My ex-husband thought I was obsessed with him [Rebirth]

After staying in the room for less than half an hour, Moise came out with a serious face, and found Mr. Mo.

"I have a guess, but I still need to confirm it." Moyes described to Mr. Mo, "I need an observation room, where I can see the situation from the outside, but the people inside can't see the outside, and nothing can be placed in the room , the walls must be a solid color with no color variations."

Without hesitation, Mr. Mo immediately asked Secretary Li to look for him. An Nuo stood aside, not quite understanding why the doctor wanted such an observation room.

Feeling someone looking at her, An Nuo turned her head and found that Bai Xiao quickly looked away.

Bai Yueguang is observing herself?

An Nuo subconsciously became vigilant, and glanced at Bai Xiao's strong forearm muscles.

This person should have practiced.

Secretary Li was extremely efficient and quickly found a research institute willing to lend such a laboratory to the Mo family.

I don't know if yesterday's encouragement played a role, Mo Shenghuan didn't have much resistance to going out this time, but just held An Nuo all the way, leaned on An Nuo's head, closed his eyes and rested.

A large group of people went to the research institute with them. Moise and Mo Shenghuan were going to enter the laboratory alone. Mo Shenghuan held An Nuo's hand and refused to let go for a long time.

"Can I go in?" An Nuo couldn't bear it when he saw his uncle's appearance.

"Sorry, no." Moise shook her head.

"Sheng Huan, you have to go for an examination with the doctor alone." An Nuo coaxed her uncle warmly, "Just a while, I'll make some delicious food for you in the afternoon when I come out."

Mo Shenghuan lowered his eyes, looking a little unwilling to cooperate.

"Electronic equipment can't be brought in either." Moyes noticed the little genius phone watch in Mo Shenghuan's hand, "It may interfere with the test results."

"Shenghuan, take off the watch, we'll hold it for you." Mr. Mo came over to help his son, but Mo Shenghuan took two steps back, avoiding his father, took off the phone and watch, and solemnly handed them over to Ann. Waxy hands.

An Nuo stood outside and watched Moise bring Mo Shenghuan into the laboratory. Moise first checked Mo Shenghuan's eyes, and then led Mo Shenghuan back and forth. After walking smoothly, Moise He even left the laboratory quickly, leaving Mo Shenghuan alone.

As if programmed, An Nuo watched Mo Shenghuan walk back and forth along the previous path, with no goal or emotion, walking back and forth with indifferent eyes.

Moise was timing outside, and Mr. Mo couldn't help leaning over and asked in a low voice.

"Doctor, what is this test for?"

"Just look at it." Moyes looked down at the time, "I already have a basic diagnosis, and now it depends on the severity of his condition."

An Nuo stood guard outside, watching Mo Shenghuan walking around unconsciously inside, as if he couldn't sense the surrounding situation, and couldn't break free from this state, going back and forth mechanically.

An Nuo had told him that he would only stay for a while, but he did not expect that the wait would last for three or four hours.

Secretary Li ordered takeaway, and everyone looked for a place to eat. Mo Shenghuan inside didn't seem to feel hungry, and walked for four or five hours without stopping at all.

An Nuo stood by the observation window, and suddenly found a little red on the floor.

An Nuo stood up sensitively, and found that the red was following the uncle's back and forth route, and after a closer look, he found that the back of his uncle's ankle had been worn out at some point and was bleeding all the time.

"Doctor!" An Nuo hurriedly found Moise and asked him to see the blood on the ground.

"It seems to be more serious than I thought." Moyes opened the laboratory door with a serious expression, and after trying to call Mo Shenghuan to no avail, he waved to An Nuo.

An Nuo walked into the laboratory quickly, and watched Mo Shenghuan walk past him indifferently, with no gleam in his eyes, as if he hadn't even lifted the head of the book when they met for the first time.

"Mr. Mo, Sheng Huan..." An Nuo followed Mo Shenghuan, calling him in a low voice.

The uncle's eyes, which had been silent for a long time, moved, but his body was still repeating the previous movements.

"It's time for us to go home, Mr. Mo, I'll take you home." An Nuo endured the pain in his heart, took Mo Shenghuan's hand, and walked back and forth with him, "We eat together, wash together, and sleep together , you have to help me press the quilt..."

I don't know if it was An Nuo's illusion, but Mo Shenghuan's pace seemed to slow down.

"You still have to tutor my high math, plant flowers for me in the awakening of the doomsday, I caught a lobster, I can make you a lobster dinner, and that little puppet cat, do you remember?

I call it Xiao Huanhuan. "

Mo Shenghuan paused and frowned slightly, as if trying to break free from this state.

Moise nodded to An Nuo, indicating that there is an effect and continue.

