I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

[Mental illness is nothing, who was driving the car last time, the passenger in the co-pilot suddenly pulled out a knife and stabbed him several times, now some people wear a set of chain mail inside when they go to work! 】

[Don’t panic when you encounter a mental illness. If you don’t stimulate him, he will usually not fall ill. By the way, if you see a teddy bear walking on the road, remember to say it.]

[You can just brag, I think if you really encounter mental illness, why don't you call the police as soon as possible, why are you still chatting here? 】

The drivers were skeptical.

The driver is also a little behind the scenes.

You really should call the police.

But wait a minute.

He didn't do anything wrong, and he didn't hurt himself. He sat here peacefully. Why did he call the police?

You can't arrest him just because he is mentally ill, right?

There are so many people to arrest in this world.

He continued to drive, chatting with Lu Jian in a non-conforming manner.

"Here we are, please take your belongings and get off from the right door."

When the car arrived at the gate of Jiangcheng Mental Hospital, the driver said something.

"thank you."

Lu Jian took the backpack.

"Driving very well, I hope to ride in your car next time."

"That wouldn't be the case..."

The driver forced a smile.

He got out of the car, and when he was about to close the door, he yelled into the car again.

"Amber, here we are, we can get out of the car."

"..."

The driver stared blankly at Lu Jian and said to the air in the back seat.

When Lu Jian closed the car door, the driver took a serious look at his back seat. Looking at the empty seat, he felt a chill down his spine.

The driver did not leave in a hurry, but stared at Lu Triman seriously, and turned his head when he saw that he had indeed entered the mental hospital, talking and laughing with a man dressed as a doctor, and disappeared from sight together.

"is that a lie......"

While muttering, the driver started WeChat to find the contact information of the nearest Feng Shui master.

In Jiangcheng Mental Hospital, in a consultation room, Lu Juan sat opposite Dr. Hao.

"Director Lu, we have arranged a quiet ward for you, so you won't be disturbed by other patients."

Dr. Hao said with a gentle smile.

"That's not necessary, Dr. Hao. When I said rest, I mainly want to have a chat with the patients, have a heart-to-heart talk, and collect materials by the way. Maybe I can help you treat a few people."

Lu Bian waved his hand.

"Ah, this..."

Dr. Hao was a little uneasy.

Could it be that Lu Juan fooled all his patients at that time, and finally everyone flew over the lunatic asylum together?

"It's okay, I'm quite confident in my physical strength, they shouldn't be able to beat me."

Lu Jian raised a hand, showing his muscles.

"Then... that's fine."

Dr. Hao had no choice but to change Lu Yi's ward to the critically ill area.

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===364. Mental hospital storyteller===

Jiangcheng Mental Hospital.

The official name is Jiangcheng Mental Health Center. It was established in the 30s and has a history of 90 years. The last renovation of the hospital was 20 years ago. Later, only the equipment was updated, and no construction was started.

In the cognition of many children born in Jiangcheng, this hospital is a symbol of horror and horror. As the best story that threatens children to sleep, "If you don't sleep, I will send you to No. 900, Xicheng North Road." Speaking out, many children were so frightened that they couldn't sleep even more.

Of course, with the promotion of hospital construction in recent years and the popularization of the Internet, mental hospitals are not so scary.

Which of these modern Internet users does not have depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder, persecution paranoia?

Now No. 900 Xicheng North Road is generally used to curse people.

How to use it, such as "Hurry up and go back to No. 900, Xicheng North Road", "Do you live at No. 900, Xicheng North Road?" etc. These are stalks that only local people can understand. , at a loss.

The intensive care unit of the hospital.

During this time, more and more people came to the critically ill area.

Dr. Hao was also a little at a loss.

Some of these people thought they saw colorful pork flying in the sky, some wore VR glasses to show themselves in the toilet for no reason, and some even claimed that they saw their walking teddy bears on the street. .

The arrival of Lu Yi made the already lively intensive care area even worse.

Fortunately, these are already critically ill patients, and most of them cannot stop taking medicine. They need to rely on pharmacological means to suppress their mental illness. Therefore, even if Lu Jian talks nonsense, it will not affect these people.

In the early morning, the sun shone on the head of the bed, and Lu Jian woke up to the sound of the radio.

