Love in a mental hospital

Chapter 36 Drama therapy!

There are several types of mental hospitals.

Kind of like a nursing home.

There is no filial son at the bedside of a long-term illness. When the family is exhausted physically and mentally and is unable to take care of the patient - or simply feels that the patient is a burden, the patient will be sent to this type of hospital.

Placing these patients in hospitals is actually the best for society, families and even the patients themselves.

The second type is the combination of nursing homes and psychiatric hospitals.

The geriatric department or rehabilitation department of this kind of mental hospital has the function of a nursing home, taking care of some elderly people with dementia and serving them with meals, poop and pee.

Mental illness in the elderly is complex.

There are cognitive decline caused by old age and mental illness caused by physical reasons. Let alone treatment, it is difficult to maintain current functions.

In addition, normal psychiatric treatment will be carried out in the clinical departments and other departments of such mental hospitals.

The third category is research-based and exploratory therapy like {Jinghai Psychological Sanatorium}.

The most typical example is a hospital that studies the genetics of mental illness. All the patients admitted are close relatives such as mother and daughter, father and son, mother and son, father and daughter, grandfather and grandson, sisters, etc.

Since it is a research type, results will naturally come out, and Gu Ran has already begun to worry about the 'Zhao Wenjie's research results'.

August [-], afternoon, patient activity time, activity hall.

Today, Su Qing took the patients and nurses to do gymnastics and muscle rehabilitation training to avoid muscle atrophy after staying in the hospital bed for a long time.

"I! I'm here~ waiting for you to come back! Waiting for you to come back and watch the peach blossoms bloom!"

During the song "Peach Blossoms Blooming", Gu Ran's attention unknowingly fell on Su Qing who was doing gymnastics because he couldn't think of any ideas.

Even with her hair tied up and wearing a white coat, her youthful vitality and graceful figure cannot be concealed.

Occasionally twisting her waist, accompanied by her focused eyes staring straight ahead, there is a charming and intimate feeling that she is dancing specifically for him.

Gu Ran sucked the pen into the person's eyes and looked attentively.

In the midst of her busy schedule, Su Qing glared at him, then quickly turned into a friendly smile, and continued to exercise with the patients and nurses.

Gu Ran had the illusion that he was the kindergarten teacher's boyfriend.

After gymnastics and warm-up, it’s a positive and optimistic dance. Keeping up with the times, mental hospitals are also doing TikTok dances.

Gu Ran switched to screencasting.

Everyone jumped up after Su Qing.

"The most beautiful flower in the prairie!"

Su Qing held her face with her hands.

"Fiery red Sarilang!"

Everyone followed her and crossed their arms, twisted their waists, and pushed their hips back.

"I dreamed that the whole world was filled with the fragrance of flowers!"

"You wandering man! I have her in my heart!"

"Thousands of miles away, I will look back~"

Gu Ran took out his mobile phone to shoot a video. At first, there were everyone in the camera, but because Su Qing was good-looking and could dance well, gradually she was the only one in the camera.

Su Qing seemed to feel it. When she twisted her shoulders, she looked over. Both her movements and her eyes were very charming.

Gu Ran felt that he was probably going to fall in love.

Fascinated by beauty.

The camera was suddenly blocked.

"Hey, don't bother." Gu Ran turned away and continued filming.

"I'm saving you, Xiao Ranran."

Only then did Gu Ran realize that the person blocking the camera was He Qingyan.

He turned around and looked around. Xie Xiya and her daughter, who were admitted to the hospital today, were visiting. Zhuang Jing, wearing a white coat, was standing next to the dignified woman with a smile.

After swiping, Gu Ran put away his phone and stood up.

Zhuang Jing nodded to him, with a deeper smile on her face.

Gu Ran lowered his head and quickly whispered to He Qingyan: "Why didn't you remind me earlier?!"

He Qingyan replied in a low voice: "Do you think I am that kind of person?"

"." Gu Ran had nothing to say.