"I'll pick flowers for you when I go back. You can have as many flowers as you want, and I can make you whatever you want for dinner." An Nuo gently shook his uncle's hand, "Don't ignore me, okay?"

Mo Shenghuan lowered his head and looked at the young man beside him, the tip of his nose turned red.

Seeing his uncle's reaction, An Nuo took advantage of the victory to pursue, took out the little genius watch, and waved it in front of Mo Shenghuan's eyes.

"Stop, Mr. Mo, let me put your watch on for you, okay?"

Moise watched from the side and saw that the man actually stopped and held out his hand to the boy.

An Nuo was overjoyed, and stood in front of Mo Shenghuan, putting the watch on his wrist gently.

There was a little confusion in Mo Shenghuan's eyes, as if something was missing.

Seeing this, An Nuo lightly stroked the back of his uncle's hand with reddened ears, and stopped on his fingertips.

Mo Shenghuan's eyes settled down, he raised his wrist, and tapped "SOS" on Xiao Tiancai's watch, and An Nuo's phone immediately vibrated.

Following the sound of the vibration, seeing the young man who was close at hand, the man seemed to be finally unable to hold on, and fell towards the young man.

An Nuo raised her hand quickly, wanting to catch her uncle, but she never thought that the man was much heavier than she imagined, An Nuo didn't stand firm, and fell backwards under the pressure.

The expected pain did not come, and in the blink of an eye, An Nuo found himself lying on his uncle's chest, Mo Shenghuan's face was close at hand, his brows were cold, his eyes were closed, and his slender, crow-black eyelashes trembled slightly.

An Nuo turned her head to look, and found that Mo Shenghuan was protecting the back of her neck and head with one hand, and her waist with the other.

Moise watched clearly from the side. At the moment when the man was pressing down on the boy, the man subconsciously made a self-protection action of protecting his head and sideways, but he was protecting the boy's head.

Using his arms and shoulders as a cushion, after falling sideways, the man hugged the boy and lay flat, and it became the current appearance of the boy lying on the man's chest.

"Has your husband practiced?" Moise stepped forward to help the boy up. This man's movements are very professional. Even in such a condition of physical and mental exhaustion, he can respond quickly, just like a conditioned reflex. Without practice It won't be possible in a few years.

"I don't know." An Nuo got up, and suddenly realized that she knew almost nothing about Mo Shenghuan's past, except for that accident.

Secretary Li walked in quickly, helped Mo Shenghuan up with An Nuo, and looked for a place for Mo Shenghuan to rest.

"Doctor." Mr. Mo stepped forward anxiously, "My son, what's going on?"

"This is a relatively rare mental illness." Moyes said with a serious expression, "Have you seen "The Matrix"?"

Mr. Mo frowned incomprehensibly, showing the expression of a subway grandfather looking at his mobile phone.

An Nuo was also taken aback, not understanding the connection between the two.

"I just want to describe this state to you." Moyes gestured, "Your consciousness is in a very real world, but your body is in a standby state in reality."

"What does this mean?" An Nuo frowned.

"According to my diagnosis, the patient's autistic state is caused by a mental illness called obsessive-compulsive delusional disorder." Moise slowed down his speech, "It's like the inconvenience caused by a sudden physical disability, triggering Like the patient's depression, it is a causal chain."

"Then you mean, as long as this obsessive-compulsive fantasy is cured, my son's autism will be cured?" Mr. Mo grasped the point.

"That's right." Moise nodded.

An Nuo moved her eyes, secretly took out her mobile phone, and searched for obsessive-compulsive hallucinations on Du Niang.

"The obsessive-compulsive hallucination I'm talking about is different from the obsessive-compulsive hallucination described on the Internet." Moise saw An Nuo's small movements.

"The illness mentioned on the Internet is a kind of obsessive thoughts that basically cannot be cured by itself, such as obsessive thoughts, certain things must be checked repeatedly, and you have to check the gas four or five times when you go out, and go back and forth several times to check whether the door is closed. There will be special anxiety, as well as forced associations and forced memories.”

Moyes summed up what An Nuo wanted to see in a few sentences, "But the disease I'm talking about is different from the disease described on the Internet. It is a new disease that has only been proposed in the past 20 years."

An Nuo obediently put away her phone and listened carefully to the doctor's explanation.

"I once had a patient who had extensive burns, and the cause of the accident was that she was alone at home and just turned on the fire to boil the water, and then suddenly the symptoms started.

Surveillance showed her sitting in the kitchen with the kettle beeping, but she didn't respond until the water boiled dry, the flames started to spread, and the smoke alarm went off, leaving her motionless.It wasn't until she fainted from inhaling too much smoke that the neighbors found out about the situation, and they beat [-] Yaoyao to save her life. "

Moise looked at An Nuo, "What she suffers from is obsessive-compulsive fantasy."

An Nuo bit her lower lip with a solemn expression.

