Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 233 The Stolen Happiness
The next day, Tang Qingya insisted on bringing Qin Xiong to the psychiatric department of the Second Hospital.

At the end of the test, Qin Xiong's depression worsened without any surprise, from mild to moderate, and then to severe, requiring medication-assisted treatment.

"Why don't you stay in the hospital for a while, and I'll take care of the writer's village." Tang Qingya said softly.

"I'm not sick, why should I be hospitalized?" Qin Xiong asked back.

"Don't be stubborn, do you have to have a serious health problem and then send it to the hospital for rescue?" Tang Qingya said sadly.

"No, at this time, my book cannot be updated." Qin Xiong insisted.

"I'll send the computer to the hospital later, so you can recuperate here with peace of mind. Remember to cooperate with the doctor and insist on taking medicine." Tang Qingya said softly.

"Do I have other questions?" Qin Xiong asked alertly.

"No, just this one problem, if it is cured, it will be fine." Tang Qingya suppressed the sadness in her heart and comforted her.

"Okay!" Qin Xiong looked at her and finally nodded.

He also felt that there was indeed something wrong with his mentality recently, as if he hadn't been really happy for a long time.

Worried that Qin Xiong would be disturbed by other patients, Tang Qingya arranged for him a single room, which was slightly more expensive but more comfortable to live in.

After Qin Xiong stayed in the ward, Tang Qingya returned to the consultation room.

"Doctor Liu, except for depression and Qin Xiong's bipolar disorder, don't tell him personally. I'm afraid that he will be overwhelmed by such a talented person and will give up on himself."

"I understand. In addition, his mental state is actually not suitable for high-intensity mental work..." Dr. Liu suggested.

"I will persuade him slowly. Besides, what are the general manifestations of people with bipolar disorder?" Tang Qingya asked.

"The main characteristics of patients with bipolar disorder are similar to those of depression, such as depressed mood, poor sleep, negative ideas, etc. They may also have manic episodes and are very excited. These two conditions may be manifested separately, or they may be mixed... ..." Doctor Liu said.

"Ok."

"Are you the patient's wife? It's often not easy to take care of this kind of patients. Their emotions are more likely to fluctuate. You should measure him more often and come to the hospital to see him when you have time." Dr. Liu urged.

"Okay, thank you." After Tang Qingya finished speaking, she walked out of the consultation room.

After leaving the hospital and getting into the car, Tang Qingya finally couldn't help crying.

"Why did this happen? Is it really because of me that I used to be such a sunny and cheerful person?" Tang Qingya thought while crying.

But things had already happened. After crying, Tang Qingya started the car again and returned to the Writer's Village.

Walking into the study room where Qin Xiong often lived, she found that the furnishings inside were very simple, a row of bookshelves, a desk, a computer, a computer chair, and a big bed.

There was also a group photo of the family of three on the table. Seeing the group photo, Tang Qingya's heart ached like a knife.

Looking back, the days when we were together were quite happy, but at that time I was focused on money and didn't realize it at all.

Now, when all these are really lost, she realizes that an ordinary, simple, disease-free and disaster-free life is also a rare happiness.

This group photo should have been taken on Qin Weiyi's first birthday. They went to the photo studio to take a closer look. She found that she had exquisite makeup and radiant radiance at that time, and Qin Xiong at that time had eyes that couldn't be hidden. sad.

It's a pity that at that time, no matter how I looked at him, I didn't like him, and I didn't even want to look at him. Thinking about it this way, Qin Xiong is in such a situation, and I have a lot of responsibility.

At this moment, she was suddenly no longer obsessed with remarrying Qin Xiong.

If the current way of getting along can make him live a more relaxed and healthy life, and the two of them can stay together for a long time, it is actually quite good.

"Sister, what are you doing? I saw you came back, but I couldn't find it anywhere, so you are here." At some point, my sister also came to the study.

"En." Tang Qingya.

"How is brother-in-law? Didn't you go to the hospital together in the morning?" Tang Xianxian asked.

"He may need to be hospitalized for a while..." Tang Qingya replied.

"No way, what's the problem, so serious?" Tang Xianxian was a little surprised.

"Severe depression requires medication and treatment." Tang Qingya.

Hearing this, Tang Xianxian gave her sister a complicated look, and fell silent. She opened her mouth, but said nothing after all.

"Am I stupid? Tossing a good person into what he is now." Tang Qingya asked self-deprecatingly.

"It's not all your responsibility...Does Mom and Dad know?" Tang Xianxian knew that she was feeling uncomfortable, so she didn't want to blame her at this time.

"Don't let them know. If mom finds out, she will definitely draw a line between me and him again." Tang Qingya said.

"Okay, then don't tell anyone else, do his own parents know?" Tang Xianxian asked.

"Let's keep it a secret for the time being. He certainly doesn't want his parents to worry." Tang Qingya sighed.

"Okay, then you can take care of her in the hospital with peace of mind. Rongrong and I are the ones here." Tang Xianxian.

"No, it's not that he doesn't have the ability to take care of himself in this situation. If I'm with you every day, everyone will feel uncomfortable." Tang Qingya said, she had already packed her things and was about to send them to the hospital.

"Indeed, let's deal with it in a low-key manner. If there are important matters, let him come back to deal with them temporarily. Don't be too sad, it's not a terminal illness. There are many people suffering from depression these days." Tang Xianxian.

"Okay, stop talking, I'm leaving..." Tang Qingya replied in a low mood.

Watching her sister drive away, Tang Xianxian whispered to herself: "It seems that you can't find a writer when you are looking for a husband..."

At this moment, Qin Xiong was sitting in the aisle of the hospital, silently looking at his fellow patients.

Some people, I don't know if it's because of the medicine, they move very slowly. At a distance of ten meters, they almost move over slowly, as if the whole person is slowing down the camera.

Some people keep talking in their mouths, vague and chattering.

Some people are squatting in a corner, using a chopstick to keep poking a bug, and never get tired of it.

What's even more exaggerated is that a middle-aged woman slaps herself every time she takes a step. Her hair is disheveled and she looks particularly pervasive.

……

In short, he felt that none of these people seemed normal.

Qin Xiong looked at it with great interest, and then he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Damn, I'm such a normal person, why would I live with these people?" Qin Xiong exclaimed suddenly.

"No, I have to be discharged from the hospital, at least I have to live in another place, this place is too weird." Qin Xiong, who was originally bored, suddenly felt that he had something to do.

With this in mind, Qin Xiong immediately found the consultation room between them.

However, it was noon at this time, and Dr. Liu was off work.

Qin Xiong didn't want to go to the hospital cafeteria, and was about to order takeaway with his mobile phone, when he suddenly saw a car he was familiar with.

Soon, Tang Qingya came over with simple luggage.

"I brought you the computer. Have you eaten yet? If not, let's eat something nearby together. I promise to respect your choice and preferences." Tang Qingya said softly, her eyes full of love.

"Xiaoya, tell me honestly, am I mentally ill?" Qin Xiong struggled for a few seconds, and finally couldn't help asking.

　After writing this chapter, I feel that something is wrong with me, uh.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)