After a few dances, Su Qing asked everyone to rest. She walked to Zhuang Jing and said a few words, and then came to Gu Ran.

She also lowered her voice: "I keep giving you winks, why don't you look at me?"

"A wink?"

"It's not a wink, is it a wink?"

Gu Ran put his hands in the pockets of his white coat. He did feel this way.

Is he angry too?
hateful!

"Pay attention to your image and don't embarrass {Jinghai}. No one cares about you if you are usually lustful." Su Qing taught him a lesson.

"How can you say lustful? It's an appreciation of beautiful things. I saw beautiful flowers and powerful excavators and took pictures."

"You dare to say that you are not pretty?" Su Qing asked.

"Fortunately, occasionally, usually, when nothing happens." Gu Ran replied.

He Qingyan was so happy that she covered her mouth with laughter: "Gu Ran, you are so funny, can you be more reserved like a handsome guy?"

handsome guy?
"I just suggested to my mother," Su Qing said, "ask her to allow you to undergo drama therapy. If you perform well, you may not have the opportunity to contact Xie Xiya."

"I don't want to contact her now to avoid being sued in court, but I am willing to demonstrate drama therapy to see which patients are suitable for it," Gu Ran said.

Su Qing raised her hand, pointed at Gu Ran with her slender white fingers, and warned him: "Drama therapy is drama therapy. Stop running. Do you understand?"

Just like He Qingyan is not annoying when people ask her to go away, Su Qing will not think her rude when she points her finger at her, but will think it is a sign of a close relationship between them, and even flirting. Scolding.

and many more.

Could this be Boiling Sheep’s self-consciousness again?
No, calm down!
Gu Ran walked to the front of the hall, facing everyone, including doctors, nurses, and patients.

Su Qing was afraid that something might happen to him, so she followed him.

He Qingyan thought it would be fun and followed her.

He didn't go through the motions and said directly: "Next, we won't sing or dance, we will act."

"Gu, Doctor Gu." The old tug-of-war man raised his hand.

Although he is old, he is very well-behaved.

Gu Ran made a gesture to say please.

The old tug-of-war said: "How, how do you have two wives?"

"Are you completely out of your mind?" The real estate aunt retorted, "There are three more of me!"

"Thirteen?" the old tug-of-war asked, and then pointed at Liu Xiaoting and other patients, Wang Jiajia and other nurses. The number was not enough, and then looked at Zhuang Jing, Xie Xiya and her daughter.

The mean aunt said: "He has thirteen wives like that? He will be a bachelor for the rest of his life!"

The fantasy writer said: "No matter how many there are, Su Qing is the first."

"No, that's not right, there are only twelve." The old tug-of-war man finished counting.

Liu Xiaoting reminded him: "There is also Chen Ke."

"Oh, yes, there is Chen Ke!" The old tug-of-war man felt comfortable and his obsessive-compulsive disorder was satisfied.

"Chen Ke is first." Liu Xiaoting started arguing with the fantasy writer again.

"Discharge soon" said: "I think the new female doctor is the prettiest."

"Who the hell asked you!" The fantasy writer said with a bad mouth, "You have a shitty aesthetic!"

Gu Ran looked at Su Qing, spread his hands, and said: You can't blame me for this.

Su Qing didn't look at him and said to everyone: "Quiet!"

The volume keys in the lobby are directly turned off.

Gu Ran gave Su Qing a thumbs up and said to everyone: "We are performing a psychological drama, there is no need to be too professional, everyone, relax.

"Before the show starts, we need someone to volunteer to be the director. Is anyone willing?"

"Me!" The fantasy writer raised his hand, with a look on his face that said he was the only one who belonged to me and was obligated to do so.

Gu Ran asked again: "Is there anyone else?"

No one spoke.

"Okay, Mr. Fantasy Writer, please come to the front."

The fantasy writer walked towards Gu Ran with great dignity, and then turned around to face the crowd.

