Love in a mental hospital

Chapter 42 Team Meeting
  The nurse outside the conference room sent the patient in, the corresponding nurse in charge gave up her seat, and the secretary also stood behind the patient.

Xie Xiya not only has two nurses in charge, but also a nurse.

"It's so annoying!" The fantasy writer glanced at Li Hui, the nurse in charge of 302, "I'm a whale, are you a barnacle? You follow me every day, and I'm not a hen!"

Li Hui smiled.

"What kind of magnanimity does a follower have?" Zhao Wenjie said, "There is Princess Zhao Min who is followed by Ah Da, Er, Ah San."

When Xie Xiya saw him looking at her, she lowered her head and glanced left and right at the two nurses and caregivers.

"Quiet!" shouted the head nurse.

After everyone calmed down, Zhuang Jing smiled and asked Zhao Wenjie and Fantasy Smell Writer: "Are you on a bad relationship recently?"

"Since yesterday's psychological drama, the two of them have stopped dealing with each other," Liu Xiaoting explained. "They played table tennis for three hours last night. They didn't care about winning. The main thing was to let the other party go to the farthest place to pick up the ball."

Su Qing's body didn't move, and her beautiful face didn't move either. She just looked at Gu Ran with her eyes.

As Gu Ran continued to communicate with Desktop, he seemed to have fallen into trance.

He Qingyan's lips came close to his ear: "Doctor Gu, it seems it's because of you."

Gu Ran didn't hear it.

"I allowed them to play table tennis all the time." Chen Ke, who was on duty last night, explained, "They are all in the nursing building. I think that instead of forcing them to separate, it is better to find a safe and appropriate way for the two of them to vent their emotions. "

Zhuang Jing pondered for a moment and looked at Gu Ran: "Dr. Gu, Zhao Wenjie is your patient, what do you think?"

Gu Ran raised his head, adjusted his sitting posture to be more upright, and then looked at Zhao Wenjie: "Did you win?"

Zhao Wenjie was stunned for a moment and looked at Nurse 101.

101 Nurse bent down and said in his ear: "The score is 503:492, we won by a few points."

Zhao Wenjie also adjusted his sitting posture, becoming more bold, and then said to Gu Ran: "We won by 11 points, which is exactly the number of points in a game. I will give him a clean sheet!"

"Nmm!" The fantasy writer stood up slowly, and was pushed back by Li Hui's hands on his shoulders.

Li Hui smiled at everyone, as if a parent was apologizing on behalf of a naughty child.

"Then there's no fight," Gu Ran said, "Unless the writer wins against all the other patients, we won't accept the challenge, and he won't be qualified to challenge us 101."

"The rules of the world are like this." Zhao Wenjie nodded in agreement.

"You want to run away after winning?" The fantasy writer stood up, but was pushed back again.

"Let's just hold the first table tennis competition." The real estate aunt pondered. If she hadn't been wearing hospital clothes, people would subconsciously think that she was the boss attending the meeting.

She said: "The strongest will represent us {Jinghai Psychological Sanatorium} and compete with other mental hospitals. Finally, the national mental illness champion can invite Ma Long to play a friendly match.

“The theme of the event is: Calling the world to pay attention to mentally ill people.

"If we get some sponsorship along the way, I guarantee that everyone will be able to drive a Tesla next year, including that dog."

That dog refers to Amelia Su.

"I've been busy for a year before driving a Tesla?!" The fantasy writer is obviously a local writer, but he is dissatisfied with Tesla.

"Ma Long." Liu Xiaoting struggled, "I like Xu Xin better than Ma Long. He ranks third in my heart."

"You can also have a swimming competition. I want to see Guo, Guo Jingjing. While she is swimming, I will go to the locker room to steal, steal, steal her clothes!" said the old tug-of-war man.

He was excited.

Stealing clothes doesn't seem like a joke.

‘Discharge soon’ quickly reminded him: “Guo Jingjing is a diver, but Li Bingjie is a swimmer!”

