Love in a mental hospital

Chapter 32 How can a psychiatrist not know how to write poetry?
Xie Xiya, 16 years old, is a sophomore student at Haicheng International Senior High School.

The main symptom is depression.

The reason why he was admitted to the Jinghai Psychological Rehabilitation Clinic was not because of the complexity of the patient's condition, but because of his money. In addition, Zhuang Jing needed patients to practice for the second group.

In the ward, 16-year-old Xie Xiya had already packed up and was sitting on a bed with neatly folded quilts. A dignified woman and an elderly nurse stood beside her.

"Head nurse, I'm sorry to trouble you these days." said the dignified woman.

"You're welcome. It's our duty to take care of patients. It doesn't matter if Xiya went to {Jinghai}. Professor Zhuang Jing is a world-famous psychotherapist. The environment there is good, and there is a ward for each person."

The head nurse said, catching a glimpse of Su Qing and others, and quickly said to the dignified woman, "Here we come!"

Everyone exchanged a few words, and the focus quickly fell on Xie Xiya.

She was wearing a suit-style school uniform with a bow on her chest and a black pleated skirt. She had long black hair and was a pure beauty.

In Gu Ran's eyes, it was like role-playing a Japanese high school girl.

"Why are you wearing school uniform?" Su Qing looked at the dignified woman.

The receptionist took over the topic: "Xie Xiya has obsessive-compulsive disorder and must wear school uniforms, even to sleep. If she doesn't wear them, she will feel uneasy."

"What about changing?" Su Qing asked again.

"I bought 10 sets for Xiya." The dignified woman replied.

Gu Ran, who was in the crowd, took out his mobile phone and searched for 'Haicheng International Senior High School'. The uniforms of this school actually looked like this.

He didn't pay attention to the price of school uniforms. He saw that this school had 'horse riding lessons', 'golf lessons' and 'surfing lessons' and closed it.

Gu Ran said: The fantasy writer's evaluation of this matter is - damn it.

When he raised his head, he noticed that Xie Xiya, who had been silent, glanced at him. Gu Ran pretended not to notice and put away his phone.

"Should we take our car or drive by ourselves?" Su Qing said to the dignified woman, "I think the patient's mood is stable. It would be better for you to drive by yourself. You can follow us."

"Doctor Su is here to arrange it," the dignified woman said.

Everyone left the ward.

In addition to the dignified woman, Xie Xiya was also accompanied by a female caregiver, riding in front of and behind the horse.

Gu Ran walked at the back, one behind Su Qing, and the nurse who came with {Jinghai} followed Xie Xiya.

"Miss, hehe, miss." A patient who was half-supported and half-coerced by a nurse couldn't help but stop when he saw a group of people walking.

"Let me out! I'm not sick, I want to sue you!" A patient roared in a room.

This guy wasn't sick when he came here. Out of curiosity, when passing by, Gu Ran took a look inside through the window.

"Ha!" A face suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the glass, smiling so much that all the gums were exposed and the corners of the eyes were full of wrinkles.

Gu Ran was slightly frightened, and couldn't help but smile and move closer to look at the patient's expression carefully.

"Hello." He greeted.

The patient kept smiling, the angle of his smile remained unchanged, and it looked weird like a human skin mask.

Gu Ran also smiled, the angle of his smile remained unchanged, like a painting.

"Gu Ran." Su Qing stopped and looked back.

She turned around, and the whole team followed suit.

Gu Ran put away his smile, walked quickly to keep up with the team, and said excitedly: "There is a monster-level patient in this room!"

"It's not your turn to study it," Su Qing said.

The receptionist smiled and said, "Be careful, Doctor Gu. He is a serial murderer. The police station is watching him, and they suspect he is pretending to be ill."

Gu Ran turned around, the smiling patient breathed out at the glass, and wrote on it: I will go find you.

"Let's go!" The dignified woman felt a chill and urged in a low voice.

Su Qing glanced at Gu Ran and warned him: "Follow closely."