The critically ill areas are all independent wards. Lu Juan washed up, changed into the hospital gown for going out, and went to the cafeteria with other patients.

Breakfast in the cafeteria is traditional breakfast such as buns, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, which is a bit bland for ordinary people. In fact, they are worried that those irritating foods will cause patients to attack.

For patients with severe mental disorders, physical discomfort can easily trigger mental fluctuations, which in turn aggravate symptoms.

Lu Yi took a bowl of soy milk, a fried dough stick, and two steamed buns, and sat in the cafeteria.

At the table, several patients were sitting together, eating in silence.

Judging from Lu Jian's contacts in the past two days, these patients are not autistic, and their silence is just an appearance.

Many people are ridiculed by others or even disliked by their family members because they are different as soon as they speak, so they gradually develop the habit of reticence and aggravate their symptoms at the same time.

For a long time, mental patients have been viewed with a strange look, and people are afraid of them, fear them, and keep them at a respectful distance.

But sitting here, Lu Jian felt very warm, just like coming home.

After breakfast and morning exercises, it is time for free activities.

Most of the critically ill patients are confined to their rooms and can only be active in the entertainment room for two hours in the morning, two hours in the afternoon and two hours in the evening, for a total of six hours.

At this moment, in the entertainment room, those who played table tennis, those who watched TV, and those who read alone are all gone.

All the patients gather around one person and listen to what he has to say.

"It is said that in that year, Nanhua Private Renji Hospital had not yet been established, and the director was studying abroad at that time."

Holding a plastic bottle in his hand as a gavel, Lu Lian sat on a chair and talked about his experience vividly.

He sometimes told stories about a few people riding in a car in the wilderness at night and encountering mice and flying fish.

Sometimes it tells the story of the undead playing the piano with mannequins in a run-down theater.

Sometimes there is a story about a ronin and a girl who go to the center of the world and face each other at the two ends of time.

I don't know why, when these seriously ill mentally ill patients heard the story of Lu Trim, they became quieter, like kindergarten children, staring at Lu Trim with curious eyes.

With the end of the rest time, Lu Juan slapped the "gavel", the story came to an end, and the patients also returned from the state of shining eyes to the state of dull silence.

Seeing this scene, the little nurse outside the lounge said to Dr. Hao worriedly.

"Doctor Hao, is there something wrong with this? Can he influence and control these patients?"

"Don't talk nonsense, these people just think it's new, you go to work, don't hang around here."

Dr. Hao told the little nurse not to think about it, and drove her away, then looked at Lu Jian who had walked out of the entertainment room, and greeted him.

"Director Lu, how do you feel?"

It has to be said that when Lu Juan was there, these patients were much more obedient, and they didn't resist the injections and medicines, just like elementary school students who can do anything for the spring outing.

Dr. Hao suddenly had the idea of ​​letting Lu Yi stay in the hospital forever.

"It's not bad. They are very good. I often chat with them and understand their thoughts. I think many of them are very reasonable."

Lu Yi casually pointed to a bald, 25-year-old patient who was originally a programmer.

"For example, he was sent in because he planned on the computer to hang his boss's street lamp. I heard what he said. His boss is really hateful. I think such a person should be hung on the street lamp! "

He pointed to another old man who only had two or three hairs on his head and was wearing flip-flops and a vest in winter.

"For example, he was originally a teacher, and he worked hard to raise three children. As a result, the three brothers were more inhumane than the other. He was sent here because the old man was said to be mentally ill. This is too abominable!"

He looked again at a woman whose arms were raised, pretending to be holding a child.

"For example, she originally took the child home from the kindergarten, but met a perverted murderer, and the child and herself were stabbed more than 80 times. She got up from the mourning hall with one breath, and was sent to the Here, it is really sad!"

Dr. Hao looked at the three people.

The woman's body was intact. She was insane because she had failed fifty consecutive blind dates, and in the end she was bombarded by the blind date because of her high demands. She went straight to the death of a child.

The old man has no children. When he was working in the factory, he was electrocuted for failing to comply with the safety regulations, and his mind was abnormal.

As for that programmer.

"Oh, that programmer is real, it's too miserable."

Doctor Hao nodded in agreement.

"So, I think their opinions are of great reference value, and I am going to write them into the textbook."

Lu Jian said solemnly.

"At that time, I will write your name, Dr. Hao, in the acknowledgment of the textbook."