Zhao Wenjie seems to be interested in holding a martial arts competition, maybe he can meet his comrades.

"Quiet!" the head nurse shouted angrily again.

"Okay, okay," Zhuang Jing waved her hands and smiled to ease the atmosphere, "Everyone is very motivated, which is a good thing. I thought about it. Let's hold a table tennis competition first. If it goes well and is successful, after accumulating experience, Let’s hold another one, okay?”

"it is good!"

"Xu Xin and Ma Long are both human husbands, although human husbands are more exciting."

"I want to become the leader of the national martial arts alliance!"

"If I defeat Malone in the end, will I be the world champion?"

Head nurse: "Quiet!!"

The conference room immediately fell silent.

Zhuang Jing smiled and said: "Take your time with table tennis. Do you have any opinions this week?"

Liu Xiaoting was the first to raise her hand.

Zhuang Jing smiled softly and gestured to her.

Liu Xiaoting said: "I require doctors to learn to tell jokes, preferably to form a group and do cross talk! Dr. Gu Ran's funny ability really makes me despair, it is almost affecting my condition!"

Zhao Wenjie pointed at Gu Ran: "Hahahaha!"

I don’t think it’s funny, but I insist on laughing at it.

His appearance made the others laugh.

The nurses pursed their lips to suppress laughter.

Although I heard Liu Xiaoting say 'it affects her condition', neither the doctor nor the nurse cared much about it.

"Liu Xiaoting's illness seems to be getting better." Wei Hong seized the opportunity and whispered to Tong Ling.

Tong Ling smiled and said nothing.

Doctors pay more attention to the patient's emotion when speaking than what the patient says.

If she was really desperate, Liu Xiaoting would not suggest that doctors learn cross talk.

Chen Ke stared at the note on his notebook, 'The patient appeared normal, but committed suicide after being discharged'.

Zhuang Jing looked at Gu Ran.

"Teacher," Gu Ran said, "I have really tried my best."

Su Qing pursed her lips and looked up at the ceiling.

Chen Ke lowered his head and scratched his brow with his little finger.

He Qingyan looked at the helpless Gu Ran with a smile.

Xie Xiya glanced at him secretly.

"Then," Zhuang Jing thought for a while, "from now on, after the weekly shopping event, we will organize a cross talk viewing for all, and you, Liu Xiaoting, will be the person in charge of the event.

"You write an application form, specify the time, and what crosstalk to watch. Doctors must participate as long as they are not working. Patients are voluntary."

"I have no problem." Liu Xiaoting nodded.

Chen Ke suddenly thought: In this way, does Liu Xiaoting have a new reason to live?

After the outdoor group therapy next Monday, will you try to survive watching cross talk activities again?

The fantasy writer raises his hand.

"Please tell me." Zhuang Jing smiled softly.

"I need a computer." After a pause, the fantasy writer added, "An alien computer."

"Computer?" Zhuang Jing repeated the word.

"Computer is English and translates to computer, but the inventor of the computer is a Yankee, so using computer can better indicate that what I need is a computer, not anything else."

"Patient Li Xiaoye," Zhuang Jing said, "you should know that we cannot unconditionally meet the patient's needs."

"I paid for it myself," said the fantasy writer. "I don't even care about a car like Tesla, let alone an alien computer."

"You only know one computer?" Zhao Wenjie sneered, "Alien is also a foreign brand, and it also has an English name."

"You interrupt me when I speak!"

"I just can't stand you, what's wrong!"

The two glared at each other across the conference table.

The old man's hands were tangled together in a tug of war.

"Why are you making such a fuss! If you want to die, then die, don't talk nonsense here!" the mean aunt said angrily.

"It's all my fault. If I could tell jokes, everyone wouldn't argue. If I didn't get sick, everyone wouldn't get sick." Liu Xiaoting said to herself.

These three people have already shown signs of illness.

