Window 2, Seventh Canteen

This day is not a holiday, but it does not affect the full capacity of patients in the hospital.

The outpatient building was in chaos like a vegetable market with a limited-time promotion, and there was a long queue in front of the registration window, but there was no market smell of rotten fish and shrimp in the air, and it was replaced by the pungent smell of disinfectant.

This is a well-known public hospital. Jiang Wei had seen a sprain before, and had a pretty good impression of it, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult to see a doctor this time.

After queuing up for registration and running around in each department, it seems that nothing has been checked, but it has already taken a whole day.

In the evening, they finally arrived at the psychiatric department, where they sat on a row of blue plastic stools at the door and waited.

Jiang Wei held the expert number that he managed to get in his hand, and glanced at the doctor's introduction on the wall from time to time.

From the first photo to the last, they are all old men, and there is a full generation gap just by looking at their appearance.

He couldn't help wondering, could he speak well to these people?

Jiang Wei looked at Han Zilu's side face, Han Zilu sat there calmly, neither speaking nor moving, just like most of the day.

But the more he was like this, the more worried Jiang Wei became.

"Next, Han Zilu." The nurse poked her head out of the room, and Jiang Wei hurriedly raised her hand to signal.

The nurse nodded and said, "Come on."

Jiang Wei sent Han Zilu to the door, and stood there without moving. Seeing that he was not moving, the nurse looked a little strange, "Come in, family members can accompany you."

Jiang Wei had never been to a psychiatrist before, and felt that it was different from what he imagined, "Isn't it a one-on-one doctor and patient?"

The nurse seemed to have heard a joke, "I've watched too much TV, we're not here to cheat money, we're serious about medical treatment, come in, Director Liu is waiting."

Jiang Wei felt that something was wrong, but he went into the house with Han Zilu.

Director Liu was the first one in the row of photos. He looked older than the photos. When he saw them coming in, he raised his eyelids from behind the thick glasses.

"Han Zilu, who is it?"

Han Zilu responded, "It's me."

Director Liu lowered his head and wrote on the medical record for a while, then looked up but did not look at Han Zilu, but at Jiang Wei, "Are you the patient's family?"

Jiang Wei nodded.

Director Liu adjusted his glasses, leaned closer to Han Zilu, took a closer look at his face, opened his eyelids, took a light with a small flashlight, and then focused his gaze on Jiang Wei, "Let's talk about it, patient." The basic situation, onset manifestations, onset time, tell me everything you know."

Jiang Wei didn't like the way he treated Han Zilu, and he didn't like this kind of questioning, as if Han Zilu was too sick to take care of himself and needed him to answer for him, but he still said it.

Director Liu wrote another pile after listening, and looked at Han Zilu, "How do you feel, have you used any medicine?"

Han Zilu: "Nothing special, just a little insomnia, and I'm taking sleeping pills."

Director Liu nodded, asked about the brand of sleeping pills, turned around and prescribed another brand of sleeping pills, saying that they were imported and that it would be better to take this one, and then scribbled on the medical records, prescribing a bunch of Jiang Wei to hear nothing. After hearing about the medicine, he said to Jiang Wei: "It's okay, it's not serious, it's just the initial stage, the family will pay for the medicine, and I'll talk to the patient later."

Jiang Wei went there with some worries, and when he came back, he saw Han Zilu sitting alone on the blue stool at the door, hurried over and asked, "What did the doctor tell you?"

Han Zilu: "It's almost the same as asking you, and then enlightened me a few words, telling me not to be stressed, to take medicine, and then we can go, the doctor said that he has finished reading."

Jiang Wei was a little depressed, and went into the room again without saying a word, "Doctor, is this the end of reading?"

Director Liu raised his eyes slightly, "Young people have a lot of thoughts, it's okay, go back and take the medicine, check it once in half a month, and continue to prescribe medicine after seeing the effect."

Jiang Wei: "He has a psychological problem, will taking medicine alone help?"

The doctor was a little impatient, "Of course it works, Ma Zhe hasn't learned it? Matter determines the spirit. If the matter is solved, the spirit will be fine."

Jiang Wei was a little speechless, and forced out a sentence, "Then what if taking medicine is useless?"

Director Liu: "It's useless, let's talk about useless things. We can only give a treatment plan based on the current stage. No one can say what will happen in the future. Therefore, regular review, whether it is mild or serious, has a corresponding response. Treatment programs."

Jiang Wei: "So it is still possible to continue to deteriorate with such drug treatment?"

Director Liu was completely impatient, and stood up as if to see off the guests, "Young man, how can you be sure about mental problems? But don't worry, the patient is discovered early now, and the problem is not serious, so don't worry about it Well, there are too many patients who are more serious than him, and a critically ill patient came in this morning and was sent directly for electroconvulsions, and his condition is stable now, so don’t worry, just take the medicine and go back.”

After returning home, Jiang Wei looked up what the meaning of electric convulsions was, and she didn't want to go to that ghost hospital anymore, and she didn't even want Han Zilu to take the medicine she bought.

He doesn't understand those professional things, but he believes that the problems of the human heart cannot be solved by medicine, and the knot must be untied, so that the mind and body can be healthy.

Han Zilu was preparing ingredients to bake cookies in the kitchen, Jiang Wei walked over and hugged him from behind, "Don't bother me, but I think today's hospital is unreliable, I'll ask again, find another one to have a look. "

"Are you still going to see a psychiatrist?" Han Zilu had a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. Today's state is very stable, almost the same as before, but Jiang Wei can see that his eyes are different, even if they are different from those just yesterday. Compared with the moment after crying, it was much darker, as if it was hiding something again.

"Anyway, let's try another one." Jiang Wei's mind is actually quite messed up.

