Chapter 365 364. Mental Hospital Storyteller

  Jiang City Mental Hospital.

The official name is Jiangcheng Mental Health Center. It was established in the 1930s and has a history of 90 years. The last time the hospital was renovated was 20 years ago. Later, only the equipment was updated, and there was no damage to the building. Start work.

In the perception of many children born in Jiangcheng, this hospital is a symbol of horror and horror. As the best story that threatens children to sleep, "Send you to No. 900 Xicheng North Road" if you don’t sleep. Speaking of it, many children are scared to sleep even more.

  Of course, with the promotion of hospital construction in recent years and the popularization of the Internet, mental hospitals are not so scary.

  Of these modern Internet users, which one has no depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder, persecuted delusion?

  Now 900 Xicheng North Road is generally used to curse people.

How to use it, such as "you go back to No. 900 Xicheng North Road", "Do you live at No. 900 Xicheng North Road", etc., are stalks that local people can understand, even if they listen, they will only look confused. , At a loss.

  The severely ill area of ​​the hospital.

  During this period, more and more people came to the critically ill area.

  Ling Hao was also a bit at a loss.

Some of these people feel that they have seen colorful pork flying in the sky, some are inexplicably wearing VR glasses to show themselves in the toilet, and some claim that they have seen walking teddy bears on the street. .

  The arrival of Lu Zan made the already lively critically ill area worse.

  Fortunately, these are already severely ill patients. Most of them cannot be stopped with medicines. They need to rely on pharmacological means to suppress their mental illness. Therefore, even if Lu Zan talks nonsense, it will not affect these people.

  In the early morning, with the sun shining on the bedside, Lu Zan woke up in the sound of the radio.

  The critically ill areas are all independent wards. Lu Zin washes, changes into the gowns that go out, and comes to the cafeteria with other patients.

  Breakfast in the cafeteria is a traditional breakfast such as steamed buns, steamed buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk. It is a little bland to ordinary people. In fact, it is also worried that those irritating foods will cause patients to have attacks.

  For patients with severe mental disorders, physical discomfort can easily trigger mental fluctuations, which intensifies symptoms.

  Lu Zan took a bowl of soy milk, a fried dough stick, and two steamed buns, and sat in the canteen.

  At the table, several patients are sitting together, eating in silence.

  According to Lu Zin’s contact over the past two days, these patients are not autistic, and silence is just a sign.

  Many people are ridiculed by others because they are different when they speak, or even rejected by their family members, so they gradually develop the habit of taciturn and aggravate their symptoms.

  For a long time, mental patients have been treated with a strange look. People are afraid of them, afraid of them, and stay away.

  But Lu Zin was sitting here, but he felt very warm, as if he had returned home.

  After breakfast and doing morning exercises, it is free time.

  Severely ill patients are mostly confined to their rooms, only two hours in the morning, two hours in the afternoon, and two hours in the evening, a total of six hours in the recreation room.

  At this moment, in the recreation room, there are no ping pong, TV watching, or reading alone.

  All the patients gathered around one person, listening to what he said.

  ". In that year, the Nanhua Private Renji Hospital had not yet been established, and the director was studying abroad at that time."

  Lu Yi held a plastic bottle as a gavel in his hand, sat on a chair, and talked vividly about his experience.

  He sometimes tells the story of a few people riding in a car at night in the wilderness and encountering mice and flying fish.

  Sometimes I will tell the story of the undead who played the piano with the dummy model in the run-down theater.

  Sometimes there is a story of a ronin and a girl who go to the center of the world and face each other at both ends of time.

  I don’t know why, these critically ill mental patients became quiet as soon as they heard Lu Zan's story. They looked like kindergarten children, watching Lu Zan with curious eyes.

  Along with the end of the rest time, Lu Zing snapped a picture of the "Gavel", the story came to an end, and the patients returned from the state of light in that eye to a state of dull silence.

  Seeing this scene, the little nurse outside the lounge said to Dr. Hao with some worry.

   "Doctor Hao, isn't this a bit wrong, can he influence the control of these patients?"

  "Don’t talk nonsense, these people just think it’s new, you go to work, don’t hang around here."

  Doctor Hao told the little nurse not to think about it, and drove her away, then looked at Lu Zan who had walked out of the entertainment room, and greeted him.

   "Director Lu, how do you feel?"

  I have to say that when Lu Zan was here, these patients were much obedient, and they didn't resist the injection or medicine, just like elementary school students who can do everything for a spring outing.

  Doctor Hao suddenly had an idea to let Lu Yi stay in the hospital forever.

  "Not bad. They are very well-behaved. I often chat with them to understand their thoughts. I think many of them make sense."

  Lu Jie casually pointed to a bald 25-year-old patient who was originally a programmer.

"For example, he was sent in because he was planning to put his boss hanging on a street lamp in the computer. I heard what he said, his boss is really horrible. I think such a person should hang on the street lamp! "

  He pointed to another old man who had only two or three hairs on his head and was wearing flip-flops and vests in the winter.

   "For example, he, he was originally a teacher and raised three children with great pains. As a result, the three brothers were not human, and said that the old man was mentally ill. This is too disgusting!"

  He looked at a woman who raised her arm and pretended to be holding a child.

"For example, she originally took her child home from kindergarten, but she encountered a perverted murderer. She was stabbed more than 80 times with her child and herself. She got up from the mourning hall with a single breath, but she was sent away. It's really sad to get here!"

  Doctor Hao looked at the three people.

  The woman is intact, because she failed fifty consecutive blind dates, and finally she became insane because of her high demands and was blown up by the blind date, and she quickly went to the bereaved.

  The old man has no children. When I was working in the factory, I didn’t comply with the safety regulations and was electrocuted. My brain became abnormal.

  As for the programmer.

   "Oh, that programmer is real, it's too miserable."

  Doctor Hao nodded in agreement.

   "So, I think their opinions are very valuable, and I am going to write them in the textbook."

   Lu Yi said solemnly.

   "At that time, I will write your name, Dr. Hao, in the thank you textbook."

   "Please forgive me."

  Doctor Hao shook his head straight after hearing this.

  If his name is written, those actors who learn mental illness according to the textbook are afraid that someone will not need someone to break his leg.

   "It's almost time, I'll go back for lunch first."

  Lu Yi looked at the wall clock.

   "Okay, you go slowly."

  Doctor Hao waved his hand.

"let's go."

  Lu Zie said to the side.

  Immediately, Dr. Hao saw that Lu Zie walked toward the ward with his hand half-raised in the air as if he was holding someone.

  And there, there is no one.

  ". By then, the people in the film and television industry will blame me for driving him crazy, will they?"

  Doctor Hao shuddered.

  　 Thank you "Can Dionysus God Luo" for the 5,000 coins reward!

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)