"You can put your hands down." Gu Ran reminded.

The phantom writer looked around the hall and then arrogantly lowered his right hand that was raised like a sharp sword.

Gu Ran leaned close to his ear and warned in a very low voice and very fast: "Please pay attention to me. If you dare to mess around, I will report your identity as an alien to the superiors."

He Qingyan put her ear closer.

Her originally gorgeous oval face turned into a cute apple face because of her pursed smile.

"Don't worry!" The fantasy writer replied loudly, as if Guan Yu was going to kill Hua Xiong after drinking.

He Qingyan plucked her ears with her little fingers. She was shocked and her face looked a little painful.

Su Qing smiled.

Gu Ran didn't explain how to act in a psychological drama.

Who will listen to the theory? Direct practice.

"Writer, you first confirm the role: any person present, you can make him play the role you want him to play."

The fantasy writer's body seemed to be tied up, and he only turned his head to look at Gu Ran: "Anyone?"

"Anyone." Gu Ran confirmed.

This is extraordinary, the phantom writer is like an imperial envoy who has taken Shang Fang's sword.

"You," he pointed to Liu Xiaoting first, "play the role of a madwoman!"

"Director," Liu Xiaoting stood up, "I want to challenge a more difficult role!"

"Then you play the role of a crazy man!"

Liu Xiaoting can no longer follow the logic of the fantasy writer. She suffers from depression, not schizophrenia.

"It's okay." But now she is willing to try anything, especially what she has never tried before.

The fantasy writer said to Zhao Wenjie: "You play a female madman."

"You are sick." Zhao Wenjie is a respectable man in the city. He grew up reading "Jin Yong" and is not the same person as the foul-mouthed writer.

"Yes!" said the fantasy writer, "That's what it feels like to curse!"

He looked at the real estate aunt again: "You play the role of Zhao Wenjie."

He said to the old man in tug-of-war: "You act like a dead mother-in-law."

The real estate aunt stood up: "What did you say!"

The fantasy writer quickly backed away, put a hand on Gu Ran's shoulder, and said angrily to the real estate aunt: "Come on, my sword is not bad at all!"

Gu Ran raised his hand and made a calm gesture. "For Xiao Gu's sake, I'll spare your life!" The real estate aunt sat back.

"Ha!" The fantasy writer disagreed, "Newcomer, you play the old man in tug-of-war, this muscular man."

This nickname is actually the same as Gu Ran's.

The mean aunt ignored her.

Su Qing looked over.

The mean aunt recalled the time she had close contact with the 'tranquilizer + restraint belt', and reluctantly looked at the old tug-of-war man, imitating his expression.

The fantasy writer said to "Get out of the hospital soon": "You play the marshal."

"Marshal? From what country? Which one?"

"Idiot, won't you be exposed if you say it!" the fantasy writer scolded.

"Ah?" "Get out of the hospital soon" looked left and right, as if trying to find his own lines in someone else's script.

"I play myself, and the rest of the nurses, chicks, and bitches, you also play yourselves. Lao Gu, you also play yourselves."

Gu Ran nodded.

The female and male nurses laughed and murmured, not caring about being called 'chicks' and 'bastards' - maybe it was because Zhuang Jing was watching from the sidelines, so they were civilized, polite, and extremely professional.

"Su Qing, you are the heroine, an alien female doctor. Your body is your disguise, and your body is an octopus."

Su Qing smiled: "What is an octopus?"

"Eight, the octopus is too, too cliche." The fantasy writer stumbled and corrected himself, "Your true form is Su Qing, and you have become one with humans."

After saying that, he hurriedly said the next thing: "The new female doctor also plays herself."

"Am I not an alien?" He Qingyan asked, "I quite like octopuses."

"You are yourself!" the fantasy writer insisted.

"Is it okay?" Gu Ran asked.

The fantasy writer stared at Zhuang Jing, as if he wanted to add them in, but he couldn't think of a role for a while, so he had to nod reluctantly: "Okay."

