melancholy summer

Sun Xiang's life is still so boring and boring, repeating several things every day: ward rounds, adding and subtracting medicines for patients, tying manic patients who danced after falling ill to the bed, and yelling "this medicine is poisonous, someone will kill you." "Zhen"'s finely divided patients are poured into medicine...

He didn't like this job. He failed the postgraduate entrance examination last year, and he didn't want to repeat it. Only the mental hospital was short of manpower, so he was an undergraduate.

"Why are you in a daze, show me the medical records of bed 208." The director is a somewhat stern woman with two deep vertical wrinkles on her brows.

"Why didn't it work?" The director flipped through the medical records of the past few days, and his brows frowned even deeper. "From today onwards, every time you take medicine, you go and look at it."

In mental hospitals, many patients try various methods in order not to take medicine. For example, they just don’t take medicine, and hide it under their tongue secretly, and spit it out after the doctor leaves.

Bed 208 didn't work, and the director suspected that he was the kind of patient who didn't cooperate.

Sun Xiang knew that bed 208 didn't work, so he kept silently watching Zhou Yue in bed 208, sitting there quietly and cooperating with taking medicine. He was a very worry-free patient.

Sun Xiang plucked up his courage: "Director Zhao, I don't think it's a matter of taking medicine. He has been very cooperative."

As a rookie who only worked for one year, Sun Heng still asked Director Zhao, "Could he be bipolar disorder..."

"Are you questioning me?" Director Zhao's already sharp voice raised another notch.

She is in her 40s and has been working for nearly 20 years. She is considered a half-authority in the industry.

"I'm just..." Director Zhao said impatiently before Sun Xiang finished speaking, "Okay, I asked, he didn't have a manic episode, only persistent depression, go read a book by yourself."

After speaking, Director Zhao left without looking back.

"Alas..." Sun Xiang sighed, resigned himself to finding out his book, and turned to the chapter on bipolar disorder. It really read:

A mood disorder in which there are both manic or hypomanic episodes and depressive episodes is called bipolar disorder.Bipolar disorder is clinically characterized by recurrent marked changes in mood and activity levels, sometimes manifested as elevated mood, increased energy, and increased activity.Sometimes manifested as depressed mood, decreased energy, and decreased activity.There is usually complete remission between attacks.The most typical form is alternating episodes of mania and depression. ("Psychiatry" Seventh Edition)

"He really didn't have a manic episode..." Sun Xiang recalled the conversation with Zhou Yue and his mother, and he didn't have any manic episodes.

Maybe I was wrong.Sun Xiang shook his head, got up, and went to the activity room.

"Feeling better recently?" Sun Xiang sat next to Zhou Yue, picked up the orange in front of him and slowly peeled it.

"Yeah." Zhou Yue lowered his head slightly and looked out of the window. Sun Xiang followed his gaze, through the iron railing, and fell among the dense leaves outside the window. Magpies fly in and out from time to time.

"Heh." Sun Xiang chuckled involuntarily.

"It's quite boring here, is there anything you need?" Sun Xiang said it out of nowhere, and regretted it a little after he said it.

"Book, show me the book." Zhou Yue said in a low voice.

"Okay, wait." Sun Xiang didn't dare to ask what book he wanted. If it was super thick, it could be used as a weapon. Zhou Yue couldn't do much, but there were other patients.

After Sun Xiang got up and left, Zhou Yue turned around and his eyes fell on the oranges in front of him.

The oranges are peeled into the shape of a flower. Each orange peel is almost as wide, and each petal of the orange is stretched out, like a blooming chrysanthemum...

Finally, Sun Xiang found a dilapidated paperback version of "The Old Man and the Sea" in a corner of the office.

Thin and small book, it is decided to be it.

When Zhou Yue received the book, he still didn't respond, but Sun Xiang just felt that he was a little happy.

So this afternoon, while reading in Zhou Yue, Sun Xiang looked at the sky, the ground, and the window to see him. In short, he was bored.

The next week passed like this, and Zhou Yue's illness improved.

The words became more and more, and the expressions on his face gradually appeared.

"The director is right, am I still too tender?" Sun Heng murmured, but he still had doubts in his heart.Someone patted him on the shoulder, and when he turned around, it was Zhou Yue.

"Brother Xiang, give this book to me." Sun Xiang is five years older than Zhou Yue, and the two have gotten to know each other all day long. "Screaming incessantly.

"Take it, I don't know where such a book came from." Sun Heng scratched his head, he regarded Zhou Yue as his younger brother in his heart, Zhou Yue was very clingy to him these days and always wanted to be with him.

The nest of little magpies flew away one after another. Zhou Yue's condition improved and she was about to be discharged from the hospital. Sun Xiang hurried to Director Zhao's office when he found out.

"Director, did you let Zhou Yue leave the hospital? Don't you need to observe and observe?" Sun Xiang always felt uneasy, and he didn't think it was the reason why he was too nervous about Zhou Yue.

"Who? Which?"

"The patient in bed 208." Sun Heng forgot to mention the bed number in a hurry. There were many patients, and the director couldn't remember the name, so he memorized the bed number.

"It's him again, he's recovering from his illness, won't he take up space? How tight are the beds?" There is only such a mental hospital in the city, and the incidence of mental illness is much higher than most people think. The corridors of the hospital are full of beds.

"Director, I still think he has bipolar disorder. If the first onset of bipolar disorder is depression, isn't it a manifestation of depression? I think his condition has not improved recently, but has turned into hypomania!" Xiang said a lot regardless.

Was there no such patient number before?some.

Have you ever been misdiagnosed before?some.

The misdiagnosis rate of bipolar disorder is extremely high. Sun Xiang knows it, but doesn't the director know it?

The director will not waste so much time on one patient, so he only looks at the current clinical manifestations and solves the current problems. As for the others, he just comes back after relapse.

Sun Xiang was also like this before. What does the life and death of irrelevant people have to do with him? In, in and out.

But Zhou Yue, he is different.He could tell that he was a good boy, he should go to school, work hard, get married and start a career, and he shouldn't waste his life in a mental hospital.