Han Zilu smiled even deeper, and raised his hand to touch Jiang Wei's hair, as if he forgot to stick butter on his hands, and didn't know it when it got on his hair, "Idiot, I'm just not in good condition, and I'm not really sick, go Psychiatry is of course useless, the kind you are looking for is a counselor, not a psychiatrist." He stroked Jiang Wei's hair, "Actually, I know some people like this, or you can go back and do the final project first." , I promise you, I will go to receive psychological treatment, or more simply, you will be my psychiatrist, if you have any questions, just ask, I will not hide it from you."

Jiang Wei shook his head, "I won't ask. If you want to tell me, you have already told me. Since you don't want to talk, I don't want to ask. Besides, I will definitely stay with you, otherwise don't worry."

Han Zilu: "Then I'm relieved? How long will it be before the completion of Bi She?"

Jiang Wei: "Don't worry about this, I'm almost done, you can go back anytime."

Han Zilu: "Then you can stay with me for a few more days, but not more than a week. I can't affect your graduation."

Jiang Wei: "Don't worry."

Han Zilu smiled, turned his head and continued to make his cookies, while Jiang Wei asked around where the counselors were reliable. Although Han Zilu said that he could ask him any questions, Jiang Wei felt that the things accumulated deep in his heart were not Several problems can be solved.

Han Zilu has long been used to hiding his emotions. Ask him, he may not be able to hide the facts, but he may not be able to hide his emotions. If things go on like this, there will always be another outbreak.

Now that weeds have been found, we should find a way to find the roots. Only by uprooting them can they be considered thorough. It is useless to just cut off the leaves on the surface. When they are invisible, they will grow wildly again.

Going to bed at night, after Jiang Wei settled Han Zilu, she went to the small room with the pillow in her arms.

He didn't ask Han Zilu to stop taking the sleeping pills, but cut the dosage by half. The auxiliary condition was that he didn't sleep with him, but slept in the small room next door.

Lying on the narrow single bed, Jiang Wei looked at the wooden boards on the upper bunk, his mind was a little confused, and he also suffered from insomnia like Han Zilu, but also because of this, whenever there was any movement from Han Zilu, he could hear it clearly.

At first, there were only a few words in sleep from the master bedroom, Jiang Wei listened carefully, but couldn't hear clearly.

When he was about to fall asleep in a daze, Jiang Wei jumped up from the bed with a scream and went straight to the master bedroom.

Pushing open the door, Han Zilu was still asleep, curled up like a shrimp, hugging the quilt tightly, with cold sweat on his forehead, it must be a nightmare.

Jiang Wei sat down beside him, stroked his forehead lightly, and patted his back.

Han Zilu's body slowly relaxed, but his hands were still tightly grasping the corner of the quilt.

Jiang Wei was afraid that he would hurt himself, and carefully tried to help him loosen his hand, but Han Zilu's hand just left the quilt, and grabbed his hand instead.

That strength is only stronger than when grabbing the quilt.

Jiang Wei suffered a sudden pain, and had to endure it so that he didn't pull his hand away.

Han Zilu grabbed tighter and tighter, then curled up again, and began to sob softly.

Jiang Wei was a little flustered, "Zi Lu?" Helping him expose his face from the quilt, he saw that his face was covered with sweat, his brows were deeply furrowed, he was biting his lower lip and sobbing, but there were no tears and no sound.

Jiang Wei didn't know if he could wake him up directly like this, but he couldn't bear to see him like this, so he patted his body while calling, calling him out of the nightmare.

When Han Zilu woke up, his eyes were hazy, and he looked at Jiang Wei as if he didn't know him.

Jiang Wei didn't care so much, she just hugged him into her arms, "It's all right, it's a dream, it's just a dream, it's all right when you wake up." He said while patting Han Zilu's back.

Han Zilu was originally quiet, but somehow he was stimulated by something, and suddenly his body trembled, and he hugged Jiang Wei tightly.

Jiang Wei's movements were somewhat hindered, but he still stroked his back, "It's okay, it's okay."

After an unknown amount of time, Han Zilu gradually relaxed his body, let go of Jiang Wei, and asked wearily, "What time is it?"

Jiang Wei: "It's two or three o'clock, is it better? Okay, let's continue to sleep?"

Han Zilu lay down with a hum, "I woke you up."

Jiang Wei helped him cover the quilt, "What did you dream about?"

Han Zilu: "I was in the sea on a boat, and then the boat capsized, and I fell into the sea." He said with a smile, "It's actually quite exciting, like a horror movie."

This smile was a bit forced and a little contrary, obviously it was made on purpose so as not to worry himself, Jiang Wei looked uncomfortable, then straightened the quilt, and went back to his room.

This time, Jiang Wei couldn't fall asleep at all. She opened her eyes in the dark and felt a dull pain in the back of her hand, as if Han Zilu was still holding him.

After an unknown amount of time, I heard noises outside again—the sound of opening the door, followed by the sound of light walking, and finally a soft and crisp sound.

Jiang Wei knew that it was Han Zilu who got up and lit a cigarette. If he guessed correctly, he was in the bathroom right now.

Jiang Wei wanted to go and have a look, but felt bad.

With him in front of him, Han Zilu would suppress himself instead, so it's better to give him some space to be by himself.

At the same time, Jiang Wei was also a little scared in his heart. He didn't know how to face Han Zilu who was out of control. He had never encountered such a thing before, and he had no experience. Things got worse for Han Zilu.

Jiang Wei sighed slowly in the dark, and he did not know how many times he sighed.

Then, the door that had slipped a crack was pushed open completely, and a faint light shone into the room.

Jiang Wei hurriedly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Han Zilu walked in quietly and squatted in front of the bed.

"Jiang Wei."