Gu Ran smiled at the smiling patient and turned to follow him.

The serial killer pressed his eyes against the glass, as if looking through a telescope, staring at Gu Ran with a sly smile on his face.

In Gu Ran's eyes, this man's psychological shadow was so huge that it filled the ward, and even overflowed the ward like black water.

But when he walked five meters and looked back, the psychological shadow disappeared without a trace.

If the Smiling Killer escapes, he might find him. Gu Ran has already started to calculate how much reward money the police station will give.

Serial murder, at least [-].

Considering that Haicheng has a developed economy and is a tourist city, safety must be ensured. Maybe the bounty can reach 30!

You can get rich overnight thanks to him!
Of course, the higher the bounty, the less likely the person is to escape. Not only are the doctors and nurses keeping an eye on him, but the police station also has someone specially posted to keep an eye on him.

Gu Ran himself didn't want the other party to escape. What if he didn't look for him directly, but looked for someone else?

If possible, he still hopes that the world will be as peaceful as possible, and then he will be a little richer than he is now.

It doesn’t need to be much, just let him have a loan to repay and be able to repay the loan.

It's so worthless.
Gu Ran quickly put away his messy thoughts. The mental hospital was indeed a place where healing and depression coexisted.

{Jinghai}'s ambulance left Haicheng Mental Health Center, followed by a luxury car that Gu Ran didn't recognize. This was the first time in his life that he saw a private driver.

"What are you thinking about?" Su Qing asked the silent Gu Ran.

"I was thinking," Gu Ran pondered, "are there more private drivers, or leaders and bosses?"

"It must be a private driver." The nurse followed the patient in the luxury car and spoke to the ambulance driver behind the iron fence. "Some leaders have two or three drivers!"

"As expected of a leader, he has spent his whole life creating jobs for the people." Gu Ran was impressed.

The ambulance driver stopped talking. With his extensive knowledge, he felt that Gu Ran, the new doctor, had something wrong with his brain.

Su Qing smiled and asked, "Do you have a driver's license?"

"Teacher Zhuang Jing asked me to learn."

"What an obedient godson."

"Even Dior had to pretend to be a good young man when he was his godson, let alone me." Gu Ran lightly scratched his left collarbone.

"Dior? Audi? What does it have to do with my BMW?"

“People with no ripples and BMWs won’t understand.”

"JoJo's Bizarre Adventure" is one of the few animations that Gu Ran has watched. It was for relaxation, but he did not dare to relax completely, so he chose animations with characters with brain problems to watch and analyze their brain circuits.

A classmate once asked: What kind of brain circuits can animated characters have?

Gu Ran replied: Mental patients also have no brain circuits.

"What's wrong with you?" Su Qing tilted her head slightly and looked at the place where Gu Ran had been scratching.

"It seems like I was bitten by a mosquito." Gu Ran opened his collar and exposed his collarbone. There was really a small mosquito bag.

"Don't scratch it." Su Qing glanced at his collarbone and suddenly found that his Adam's apple was very sexy.

"Boy, you can bite me even with my clothes on." Gu Ran loosened his collar and tried not to pay attention.

"Maybe it's a crazy mosquito." Su Qing looked away from his Adam's apple, she had the urge to go up and gently suck blood.

"There can't be malaria!" Gu Ran couldn't help but glance at the mosquito bag again.

Malaria can kill people.

When he thought about the serial killers and malaria-carrying mosquitoes in Haicheng Mental Health Center, Gu Ran suddenly felt poetic -

Mosquitoes infected with malaria
Humans are forced to kill

This is Haicheng

The doctor came, and soon he left with the mosquito bag and the killer letter.
Doctors also want to stay away from the spiritual center of Haicheng
Gu Ran gently rubbed his collarbone.

Writing poetry cannot make him ignore the itching caused by mosquito bags. Like a mental patient immersed in his own world, he will be kept docile and well-behaved like a real criminal by the realistic means of guarding criminals in the mental hospital.