"Zhao Wenjie." Gu Ran said.

Zhao Wenjie ignored him and stared at the phantom writer, and both of their eyes began to become bloodshot.

"Could it be possible," Gu Ran continued tentatively, "You are driving a Tesla, right?"

Zhao Wenjie glanced at him quickly, stopped talking, and stared down at his nails.

The fantasy writer sneered: "Not just Tesla, all electric cars are rubbish, rubbish! Hahahaha!"

"Xiya," Su Qing said calmly, "What is the English word for alien?"

Xie Xiya, who had never spoken a word, was a little at a loss, and then slowly said: "Alienware."

Su Qing looked at the fantasy writer: "Li Xiaoye, a great writer, the future Nebula Award winner who is preparing to enter the science fiction genre, Xie Xiya, a high school girl, even she knows English, don't you know?"

The phantom writer's laughter stopped abruptly.

He was expressionless and pointed at Xie Xiya.

The atmosphere is dignified.

Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San silently stepped forward for a moment.

"I'm looking for you tonight," the fantasy writer said in a steady voice, "I want to be the first to play table tennis with you."

Just like a strong man holding a shovel and roaring, telling you to be careful, he is going to steal food from your house tonight, you have the ability to keep guard in QQ space.

——The atmosphere at the scene is probably like this.

Xie Xiya, the eldest lady from a wealthy family, bowed politely and smiled slightly awkwardly: "I'm pretty good at table tennis. How about you replace me with someone else?"

Last night, she saw the scene where the fantasy writer was playing ball, no, picking up the ball.

"Wait!" The phantom writer put down his pointing hand - his other hand, ever since he made comments, was always raised like an antenna.

It seems that if you don't hold it up, there will be no signal, you will not be able to convey your own language, and you will not be able to receive everyone's information.

"Director Zhuang Jing," he said, "I reiterate my appeal again: I need an alien computer."

Whether it was the quarrel between the fantasy writer and Zhao Wenjie or the other patients who were about to get sick, Zhuang Jing remained unmoved and watched everything silently with a smile.

She smiled and said, "Can I ask, what do you want to do with the alien computer?"

It is safest to use the patient's language, as it is less likely to irritate the other person and makes communication easier.

The same is true when dealing with babies. Babies will repeat the last word of an adult's sentence. Using this rule, parents can make the baby like themselves the most. When dealing with mental patients, using the mental patient's rules can also make the patient a little more obedient.

Seeing Zhuang Jing use an 'alien computer' instead of an 'alien computer' or an 'Alienware computer', the fantasy writer's mood became more stable, as if a woman saw her boyfriend sitting down to pee.

Zhao Wenjie's behavior is completely "peeing on the toilet seat" level, and it will definitely drive people crazy.

But for Zhao Wenjie, who is a Tesla owner and a mental patient, the stench writer's attitude of looking down on Tesla is as stinky as if the poop has not been flushed. This is a major incident that has to be criticized.

The fantasy writer replied: "I'm going to thank you for writing about science fiction."

Xie Xiya glanced at him quickly, and when she looked away, she passed by Gu Ran.

"Yeah." Zhuang Jing responded.

"So use an alien computer."

"Alien computers are not cheap."

"Ask my family to send it over, and I'll talk to them. If they don't agree, I'll donate all my property; if you don't agree, I'll let them file a complaint against you."

The phantom writer deserves to live on the third floor, on the same level as "Quickly Discharged", with clear logic and clear needs.

Zhuang Jing looked at the doctors and nurses: "What do you think?"

Su Qing said: "Let it be decided by Nurse Li Hui. Their nurses in charge know the patients better than us doctors."

302 charge nurse Li Hui became the focus.

"Hui'er!" The fantasy writer grabbed Li Hui's white nurse uniform and looked up at her pitifully.

Li Hui thought for a while: "If the computer is given to me for safekeeping and the usage time is specified, I think it will be fine."

"No problem!" The fantasy writer replied immediately.