"Well, when you start acting later, you stand next to the character who needs to speak and move.

"You say something, and the corresponding character will say the same thing; whatever actions you do, the corresponding characters will do - does everyone understand?"

"It means," "Discharge soon" raised his hand to confirm, "We can do whatever he does, right?"

"Yes." Gu Ran nodded, "But everyone's acting skills can be better than his."

"That's for sure." 'Discharge soon' was very confident.

The fantasy writer doesn't mind either. He considers himself a director and script writer, so it's normal for him not to be able to act.

Gu Ran said: "Now, everyone says to themselves: 'I am so-and-so', and so-and-so is the role you want to play."

Liu Xiaoting said: "I am a male lunatic."

Zhao Wenjie said: "I am a crazy woman."

Everyone said it intermittently.

"Okay, let's get started, fantasy writer, come on." Gu Ran said.

The fantasy writer thought for a while, walked to Liu Xiaoting, and Liu Xiaoting began to follow suit.

The fantasy writer raised his hands and raised his left foot: "Wudang Qingyun Zong!"

"Wudang, Qingyun Yun... Zong!" Liu Xiaoting's balance was extremely bad and she was swaying.

The fantasy writer glanced at her swaying chest, put down his hands and feet, and said, "Hey, it's so hot to practice." He took off his hospital clothes.

brush!
All the male patients and nurses looked at Liu Xiaoting.

Liu Xiaoting followed the action of taking off her clothes, but did not take off her clothes: "Hey, it's so hot to practice."

"Depend on!"

"Depend on!"

"That's not a line!"

"This is not a line!" Liu Xiaoting said seriously.

The nurses laughed.

The fantasy writer felt that this woman was difficult to handle, so he let her go and walked towards Zhao Wenjie.

Zhao Wenjie stared at him.

The fantasy writer pinched her orchid fingers and drew her eyebrows carefully.

Zhao Wenjie drew his own eyebrows.

"What are you doing!" The fantasy writer slapped his hand away, "If you can't even act like a woman, how will you be a man in the future! Try again!"

"." Zhao Wenjie pinched his orchid fingers and drew his own eyebrows.

The fantasy writer puts on lipstick, sprays perfume, applies powder, wears a bra, and wears stockings. His actions are quite standard.

Zhao Wenjie had a sense of shame, so he almost went crazy for the second time.

After doing all this, the fantasy writer (without wearing a shirt) walked up to Liu Xiaoting: "Old Zhao, do you want to have a shot?"

Wait, wait for Zhao Wenjie to finish, the fantasy writer quickly jumped to Liu Xiaoting's side, the orchid finger disappeared, and resolutely said: "You bitch, you also want to ruin my practice, get out!"

He slapped Zhao Wenjie out of thin air.

Liu Xiaoting got excited, and while saying her lines, she really slapped Zhao Wenjie.

Snapped!
Before the fantasy writer could react to being beaten, Zhao Wenjie covered his face and fell down.

"Orchid finger!" The fantasy writer hurriedly reminded Zhao Wenjie.

Zhao Wenjie covered his face and raised his little thumb tremblingly.

"Okay!" The fantasy writer was very satisfied. He looked around and caught another one. He walked towards the old man in the tug of war.
After teasing everyone, the fantasy writer walked towards Gu Ran with satisfaction.

He stood next to Gu Ran, with his hands on his abdomen, as if holding something round, with an expression of comfort and pain.

"Ah, it's coming out, slow down!"

Everyone: "."

The fantasy writer ran to Su Qing again, his legs snapped and he knelt on the ground, his hands seemed to be holding something, and his mouth opened
Gu Ran grabbed him and strangled him by the neck.

"Lao Gu, Lao Gu, what are you doing! I'm helping you!" The fantasy writer patted Gu Ran's arm hard.

"What is that?" Gu Ran pointed into the distance.

