Case File Compendium

And at this moment, an event that had a great impact on Xie Qingcheng happened.

Over the past few years in China, we have discovered three cases of mental Ebola, of which case No. 3 has been under monitoring and treatment in a private hospital.

And it was during that period that Case No. 3 died suddenly.

Before he died, his medical records ran wild, he completely lost his self-awareness, and even accidentally killed his father who had been taking care of him by the hospital bed.

Xie Qingcheng sat there for a long time after hearing the news.

Case No. 3 is the one who struggled with the disease the longest except him.Xie Qingcheng also followed the research group and was in charge of his guided treatment for a period of time.

At that time, No. 3 was still normal, and Xie Qingcheng even felt that he would not be defeated.

But he died anyway.

Blood was everywhere in the ward, like blooming magnificent manjusawa.

Judging from the surveillance cameras, No. 3 bit and bit his own father during the onset of the disease, behaved insanely, and became mad. If you don’t say in advance that the video tape is a human being, judging from the blurred picture, you may even It will make people feel that this is a ferocious beast that sucks blood.

"He doesn't recognize his father at all."

"His dad kept calling his name, but it didn't work."

"It's really scary..."

Xie Qingcheng kept recalling what he saw in the video tape, recalling the details described by others and him.

At the end, he recalled how he refused to succumb to suffering when Case No. [-] was still sober.

No. 3 is already at an advanced stage, and the drug newly developed in the United States cannot relieve it.

But Xie Qingcheng still has a choice...he still has a chance.

Finally, on the day when the funeral with his father ended on the 3rd, Xie Qingcheng came to Qin Ciyan's side and said:

"Teacher, I am willing to accept the treatment of new drugs."

It's time to get back on track.

If everything can return to the right track, it means that fate has treated him well.

Xie Qingcheng began to take special medicine, and he could feel that his mind was no longer as alert as before.

But his health, his strength, seemed to be slowly returning to his body.

Finally one day, when he completed the five-kilometer cross-country with a sandbag on his back, he knew that he was no longer the first patient.

He is Xie Qingcheng.

Many years ago, that Xie Qingcheng who dreamed that one day he would be able to be a police officer and put on a police uniform.

But it's a pity that the physical strength has come back, but the years can't come back.

He has lost forever and the original dream.The reality is that he will graduate from school and become a doctor related to psychiatry, and then he can spend his life peacefully and peacefully.

At that time, he didn't want to cause too much trouble, and he didn't have the wisdom to support him to do too many things.

Xie Qingcheng only intends to devote the rest of his energy to overcoming mental illness.

He remembered what hell was like.

So he didn't want more people to fall into it.

It was for this reason that when He Jiwei approached him and asked him to be He Yu's personal doctor, he did not immediately agree.Because he doesn't have so much energy to disperse.

It is important to save a person, but he still has more topics waiting to be broken through and explored, such as depression, bipolar disorder, autism that more people are still suffering from...

And so on, and so on.

If he hadn't seen Lu Zhishu treat the child like that, if he hadn't seen with his own eyes that He Yu was suffering heavier pain than he used to.

He shouldn't have stayed.

He Yu was more or less an accident in his life.

Xie Qingcheng could not tell anyone that he was also the recipient of RN13, the legendary first emperor.

But he chose to stay with number four in the end.

Stay with that lonely child.

In the endless summer, Fangfei, when the young dragon curled up helplessly, calling out in mourning, hoping that someone alive would understand his suffering and receive his Hertz, Xie Qingcheng heard his lonely cry, but Unable to respond, he could only look at him quietly, and then stretched out his hand to that boy just like Qin Ciyan once stretched out his hand to him.

Let me ask you, don't you feel pain?

Things were supposed to go on peacefully like this.

He will stay by He Yu's side for ten years according to the agreement He Jiwei signed with him.He Yu really lacks love and care. He is more lonely and miserable than any mental Ebola patient.

He said that you don't understand me, and he didn't know that there was another case in the world that almost completely overcome the disease and became a normal person.

Although Xie Qingcheng encouraged him, he couldn't say much, so he was worried that He Yu couldn't fully listen to his encouragement.

Fortunately, He Yu was not so rebellious, after all, he was still obedient.

He firmly remembered what Xie Qingcheng taught him, and followed Xie Qingcheng's calmness step by step, walking the path that Xie Qingcheng had walked.

Xie Qingcheng could have taken him away from the deep swamp of disease in this way.

If it wasn't for Qin Ciyan's accident later on.

"Old Qin, sometimes what you do is too reckless."

I don't know how many times, Qin Ciyan was harassed, reported, and complained by the doctor because of his kindness and consideration for patients.

Xie Qingcheng stood by the window sill of his office and said this while watching the heavy rain outside the window.

At that time, Qin Ciyan was over 60 years old, retired from Yanzhou, and was re-employed by Shanghai Medical Department.