"A patient with this disease has a very real world in his mind, so real that every detail is perfect, so that he can't tell the truth from the fake. He may even feel that the real world is the real world. Fake.

He will enter the world in his mind uncontrollably, and the trigger may be a piece of music melody or an action.

When he entered that world, his body in reality would perform unconscious stereotyped behaviors, for example, just like just now, he would keep repeating a certain action without even feeling that he was injured. "

An Nuo held his breath, isn't this the stereotyped behavior and the diagnosis of insensitivity to pain given by the previous doctor?

"Based on my observations, patients suffering from obsessive-compulsive hallucinations either suffered bullying and abuse at home or school in childhood, or experienced great trauma."

Moise tried to explain, "The suffering of this patient is that sometimes he cannot distinguish between the real and the imaginary world, stands on the edge of the real and the virtual, and cannot find a place to live.

Most patients can get out of the fantasy world by themselves by finding bugs in the fantasy world.But for some patients, especially those with strict subconscious logic, it is difficult for him to find a breakthrough in the world he created, so he needs the help of others. "

"If so, other people's help won't work..." Mr. Mo hesitated to speak.

"When other people's help doesn't work, and the patient can't help himself, after confirming what is real." Moise glanced at Mr. Mo, "Then it can be diagnosed as schizophrenia."

"A rough explanation, because the key to our distinction between obsessive-compulsive fantasy and schizophrenia is whether the patient can distinguish reality from fantasy." Moyes added.

"In that case." Mr. Mo asked again.

"Then how to treat this obsessive-compulsive hallucination?"

Moise had a regretful expression, "I'm sorry, we haven't studied this disease for a long time, and there is no professional research report in the world, let alone how to treat it."

"What?" Mr. Mo was a little unsteady, "Then Shenghuan..."

"Don't be impatient." Moise made a calm gesture, "Although there is no professional treatment, people suffering from these diseases are trying to save themselves, and they have told me many ways that they think are effective. "

Moise looked at An Nuo, "I noticed that the patient cares about you a lot, maybe you need to write down what I said next."

An Nuo immediately took out her phone and opened the sticky note.

"Don't let him hear the music with a specific melody that will arouse his association." Moyes spoke slowly so that An Nuo could remember it.

Secretary Li also quickly recorded beside him, with extremely fast hands.

"Try not to leave the patient alone."

Moise looked at the boy, "You can also take patients to participate in some interesting daily leisure activities."

"Since the patient has autistic symptoms caused by obsessive-compulsive hallucinations, the condition is more complicated, so you need to pay attention to it and observe the patient's state as much as possible. This work requires carefulness, patience, and long-term persistence."

"I will." An Nuo nodded firmly.

"Doctor Moyes." Mr. Mo was full of worry, "Among the cases you have seen, has anyone recovered?"

"It's hard to recover." Moise said honestly, "but some people can do it so that the disease does not affect their daily life and work, and they can be like ordinary people, get married, have children, and have their own careers."

"Ah..." Mr. Mo's eyes lit up a little bit.

"The few cases with better treatment effects are inseparable from the long-term understanding, support and help of the family." Moise smiled, "You are his medicine."

"No wonder, Shenghuan's condition has improved recently." Mr. Mo looked at An Nuo, a little moved.

An Nuo pinched her earlobe in embarrassment. Indeed, her arrival has reduced Mo Shenghuan's time alone. Teaching her uncle to play games and watching live broadcasts are also interesting daily activities. It turns out that these are helping uncle a little bit. .

very nice.

"It's rare for obsessive-compulsive hallucinations to cause autism, so I want to observe the patient for a while longer." Moise looked at An Nuo, "I want to stay for a while, is that okay?"

"Yes!" An Nuo wished for it.

Mo Shenghuan's illness was finally diagnosed, and the doctor was willing to stay for a while. Mr. Mo was very happy, and he walked with wind.

"It's no wonder that Sheng Huan's illness hasn't healed for so long. It turns out that it's a symptom rather than a cure." Mr. Mo sat in the car, patted the seat, and asked An Nuo to sit next to him.

"Xiao An did a good job this time. If there is any reward you want, let me know."

"I don't want anything." An Nuo watched the two carefully carry Mo Shenghuan into the car behind, "I should find a doctor for my husband."

"You are still the same as before." Mr. Mo became more and more cheerful, his vision was as accurate as ever!

"Okay, I'll remember it for you first. If you have a request at that time, feel free to mention it to my old man." Mr. Mo waved his hand vigorously, "Go, go back to your house and drive."

An Nuo glanced back, there were only two cars, "Where are the doctors?"

"Oh, they said they have something to do, and they'll come back when they're done. After they come back, I'll let them live in the old house of Mo's. The old house is also close to you, so it's convenient for the doctor to go and observe." Mr. Mo has already made arrangements.