The phantom-smelling writer narrowed his eyes, a little short-sighted: "[Take the courage to talk, Ohno Yu, psychiatrist, Japanese cognition]"

"under."

"[Mental hospitals are not lawless places]"

"clear?"

"understand!"

"Really understand?"

"I really understand!"

Gu Ran let go: "You continue."

The fantasy writer walked up to He Qingyan and faced Gu Ran. His legs snapped and he knelt on the ground. His hands seemed to be holding something and his mouth was open.
"Hahahaha!" Everyone roared with laughter.

Gu Ran grabbed the fantasy writer again, strangled his throat again, and whispered in his ear: "You know nothing!"

He didn't use any force at all, and the phantom writer was certainly not afraid.

The fantasy writer responded in a low voice: "Do you want Zhuang Jing to play this role? Xiao Gu, you have to push your limits. Unless you bring me a pack of cigarettes, don't even think about it!"

"."

"Doctor Gu!" Liu Xiaoting clapped her hands and said, "Let him go. You agreed to act. Everyone has acted, why don't you act!"

"Yes!" Zhao Wenjie jumped up onto the stool and pinched his orchid fingers, "If you don't act, we won't act either!"

He has entered the state and regards himself as the undefeated Dongfang, who can easily control the orchid finger.

"Must act!" the mean aunt roared.

"I think it's very, very good!" The old tug-of-war man also agreed.

He Qingyan raised her hand seriously: "I can devote myself to Gu Ran, no, art!"

She was definitely being sarcastic on purpose.

"Well done! You are one of our own!" Everyone clapped.

"Doctor Gu, let him go!" everyone said again.

Gu Ran whispered to the fantasy writer: "Play a conspiracy. You are not allowed to play dirty. If you dare, I will expose you to Zhuang Jing now!"

The phantom writer sadly performed a conspiracy drama.

After he returned to his position, the old tug-of-war man scolded him angrily: "I've never seen you so useless!"

"Trash!" Zhao Wenjie scolded.

"Traitor!" commented "Get out of hospital soon".

The fantasy writer cried bitterly, wiping his tears and said: "I don't understand, you don't understand, I am for a greater goal, but I will not give up the Gu Su combination!"

"The new female doctor is better." "Discharge soon" insisted.

"I think so too." The old man in Tug of War rebelled, "This little girl is more interesting, but she is too interesting to be a wife."

He was confused for Gu Ran.

"Obviously Gu Ran and Chen Ke feel more connected, okay?" Liu Xiaoting's empathy continued to show up, and she wanted to find a good home for Chen Ke.

"Doctor Gu, do it again!" Zhao Wenjie said.

"I want to be a director this time!" The real estate aunt raised her hand.

Gu Ran was relieved that it was not a good thing for the phantom writer to mess around.

"Since everyone is so interested, we will hold a weekly psychodrama in the future! Okay, now everyone says: I am myself."

"I am myself!"

"It's not 'myself', Zhao Wenjie said 'I am Zhao Wenjie, not a crazy woman', do you understand?"

After it was over, Gu Ran hurriedly came to Zhuang Jing and explained the role of psychodrama - of course Zhuang Jing did not need to explain, but Xie Xiya and her daughter did.

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

Su Qing dances so beautifully. I want her to teach my future children to dance and sing, hehe.

You have to calm down, Gu Ran!
You must not become a boiling sheep!
Amelia Su is not interested in you!
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"Doctor's Diary":
Using drama therapy, a psychodrama was performed.

The patient in Room 301 reversed everyone's identity and clearly showed his symptoms.

Reversing identities is just for fun, which proves that he plays the alien for the purpose of writing. His symptoms are not schizophrenia, but he just wants to write novels that are fake and real.

How to treat it?
Let him try other ways of writing, or give up writing?
Or should we simply stay in the hospital every time we write, like some writers who go to secluded seaside or mountains when writing?
　Ask for the first order!

　　Ask for a monthly pass!
　　There should be another chapter at the same time in the evening.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)