The sand sculpture attacked him and was addicted to the plot of dog blood

"As a doctor, I shouldn't divulge the privacy of patients. If there is no one in this world who cares about him and cares about him..."

Doctor Zheng's eyes gradually became serious.

He was obviously much more serious about Weiyan than when he was seeing Qi Ran.

-

Ten years ago, Dr. Zheng met Weiyan, a 14-year-old patient in country M.

At the age of 14, he was still in junior high school. He was supposed to be in school, maybe he was still worrying about the exam, but Weiyan traveled across the ocean alone to a foreign country and came to this hospital.

The door of the office was knocked open, and Dr. Zheng saw the thin and thin boy and asked politely if this was the office of Professor XX.

That professor was the tutor of Dr. Zheng, and he had just taken over the work of his tutor at that time.

Dr. Zheng thought the child came with his parents and asked him where the parents were.

The boy shook his head and said he came alone.

"Alone? Do you know what hospital this is?"

The boy glanced at the logo on Dr. Zheng's desktop and nodded calmly: "Well, a mental hospital."

He didn't show the appointment information here. Dr. Zheng took the case book in Weiyan's hand, and the identity information on the title page showed that Weiyan was only 14 years old.

Weiyan was very thin and small at that time, and he looked less than 14 years old, but the emotion on his face was very light, which did not match the maturity of this age, and his calmness did not look like a 14-year-old.

"What about your parents?"

"died."

"Then... what about the other relatives?"

"There is a younger brother."

The younger brother will only be younger than him, what's the use?Dr. Zheng has a headache. Normally speaking, they would not accept a patient of this age without a guardian.

Weiyan said, "Before my parents passed away, they planned to bring me here, but they couldn't come, so I had to come here by myself. I brought enough medical expenses."

As he spoke, he handed a bank card directly to Dr. Zheng.

Dr. Zheng flipped through the medical records casually, and there was a thick pile of densely packed medical orders. These words were familiar to him, and they were all in the handwriting of his tutor, but he had never seen his tutor treat such a young patient.

Obviously, the diagnosis and treatment process did not go through the hospital channel.

This little guy is the mentor's personal patient.

So instead of going through the usual procedure to register, he knocked on the door of this office directly.

Dr. Zheng hesitated for a while, but still said: "You are looking for my mentor, but he passed away a few years ago."

The boy was stunned for a moment. The news didn't seem to have caused him a major blow. He just nodded and said lightly, "Excuse me."

He was about to smoke the case in Dr. Zheng's hands and was about to leave.

But can't move.

"Wait a minute, since it's my teacher's patient, I'll take a look for you."

Weiyan hesitated for a moment, lowered his arms, and acquiesced.

He stood there, as beautiful as a carefully carved jade sculpture, as if there was no sign of life, even breathing very shallowly.

Weiyan was too calm, even when facing the doctor and waiting for a verdict, he didn't show too much nervousness.

During the whole process of Dr. Zheng's examination of the case book, he just stood there quietly. It is very cold in winter, but today the weather is good. The rising sun shines on the boy, so it should be warm, but Dr. Zheng instinctively felt that Weiyan was very cold. He poured him a cup of hot tea.

The morning light shone on his eyelashes, trembling.

Obediently took the teacup and said softly, "Thank you."

The case is very thick, even if it reads ten lines at a glance, it still takes more than half an hour to read each page.

Dr. Zheng couldn't help frowning and holding his breath. He had never seen such a complicated case, and he suddenly understood why the tutor didn't go through the hospital procedure, but treated the child as his own private patient.

The hospital will not admit such patients.

Not necessarily, maybe after the consultation, he would either be surprised why he could live until now, and then directly pronounce the death sentence.

That kind of case never appears in any medical classics, or in any files.

is an isolated case.

is inherited from the mother.

Moreover, the symptoms were not so severe on Weiyan's mother, and even after she became pregnant and gave birth to Weiyan, the symptoms subsided a lot. I thought it was a gift from God, and that everything was over...

Not so.

The first time this disease appeared on Weiyan was when he was just in primary school.

A thrilling kidnapping and extortion, when the police arrived, the seven-year-old hostage nearly killed the kidnapper...

Dr. Zheng didn't know the details, perhaps only the dead mentor and Weiyan's parents knew.

Or maybe they don't know that well.

The only person who knows this matter best is the person who has experienced it himself.

Dr. Zheng has treated many mental patients. He has never seen such a serious mental illness at such a young age, and he has never seen someone who has become so crazy can return to such a calm state.

Perhaps it was because this was an unfinished subject for his teacher, or the patient's case attracted him too much.

From a certain point of view, doctors are Frankensteins who study the human body. They are all a bit crazy and like to challenge the impossible.

Or maybe, Weiyan looked too young, too lonely, and too calm, which moved him in some way.

He didn't drive Weiyan away, but left the child behind.

Continuing the unfinished subject of his teacher...

-

Dr. Zheng took a sip of his tea, but did not elaborate on how Weiyan got sick and how serious the disease was.

He looked at the boy who had just grown up in front of him, and felt that Qi Ran couldn't understand, and he was afraid that Qi Ran knew too much and couldn't accept it. Even Dr. Zheng, a psychiatrist, was stunned when he learned about Weiyan. .

Perhaps before this, Qi Ran never thought that Weiyan was sick.

Dr. Zheng just said: "That kind of disease is brought out from the mother's womb. Generally speaking, it is not inherited. He is an exception."

Qi Ran lowered his head and didn't speak, he held the cup with both hands, the hot tea was still steaming, very warm, but he felt a bit cold, maybe the air conditioner in this consulting room was turned too low.

