, if left unchecked, it could be very dangerous!”

Lu Jian reminded.

"Such a patient must be rushed to the intensive care unit and taken good care of. If necessary, his movements must be restricted to prevent him from harming himself and others."

Dr. Hao thought for a while and felt that what Lu Tan said made sense.

It’s not scary to have a psychopath who goes crazy when seeing people. What’s scary is a neuropath who hides himself like a normal person. Such people usually suppress themselves for too long, and once they get sick, they may be irreversible.

He hurriedly contacted the nursing staff, and then he saw several powerful nursing staff walking into the room, holding down the confused Jiang Weicai, and trying to inject him with sedatives.

"No, no, wait, you guys wait, I'm not actually sick, I'm just pretending, I forged the admission certificate, I'm actually a reporter, I'm here to interview Lu Tian."

Jiang Weicai immediately shouted.

"If you don't believe me, go check it out. I'm a reporter, I'm not a mental patient! I'm not sick!"

Seeing this scene, Lu Tan shook his head and sighed deeply.

"Look, he has already formed a complete and self-consistent world view and self-understanding. Such a patient is extremely dangerous and needs to be handled with caution!"

After saying this, Lu Tan changed the topic and said seriously again.

"Moreover, no mentally ill person would say that he is sick. When a mentally ill person says that he is not sick, it means that he must have a serious illness."

"..."

Dr. Hao witnessed this scene from the sidelines and didn't know what to say for a moment.

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