By the way, the title of the poem: "In Haicheng Mental Health Center, Encountering Haicheng's Spiritual Center"

After arriving at the cancer hospital, I picked up the tired and haggard Liu Xiaoting, and the ambulance drove to Chunshan and back to {Jinghai}.

I met a bus on the road, which was extremely slow.

Everyone is bored.

Liu Xiaoting said: "Dr. Gu, where is today's song?"

Su Qing and Chen Ke immediately showed expressions of watching the fun, only Wang Jiajia looked forward to and admired them. "Joke!" Gu Ran refused, "You think I can't tell a joke?!"

"Say." Liu Xiaoting said.

".I have already said that the first 'joke' is a pun. The first meaning is 'I am going to make a joke'; the second meaning is 'are you kidding me'. Didn't you hear it?"

"I heard it, but I didn't find it funny, so I didn't laugh." Su Qing said.

"It's so cold." Chen Ke commented, "Besides, there are no jokes that need explanation. What needs explanation is not a joke."

"I think it's very interesting~" Nurse Wang said with a smile.

"Sing." Liu Xiaoting stared at Gu Ran.

"Okay, Mayday's "Suddenly Miss You So Much"."

"Don't take advantage of the heat!" Liu Xiaoting suddenly stopped.

"What?" Everyone was puzzled.

Liu Xiaoting murmured to herself: "During the examination, I had a dream. In the dream, there was a hot search in the sky in May, lip-synching for the concert. I bought the tickets for 855, two tickets for 1700, the first floor of the stands, and the 21st floor of the concert. , No. 1 in row 15, No. 21 in row 15, and my ex-boyfriend who left me."

Seeing that Liu Xiaoting was about to get sick, Chen Ke quickly said: "I won't sing anymore. Gu Ran, don't you know how to write poems? Make one on the spot."

Liu Xiaoting raised her head and looked at Gu Ran.

Gu Ran wanted to say, do you think I am Cao Zhi?
Even Cao Zhi couldn't compose a poem in an ambulance that couldn't walk four steps.

Su Qing was curious: "Can you also write poetry?"

"Are you talented?" Gu Ran showed off.

"To be determined." Su Qing said, "You write first."

"No one has ever written a poem about me." Liu Xiaoting requested.

In this day and age, who writes poetry to whom?
Gu Ran thought hard and muttered: "2023, August, 8th."

The ambulance driver smiled, even a little loudly.

"After coming out of the cancer hospital and sitting in the car going to the mental hospital, I was stuck in traffic. I was thinking: Who should I write the will to?"

"Gu Ran!" Chen Ke's tone was very rude and he directly reprimanded.

Gu Ran also knew that he had messed up, and said quickly: "No, I'm still brewing, brewing! It wasn't a poem just now, let's start again!"

"Yes, it's time to write a will." Liu Xiaoting said softly.

"Xiaoting, don't listen to him." Chen Ke quickly comforted her.

Wang Jiajia also helped massage her back to soothe Liu Xiaoting's breath.

Su Qing looked at Gu Ran and smiled meaningfully. She said slowly: "Some people are going to write a self-criticism again."

"Sister Qing, please be merciful! I didn't mean it. You know, poets just like to complain about nothing. I made the same mistake as any poet. What's more, the [-]-word review was just written yesterday. If this continues, the review will soon become my homework. Got it!"

"Review. Homework." Liu Xiaoting covered her mouth, lowered her head and laughed.

In the ambulance, everyone was quiet, looking at her and smiling.

"You've all been fooled. It was all foreshadowing." Gu Ran checked his collar, "This is my real joke!"

Su Qing, a woman with no ripples and a BMW, had no idea of ​​the value of "This is my real escape route" and declared without emotion:
"Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided. One point will be deducted."

0 points.

Gu Ran thought quickly:

Su Qing now loses one point. Today is Thursday, and there are still 31 hours before get off work on Friday night. If within these 31 hours, he deducts two more points, or Su Qing adds points, he will lose against He Qingyan. The bet, when the time comes, I have to agree to the conditions of a hypomanic patient!