And Xie Qingcheng has also graduated and became a doctor in Shanghai Medical Hospital.

The two of them, as before, never showed any familiarity in front of outsiders.

Therefore, none of Qin Ciyan's disciples knew that Dr. Xie from the mental health department was actually their elder brother.Xie Qingcheng is a person who hides in the dark and will never be known.

"Look at you, it's not big or small. I used to do these things often? If the doctor makes a fuss, the patient is in a bad mood and doesn't understand. Sometimes it makes people very helpless. But I'm not a doctor, the doctor always I can't be led by the nose by the patients. I can't see the doctor how they want me to see the doctor, right? If I know that a certain method is good for the patient, no matter how much the other party doesn't understand, I have to do it like this Do it. It's my responsibility. I'm in my sixtieth year, and I have to live with my conscience."

Xie Qingcheng frowned and sighed: "Old Qin, some things have changed. Now society is becoming more and more complicated, and it is not as simple as you imagined."

"Yes, you are an old doctor, you are the unparalleled scholar of the country." Seeing Qin Ciyan's expression, Xie Qingcheng knew what he wanted to say, so he spoke first, "But it has nothing to do with your status. They complained , Reporting, it is harmless to you, and it will not affect you at all. But now the medical disturbance is not limited to paper—the man last time—you were almost beaten by him. "

"Which man?"

"It's the one whose wife's head was hit by a falling object, and the person who threw the object has not yet been found out."

"Oh..." Qin Ciyan remembered, "Hey, he."

"If there were no security guards passing by to stop him, I don't know what would have happened." Xie Qingcheng reminded him seriously, "That grandson is carrying a kitchen knife. Don't forget."

Qin Ciyan was embarrassed and stopped talking.

When he was young, he often educated Xie Qingcheng a lot, but now that he is old, his ears are smoother, his heart is softer, and his temper is more gentle than before.

Most likely it was Xie Qingcheng who was training him.

Qin Ciyan listened to Xie Qingcheng and told him many things, in short, to make him stop being unruly and risking his own life to do some things like before.

After listening to him, Qin Ciyan suddenly laughed. The old man's smile was ugly, but Xie Qingcheng wished for such a smile. He could see the old man's face overflowing and lively when he was a hundred years old.

The old man said, "Xiao Xie. Do you know what I'm thinking about?"

"..."

"I'm thinking, if Zhou Zhou can survive, he should teach me to adapt to your era like you now."

Xie Qingcheng stopped preaching.

Qin Ciyan in white smiled with his hands behind his back, looking at Xie Qingcheng in white.

"Then do you know what I'm thinking?"

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that if my dad is still alive, he should be about the same age as you. When I said these things to him, he would most likely have the same attitude as yours."

Qin Ciyan laughed, and stepped forward to pat Xie Qingcheng on the shoulder.

"Listen to it, listen to it."

"Don't worry Xiaoxie, I believe people's hearts won't be so sinister...Don't make such an expression, I will pay attention to it in the future, so it will be fine."

But Xie Qingcheng heard that he didn't listen at all.

Qin Ciyan just didn't listen, Qin Ciyan was just perfunctory.

After the conversation ended, Qin Ciyan continued to do his work from the angle closest to the patient, even if he violated the hospital rules.Because he said that he is a doctor. For a doctor, dogma, rules, and even reputation are not the most important. He is a doctor to save people.If even this matter has to be timid because of complaints, reports, and medical troubles, then why does he still want to be a doctor?

A person with ideals can be killed, tortured, or even killed, but the heart of a person with ideals will never be defeated.

If the old man wants to say that, Xie Qingcheng can't help it. The only thing that makes Xie Qingcheng feel relieved is that after Mr. Qin's daughter went abroad to marry, Mr. Qin probably finally wants to go home to spend more time with his wife, and the number of overtime work Much less.

But he has been busy all his life, and he is no longer used to being free. During the rest time at home, Qin Ciyan began to organize his writings.

Qin Ciyan has accumulated a lot of experience in his life. If he sorts out, transcribes and compiles them into a collection, it will be a huge volume, which can benefit many people who are deeply in the quagmire of illness.

But before Lao Qin finished writing his book, the sky in Shanghai became overcast.

Yi Beihai killed the doctor and took the life of the old man who spent most of his life running around for patients.

On that day, if there was no Yi Beihai, the old man planned to go home to celebrate his birthday with his wife.

There was even a present in the old man's pocket, which was Xie Qingcheng's place in his office in the morning - a silkworm handkerchief embroidered by the best embroiderer in Suzhou.Many people of the older generation still have the habit of carrying one or two handkerchiefs with them.

The handkerchief was custom-made, with many small moon jellyfish embroidered on it with light-colored silver thread.

Xie Qingcheng later saw the handkerchief among the relics released by the police.