"Then notify Li Xiaoye's guardians and ask them to come today." Zhuang Jing said.

"I understand." Li Hui nodded.

"Hehe~" The fantasy writer smiled as wretchedly as a rat with a skin disease.

"You can put your hands down." Zhuang Jing reminded, and then asked, "Does anyone else have any opinions?"

"Me!" Zhao Wenjie said, "I demand that Gu Ran be replaced!"

"No. Next one."

"Then I ask Chen Ke to be my attending doctor!" Zhao Wenjie said again.

"Your doctor can only be Gu Ran."

The mean aunt said: "I want to be discharged from the hospital."

"Your guardian has submitted an application for protective hospitalization. If you want to be discharged, you and your family must agree. I will let you speak to your family."

"Forget it! Damn it!" the mean aunt cursed.

The real estate aunt said: "Can Xiao Gu be my attending physician?"

Zhuang Jing looked at Gu Ran, who lowered his head and looked at the table.

Zhuang Jing's eyes returned to the real estate aunt: "Doctor Gu is a new employee. He is currently in charge of Zhao Wenjie. He also has to learn jokes and occasionally write reviews frequently, so he doesn't have time for the time being."

He Qingyan poked Gu Ran with her elbow.

Gu Ran remained motionless.

'Discharge soon' raised his hand: "Director Zhuang Jing, I am about to be discharged from the hospital. Can you ask the social engineering department to arrange some work for me, like Aunt Four Fingers, Old Man Cat Claw, Useless Middle-aged Man, Carousel Horse, Zhao Zilong, in Work in the office."

Gu Ran raised his head, unable to hide the shock in his eyes.

I thought that the aunt with the severed finger in the cafeteria was already a ghost story, but I didn't expect that there were four more like her!

This {Jinghai}, isn't it all mental illness?
  There are patients everywhere, so exciting!

Zhuang Jing thought for a while and replied: "You will be responsible for recording the physical examinations on Saturdays and Sundays. How about starting from this job?"

"Okay, thank you Director."

The patients thought hard about some suggestions. It seems that if there is no such shop after passing this village, and if they don't take advantage of the advantages, they are bastards.

The further back you go, the weirder the suggestions become.

What about 'Doctors and patients exchange identities for a day to get to know each other better', 'Doctors also try antidepressants', 'Need a young and beautiful pedicure', 'Suggest a dance party', 'I want to go back to the past and make the ward a Classroom' and so on.

When the meeting was about to end, Zhuang Jing actually said to He Qingyan: "Qingyan, you will have the final say for me."

Gu Ran immediately started to figure it out.

Zhuang Jing is He Qingyan's attending doctor. Is this one of the ways she treats He Qingyan?

He Qingyan nodded to Zhuang Jing with a smile, without the usual surprise, shyness or refusal.

She stood up and said to the patients: "Dear patients, what I want to say today is - don't feel inferior to others just because you are sick.

"On the contrary!
  "The incidence rate of geniuses is far higher than that of ordinary people!
  "Close to us, Gu Ran and Chen Ke, two twenty-year-old genius doctors, are both sick."

Gu Ran lowered his head and said nothing.

Chen Ke scratched his head with his index finger.

"Su Qing became a doctor at the age of nineteen, so she doesn't even have to think about it. Of course, I don't have to give in too much."

Gu Ran looked at Su Qing. Su Qing was bored and seemed to be wandering around, as if she was waiting for the leader to finish his speech.

"Far away, let's not mention Van Gogh. Art is a matter of benevolence and wisdom. In my eyes, he is a painter, but in your eyes, he may be a second-rate person. What matters is not his paintings, but how much they can sell for.

“Let’s just say British Prime Minister Churchill.

"He is dead, so there is no need to keep him a secret. He was a manic-depressive patient. It was because of his bipolar disorder that he gained the strong energy to support him in leading Britain during World War II.