"I choose to write a review." Gu Ran said calmly.

"Then write a 500-word review and deduct another point." Su Qing said.

"forget it."

"I think the points deduction is appropriate." Chen Ke was also dissatisfied with the poem written by Gu Ran.

Gu Ran felt that the mosquito bag on his collarbone was starting to itch again.

boom!
There was a roar outside the car, and a sports car completely ignored the yellow solid line and passed the turtle-like bus in front of it from the downhill road.

Drivers who were led by sports cars and who had been stuck in traffic for a long time had a direct decline in their moral quality and overtook them one after another.

"Bang!" Gu Ran sent blessings to them.

"It's He Qingyan's car." Su Qing said.

Gu Ran decided to forget it this time. After all, He Qingyan still needed Liu Xiaoting's donation. She was not a bad person, but a patient.

Um?Could it be that He Qingyan is the legendary sick beauty?

The ambulance driver also wanted to overtake, but he didn't dare because his future boss was in the car for fear of having his wages deducted.

Arriving at {Jinghai}, He Qingyan's sports car still unreasonably occupied two parking spaces today.

After getting off the car, Su Qing took the dignified woman and Xie Xiya to Zhuang Jing's office, while Chen Ke accompanied Liu Xiaoting to the housing area.

There was still half an hour before lunch, and Gu Ran was wondering whether to go directly to the cafeteria for lunch or go back to the office.

Having just made a mistake, he decided to behave better and go back to the office to wear a white coat.

He Qingyan was in the office, still dressed gorgeously today.

A small sling, a shirt knotted on the abdomen, and a skirt that is short in front and long in back. Her legs are straight and slender. The whole person has a sense of lightness and seems to be shining.

Seeing Gu Ran coming in scratching his collarbone, she asked, "What's wrong, Xiao Ranran?"

"Bite by a mosquito."

"Mosquitoes? Let me take a look." He Qingyan asked curiously.

"What's so good about mosquito bites?" He said this, but Gu Ran still opened his collar to give her a look.

"Don't move, I'll apply the medicine for you."

"Do you have medicine? Toilet water?"

He Qingyan licked her middle finger and gently rubbed the mosquito bite on Gu Ran's body.

Gu Ran: "."

"Okay." He Qingyan was very satisfied, "You are not allowed to lick it with your mouth."

".I'm not that perverted." Gu Ran said.

"No? You took one look at my legs when you walked in."

The two of them were very close to each other. Her bandeau-style sling was very close to her body, and her round and bulging breasts, as she spoke and breathed softly, made people dream.

"I was looking at your skirt. I've never seen anything like this before." Gu Ran explained, "I'm going to change."

He walked to the dressing room, and He Qingyan stood behind him, leaning her buttocks on the desk, smiling: "You look so handsome in a white coat, which satisfies my desire for uniforms."

Gu Ran entered the dressing room and after changing his clothes, he suddenly found that the mosquito bite was no longer itchy.

Is saliva so effective?
Gu Ran didn't believe it, it must be psychological effect.

He Qingyan, who came out as if she had just come off the stage, showed off: "Sweet, isn't it? I chewed some candy on the way here."

"What brand of candy?" Gu Ran asked hurriedly.

He suspected that the sugar mixed with saliva could cure mosquito bites.

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"Private Diary": August [-], Thursday, sunny.

Meeting a patient makes me realize again how different the world is.

I wrote two poems in one go. Am I a genius?

When He Qingyan smeared his saliva on my body and rubbed it gently with his fingers, I felt a strange feeling.

This crazy woman.

No, considering her beauty, it should be: a succubus!
I like goblins and witches. If they both like me, who should I choose? I’m so confused.

Hahahaha, so stupid!
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"Doctor's Diary":
I went to the Haicheng Mental Health Center to pick up a patient. He felt unsafe without wearing school uniform. It was a very interesting symptom.

(End of this chapter)