Doctor, I'm actually sick

Chapter 2

"After analysis, you are depressed, do you know that?"

This is what he said to himself a few minutes after she returned the paper to him.

She had already had this premonition in her heart, so she accepted his diagnosis without much sadness.

But her mother burst into tears, sobbing, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Doctor, my daughter is in her third year of high school. She doesn't go to school and just stays at home. She used to be very lively, cheerful, humorous and talkative, but now she rarely talks to us every day. Moreover, she often doesn't eat or sleep. Doctor , What should we do?" Her mother's words were sad, and she felt a little blocked after hearing them.

Dr. Wen didn't interrupt her, nor did he specifically comfort her. He looked at himself and said slowly: "In fact, everyone in the world is sick, but the degree of illness is different. There are mild and severe, slow and urgent. Now you If you feel that you are sick, so you come to see a doctor, then tell me what you think is the cause of your illness, so that I can prescribe the right medicine."

She saw no ridicule or surprise in his eyes, just talking to her calmly.

Feeling more relaxed, she gradually opened her mouth: "My studies have deteriorated, and I don't think I can learn anymore. I hate those classmates laughing at me behind my back, and I hate the teacher talking bad about me behind my back. I don't like going outside. Feeling tired..."

After a long conversation, she looked at Dr. Wen.

Doctor Wen tapped the table with his hand, then shook his head and said, "These things are normal, children as old as you will have these emotions. So, this is not the main reason for your depression."

He turned to his mother and said, "Please go out first, I'm afraid you won't be able to say something to her."

Mom wiped her tears, patted her on the shoulder and walked out.

Doctor Wen stood up directly this time, moved the chair beside her and sat down.

She was startled by the scent of lemons. He was about 1.8 meters tall, sitting next to her with his legs crossed.

"Okay, now you can talk." He was so close that his voice became more and more real.

She swallowed, and wanted to lower her eyes subconsciously, but she remembered what he had said, so she forcibly suppressed her gaze.

"I'm done talking."

Doctor Wen said, "That's all?"

"That's all." Afraid that he wouldn't believe it, she nodded vigorously and added: "That's really all, I didn't hide anything."

He frowned, and took a pen to write down something in the notebook.

"Well, let me make a suggestion about what you just said."

Dr. Wen continued: "Try to do something you like and find motivation for yourself. After you gradually get better, talk about returning to a normal life."

After he finished speaking, he got up and opened the door, letting her mother come in and chat together.

A psychiatrist pays hundreds of dollars for an hour of treatment. At the end of the talk therapy, Dr. Wen suddenly said: "Your daughter may have forgotten something subconsciously. I hope you can remind her of the thing that reminded her as soon as possible. Depression. Otherwise, no matter how hard you try, it will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause."

Seeing that he was about to end the conversation, his mother said anxiously: "Doctor, we are going through the procedures for her to drop out of school, but what should she do if she keeps doing this forever? Just talk, what kind of treatment? Don't you need injections or take medicine? I heard that depression You can get better even if you take medicine!"

Dr. Wen still didn't interrupt her, but said lightly at the end: "Injection and medicine can make depression less, but that's because hormones are added to the nerves, that kind of thing will make your daughter addicted, at least what I saw Those patients are very difficult to quit in the future.”

"The more times you take it, the less effective the medicine will be." After he finished speaking, he said to himself, "It's better to make yourself happy than taking medicine by injection."

Mom thanked him before leaving, and pulled herself out of the hospital.

She looked down at herself and asked strangely, "Did you forget something subconsciously?"

I lowered my head and thought for a long time, then shook my head: "I don't know."

The doctor's office was heard in the hospital, and a nurse came in through the side door.

"Hey, it's a pity, I got this disease in the blooming season, and my whole life is ruined." She picked up the thermometer from the table, and said to Dr. Wen who was reading, "Thank you, Dr. Wen, for lending the thermometer to me." It's me!"

When Dr. Wen heard this, he glanced at her casually and said, "Don't worry, the thermometer doesn't belong to me. The hospital gave it to every doctor and nurse."

Although there was no sarcasm in his tone, what he said was accusing her of losing even the thermometer in her hand as a nurse.

Under the blue face of the nurse, he slowly turned a page.

The nurse saw that he didn't look at her at all, so she had to open the door forcefully to leave.

Only then did he speak again: "It's a pity, it takes so much force to pull a door in your twenties."

The nurse fled away in a disgruntled manner, and the second half of his sentence was regarded as politeness and reprimand for her nonsense about the patient.

The 25-year-old doctor Wen turned another page with his hand, thinking of the girl who suffered from depression just now, and thought:

That's all, her future has infinite possibilities.

(End of this chapter)