“So don’t worry about your illness and don’t deny your illness, it’s proof of our genius!
  "Thank you everyone." He Qingyan bowed like an elegant knight.

The fantasy writer applauded vigorously and even stood up.

Su Qing glanced at him. According to the information provided by Gu Ran, the fantasy writer should think that Britain has become a country of aliens.

Going a little deeper, his theory that mental illness equals aliens is supported by some facts - most geniuses are mentally ill.

What about Van Gogh's "Starry Night"? It's not abstract, it's realistic.

World War II was actually a war started by aliens. Japan and Germany, whose heads are both painters, looked like aliens had seized power and tried to launch a war of aggression.

The fantasy writer was so excited that his face turned red.

"Computer! I need an alien computer!" He burst out with inspiration.

He felt that he could challenge Liu Cixin, who wrote "The Three-Body Problem" at this time.

No, in his consciousness, maybe Liu Cixin, who wrote "The Three-Body Problem", is also an alien. It's just that whether this alien comes from the empire or the Trisolaran civilization is unknown.

After the meeting, Gu Ran was actually a little exhausted.

He is someone who can run four or five times around a large campus in one breath.

It can be seen that people with strong bodies should also be careful of mental fatigue. If you feel unwell, please seek medical treatment as soon as possible. You are welcome to call Jinghai. Dr. Gu’s phone number is: 131
  "Senior brother!"

Gu Ran came back to his senses and saw Jiang Qi standing behind him with her hand on his shoulder.

"Are you particularly tired and want to take a rest?" Senior Sister Jiang said with a smile.

"No."

"Women like men who are hard down there rather than hard-mouthed, right, Su Qing?"

"Anyway, I don't like people who make dirty jokes." Su Qing yawned lightly.

"Sister Jiang, I agree with your point of view!" He Qingyan nodded.

Jiang Qi laughed twice, but did not answer He Qingyan's topic.

Be careful when talking to such a young lady. If she dares to respond, it will be her, Jiang Qi, who leads the young lady into trouble in the future.

"Sleep later if you're tired," Jiang Qi said to Gu Ran, "Teacher Zhuang Jing chose today to do the ward round to make you tired and help you fall asleep as soon as possible."

Gu Ran suddenly woke up and immediately cheered up.

"Let's go, prepare for the operation!" Jiang Qi waved.

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"Private Diary": August [-], Friday, team meeting.

Can we have a meeting for more than an hour?

Can everyone do something serious?

Alas, that's what it is said, sharpening the knife is as good as chopping wood. Forget about other diseases, communication is necessary for mental illness.

What is an alien computer?
  What kind of car is Tesla?

Baidu it.

My knowledge is really broadening day by day, and I can’t imagine how perverted I will be in the future.

I haven't thought about my dream of dominating the world for a long time recently. Sure enough, Wenrou Township is the Tomb of Heroes. According to what was said before - sharpening the sword will not waste time chopping wood, so I should dominate the world first.

The whole world is my gentle hometown.

How can I dominate the world? He Qingyan said that sharpening a knife will not waste time chopping firewood, read books, treat diseases, accumulate experience, and wait for the opportunity.

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"Doctor's Diary":
  Pay attention to Zhao Wenjie's new symptoms to offset the irritation I caused to him.

The patient in Room 302 mentioned the alien computer as a brand of computer.

He may have thought that this brand was founded by aliens who had infiltrated the earth. He may have applied for a computer to write a novel or to study the alien codes in the computer.

In short, these things can allow him to imagine more plots.

However, should we let him continue to be immersed in fantasy, or should we do our best to bring him back?

It depends on where the fantasy ends.

Recover on your own?

Completely become a novel character and embark on the fate of a novel character?

I'm going to try a two-pronged approach:
  While thinking of ways to use gentle means to bring him back;

While guiding his fantasy, he gave up on being an alien and decided to lurk, pretend to be an earthling, and live a serious life.

　Thanks to the leader of [Blind A Bing];

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