The strongest ambiguous master

Fushun thought Liu Wenyu was asking about his parents, so he answered her after thinking about it.

This made Liu Wenyu feel even more uncomfortable, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it."

Liu Wenyu is a doctor, thinking about Fushun's life experience, so he wanted Fushun to play the role of being lonely because of his parents' departure, which can be regarded as a mental illness.

And there are many reasons for wanting to go there to find Jiang Zhikuan in the future.

In fact, Fushun didn't understand what Liu Wenyu was talking about at all, and he didn't understand why Liu Wenyu apologized, but he just had to do what Liu Wenyu said.

Other Fushun may not be able to do it, but it is still very easy not to speak.

The four of them soon arrived at the nursing home. It is very secluded, the environment is good, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it is also very quiet. It is a place suitable for recuperation

Several people were received and introduced into a reception room. After a while, Jiang Zhikuan came. Jiang Kun and the others specially sought out Jiang Zhikuan. Because Jiang Zhikuan still has some authority in the field of psychiatry, many people came here to look for him directly.

He didn't think much, first shook hands with Jiang Kun and the others politely, Lin Yinan and Liu Wenyu had already prepared their expressions at this time, with anxious and sad faces on their faces.

They didn't seem to be in good condition. Sitting aside, Jiang Kun talked to Jiang Zhikuan about the situation.

"This is my nephew. His parents went there because of an accident. Since then, the child has become less and less talkative. Sometimes he even seems to have the urge to self-harm. We are not the child's parents, nor are we I know what to do, I heard that you have done a lot of spiritual research, so I want to ask you for help."

Jiang Kun pretended to ease his emotions. He didn't have any expression on his face. It was really embarrassing for him to pretend to be sad, "My brother and the others passed away, and only this child is left. We hope you can cure him. Let him be like a normal person in the future, and we will be satisfied."

Jiang Zhikuan nodded. The wish of none of the family members who came here was to hope that the patient could be like a normal person. Some even didn't have such high requirements.

He observed Fushun carefully, and of course he couldn't see anything from the outside, but he didn't respond at all when his family talked about his condition in front of him. From this point of view, his condition was a bit serious.

For many people with such autistic and self-harm tendencies, they are particularly reluctant to hear others talk about themselves, because the initial cause of many people is that they are unwilling to contact the outside world, which gradually leads them to live in their own spiritual world .

And Fushun did not respond to the conversations around him at all, as if he was completely immersed in his own world, so no matter what the people around him were saying or doing, he did not respond, because he seemed to be unable to hear or see. Such patients are of course difficult to treat.

But Jiang Zhikuan didn't refuse, because some of the patients sent here were more serious than him, and as a doctor, he would never refuse patients.

"I need to give him a detailed examination."

Of course Jiang Kun and the others agreed, so Jiang Zhibang took Fushun to the special room for examination. First, some blood was drawn to test whether there were any abnormal components in his blood.

A simple physical examination was done again, and then there were mental problems.

After all this was done, Fushun sat on the side obediently. Jiang Zhikuan sighed inwardly. It seemed that Fushun was still very serious, "What's your name?"

He tried to talk to Fushun, but Fushun didn't answer, just stared in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jiang Zhikuan tried a lot of words, but he couldn't get Fushun to speak. He was a little helpless, so he could only try to mention Fushun's family, "Is it your uncle who accompanied you just now?"

Fushun's eyeballs moved, and he thought of what Jiang Kun had said to him before, but in Jiang Zhikuan's eyes, it was already a good progress.

At least Fushun's eyes didn't look the same as before. He continued to ask, "Do you live in your uncle's house or in your own house?"

Now Fushun didn't know what to say. Jiang Kun didn't tell him this at the time. He opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound.

Jiang Zhikuan was relieved that at least Fushun was expressive, and it was always a good start to find a way for him to come into contact with the real world.

"Is your uncle always nice to you?"

Fushun nodded, and Jiang Zhikuan asked, "Do you have any hobbies?"

Fushun's mind is empty again, and his hobbies are nothing special. He likes to listen to music, not pure music, but pure pop music, and sometimes he also watches TV.

"What can you see when you close your eyes?" This is to know what kind of spiritual world Fushun has built for himself.

Every patient builds a different world for themselves, and their identities are also different. They live in their own world and play their own identities.

"Singing," Fushun said accidentally just now when he thought that he likes to listen to music. He closed his mouth, feeling a little sad. Before, he was very confident that he would not be able to speak. Who would have thought that he would say it by accident.

And Jiang Zhikuan carefully observed Fushun's expression, and saw that he looked sad, and it was also listed in the notebook that he was prone to depression.

"Are you singing by yourself or is someone else singing?"

He explored Fushun's spiritual world step by step.

Fushun looked at him like a fool. Is this doctor sick?Do you look like you can sing?Why don't you just close your eyes and sing in your head?

He was just a little dull, and he wasn't really stupid. Suddenly, he thought, isn't he just going to play a mental patient now?

He was not looking at Jiang Zhikuan, but staring at the place next to him.

Jiang Zhikuan wrote in his notebook: The spiritual world is a sacred place with singing voices. He looks at others with disdain, but from time to time he becomes sad.

Jiang Zhikuan asked some more questions, and finally took out a picture to ask Fushun what he saw. Fushun still adhered to the principle of not speaking or opening his mouth.

However, he didn't open his mouth. Jiang Zhikuan's notebook had already written a full page. In his heart, he had defined Fushun as a patient who was depressed, autistic, and prone to self-harm.

In fact, this is also the case in many cases. Many people cannot accept the reality. Once they find themselves in this reality, they will find it difficult to accept it, and they will have self-harm behaviors.

Others are as simple as not feeling pain.