The boy's voice trembled a little, and his throat rolled.

"What happened later? He stayed in country M for three years, and you cured him, right? Then, he came back to take the college entrance examination, went to a university, and then..."

Qi Ran was stunned for a moment and didn't continue talking.

What Weiyan didn't tell him in this life, he investigated in his previous life.

Weiyan did take the college entrance examination and was admitted to one of the best art colleges in China. His dream seemed to be to be an actor, but he didn’t know what happened. He didn’t report it, let alone finish college, and then disappeared as if out of thin air. several years.

In his previous life, when Qi Ran first met Weiyan, Weiyan had already been assigned to his family's company and became a small minister.

But in this life, he has been playing tricks for several years, struggling in the film and television city, and now, he is just an unknown eighteenth-line actor.

"Then... Then..."

Qi Ran's voice was trembling, he never knew these things, he looked up at Dr Zheng with hope, "He was cured later, right?"

Weiyan looks normal now, it should be...

"No."

"..."

Dr. Zheng sighed and continued: "There are still traces of acquired diseases. The crux can be found out, and the right medicine can be prescribed to treat it. But his disease is congenital, there is no reason, and there is no way to find the crux. How to treat it?" ?”

"Mental illness is not like a chronic physical illness. If an organ breaks down, you can replace it. Even if you replace it, it's useless. You can only wait until your life span is exhausted. At least you can know the cause through technological means."

Qi Ran's complexion turned pale little by little, he just clutched the cup tightly, gritted his teeth, his knuckles turned white.

Dr. Zheng walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder: "You don't have to be so depressed."

"Before I met this child, his parents would bring him to country M every year to meet my mentor. In the following three years, I worked so hard, and it was not ineffective."

"At least... he shouldn't go crazy."

He walked to the window, and looked at the young man sitting on the porch chair downstairs, smoking silently through the gaps in the green shade that covered the window lattice.His appearance was very indifferent, he didn't look sick at all, and he could even be said to be healthy.

"It seems that he is in good control."

"..."

Qi Ran was already easily fluctuated by emotions, he endured it for a while, couldn't help it, and looked at the man downstairs with teary eyes.

He suddenly thought of something, with tears in his eyes, his eyes widened and he shook his head: "No..."

"what?"

"After those three years, did he really control it well? Did he check with you regularly in these years?"

Doctor Zheng was silent.

After those three years, Weiyan returned to China, and in the first one or two years, he would occasionally contact Dr. Zheng to ask him about his physical condition and advice.

Later, Weiyan stopped contacting him.

Dr. Zheng would not deceive himself into thinking that Weiyan was cured, but he still had hope and lied to himself that Weiyan was doing well.

He knows how much a mental patient wants to return to a normal life. Even if everything looks "normal", he will unconsciously deny his illness, abandon the past, and try to imply that he is normal.

It is not advisable to avoid diseases and avoid medical treatment, but Dr. Zheng feels that this is a good thing in view of the situation of not smoking.

When scientific medical methods do not work, psychological suggestion is more effective.

Qi Ran: "No, right? So... In the following years, he just ignored it? Or... He vented his emotions in other ways?"

Dr. Zheng was even more silent.

Qi Ran suddenly remembered the wounds on Weiyan's arm, which criss-crossed and spread ferociously all over the snow-white slender arm. The scabs were like chains that bound the wings of an angel.

Li Shi told him that these injuries were scratched by himself, and he suspected that Weiyan was abnormal.

But at that time, Qi Ran was immersed in the world view of the system, and he thought that those were punishments given by the system.

But after thinking about it, even if it was done by the system, it should have happened in the previous life. The copy of this life has just been opened, what did Weiyan do wrong to be punished ten years ago?

He understood at once.

Physical diseases can be treated by bandaging and applying medicine, but spiritual diseases cannot be touched or touched.

When he can't stand it, is he distracting himself in a self-destructive way?

Once this idea pops up, it will be a matter of course, and the vacancy will be automatically filled.

It's rare for Qi Ran to be smart once, wishing he could be stupid forever.

His face was pale, his eye sockets were still wet, and his lips were trembling.

"Doctor Zheng, did he self-destruct during the three years he was receiving your treatment?"

"..."

Doctor Zheng froze for a moment.

He looked out the window downstairs, only the shade of trees remained.

Qi Ran choked his throat and said: "There are many wounds on his arms, are those..."

"boom--"

Before he finished speaking, the door of the consulting room was pushed open, and the snow-white European-style door frame hit the wall, as if it fell apart, making a creaking sound, like an angry roar in a human's throat.

The young man standing at the door looked a bit gloomy. Although his emotions were very light, he could see sullenness.

He suppressed his throat and said slowly:

"Dr. Zheng's medical ethics may need further study."

Weiyan followed Dr. Zheng's eyes to look at the door lock: "The quality of the door lock is too bad, it should be repaired."

Doctor Zheng: "..."

I don't know how much Weiyan heard, but Dr. Zheng coughed in embarrassment: "Well...Xiao Qi is your boyfriend, and if he wants to be your partner in the future, there is no need to hide between partners..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Weiyan's cold voice.

"He is not."

The phoenix eyes are full of alienation and indifference, and the beautiful light-colored thin lips spit out words like ice balls.

But when facing Qi Ranshui's tearful eyes, he paused for a moment, his handsome brows furrowed, seeing Qi Ran hiccup, his brother frowned even more.

Qi Ran wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say so as not to make his brother angry, so he could only raise the back of his hand to wipe his tears.

But the wrist was grabbed, pulling the person away as if fleeing.

"Go back and talk."

Qi Ran: "?"

Are you not angry? QAQ;

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