There was blood all over it.

I can't see anything.

Sixty-five million years of gentleness and kindness could have withered in the hands of a murderer and thug in his thirties.

It was at that time that Xie Qingcheng became addicted to smoking.

Qin Ciyan's cigarette seemed to have returned to his hand.

Whenever he smoked, smelling the familiar breath, he would feel that the old man had never left.

On the day of Qin Ciyan's memorial service, many people in the hospital went to the scene.

Xie Qingcheng also submitted an application, but was rejected by the hospital.

The reason is that he is not Qin Ciyan's student, nor is he a comrade in the same department who fought side by side with Professor Qin.

Their departments have already sent representatives to attend the memorial service. Although it is a great tragedy to lose an academician, the hospital still needs to operate normally. Not everyone can ask for leave on that day to see Mr. Qin on his last journey.

He must be the most important person around him.

But Xie Qingcheng is nothing.

No one in this world even knows who gave the handkerchief in Qin Ciyan's relic.

Who asked the embroiderer to write on the handkerchief: To the teacher.

Xie Qingcheng died in the investigation of the truth about his parents' murder, and it was Qin Ciyan who gave Xie Qingcheng a second life.

A man who never lost his beloved son and a boy whose parents abandoned him met in Yanzhou in the snow that year.

Then there is the companionship that no one knows for 20 years.As time goes by, men become old men, and young men can run without confusion.They are like masters and apprentices, like father and son, like brothers, like comrades-in-arms. In hundreds of millions of years, personal friendship may be fleeting, but it will never be insignificant.

Because all sincere emotions, all lofty ideals, and all pure kindness have the heaviest and greatest power in the world.

This is the truth that those walking corpses in Yi Beihai have spent their entire lives in vain, but they can't understand it.

Xie Qingcheng, who was nothing, stayed in the consulting room on the day his master was cremated, accepting one patient after another complaining about his misfortune.

At 10:30, he pressed the button to suspend calling numbers.

He got up and came to the window, and the small window became the last bridge connecting him and the teacher.

Countless times, Qin Ciyan came to their department for a walk with an excuse, just like this, he talked with Xie Qingcheng by the window with a smile, and smoked a cigarette.

Xie Qingcheng was very annoying to him at that time, asking if you can stop smoking, you are so old, and you are still a doctor, what kind of words do you always smoke like this.

Qin Ciyan laughed haha ​​and said, the little bastard is messing with your teacher again.

It was raining heavily outside, exactly the same as that year when Qin Ciyan extended his hand to him who was sitting on the steps struggling.

The whistle sounded, and the police car cleared the way. Even in the high-rise buildings of the hospital, the wailing of the people who spontaneously bid farewell to Academician Qin could be heard below.

They watched the funeral car drive solemnly and slowly on the avenue, holding white chrysanthemums in their hands, and chanting eulogies such as "hanging pot to help the world" and "the country's unparalleled scholars".

But Xie Qingcheng, who was standing by the small window, looked at the hearse through the rain curtain, but only Qin Ciyan said with a smile:

"Xiao Xie, you're training me again."

"If Zhou Zhou is still alive, then he is about your age, and he might give his father the same advice as you."

Zhouzhou has been away for more than 20 years.

So much so that a white-haired man gave black-haired father, finally he could talk to Xie Qingcheng calmly and gently in those sunny afternoons.

And Xie Qing watched him go away now, and lit a cigarette.

Then he put it by the window where Qin Ciyan had stood smoking and chatted with him many times.

Soot rustled.

In the heavy rain, the green mist turned into jellyfish in Brooklyn. From the earlier years, from the years when Qin Ciyan studied in the United States, and Academician Qin was Xiaoqin's classmate, he swam here to meet this white and innocent elder. say goodbye.

"This is the last cigarette, Lao Qin."

Xie Qingcheng stood in the smoke, murmured softly, and closed his eyes.

At that moment, the smell of cigarettes made him very peaceful.

It seems that Qin Ciyan hasn't left yet, and nothing terrible has happened yet.

The old man was still slightly hunched, standing beside him, and would return to the office next door in a while, and would gently close his door before leaving.

Xie Qingcheng even felt that he vaguely heard that slight "click".

But he knew that it was just his illusion.

His teacher, his half-father, the best doctor he met in his life, the good teacher and loving father he will never meet again.

never come back.

The convoy outside drifted away, the guns were fired solemnly, and the smoke in the house was burned out.

There was a bouquet of lilies in Xie Qingcheng's office, and he gently threw the bouquet of white flowers off the balcony.He knew that chrysanthemum was not Qin Ciyan's favorite flower, and the old man would prefer Lily Fangfei's farewell.

At that moment, Xie Qingcheng finally burst into tears.

He seemed to be the boy he was more than ten years ago again—only today, when he bid farewell to his teacher, he could return to the boy for the last time.