Depression Rehabilitation Center.

This word was too unfamiliar, Ji Qianyu was in a slight trance for a moment, and then pursed his lips and looked at Chu Ming, knowing that he had now begun to force his words: "What's wrong with the external stimulus, what's the good of maintaining the status quo in this state of this disease?" Let him be in this state for the rest of his life, as a pianist in your midnight bar? ”

This sentence was too sharp, no matter how good Chu Ming's cultivation was, he couldn't help frowning deeply: "Ji Qianyu, for the sake of acquaintance, I advise you, don't be too self-righteous, you are stubborn, even if you suffer a loss, you have to mix other people's lives, do you think this is appropriate?" Can you afford to have an accident? ”

"Whether it's suitable or not, you have to try it to know." Ji Qianyu replied stiffly, and Chu Ming laughed angrily: "Okay, you have an idea." How are you going to try? ”

"Give me the address of the rehab center."

“…… Where is the rehab center? Chu Ming was stunned for a moment, put away the smile on his face, and looked at her with a stern expression, "Don't do things too outrageously, what do you want to do?" ”

"If you don't give it, I'll find it myself." Ji Qianyu stood up with his hands on the table and looked down at Chu Ming condescendingly, "What's so outrageous, I can't see a doctor?" ”

Successfully choked Chu Ming to the point that he had nothing to say, Ji Qianyu got the address as he wished, and walked out of the blues bar with great triumph, Chu Ming sat in his original position, looking at Ji Qianyu's back and was silent, and he only felt mixed feelings in his heart.

Her ambition was as obvious as her confusion and anxiety, and her lust was so fierce that she was inward-looking. There are so many stubbornness in those blue eyes, it is really impossible not to be moved.

Chu Ming sighed and rubbed his forehead, and suddenly understood why with Fu Yufeng's character of an idle cloud and wild crane, he would also help a girl he didn't know at the beginning.

Such a look is so rare, like a fire that is not willing to be extinguished in the dark night.

The address given by Chu Ming was very clear, Ji Qianyu checked the bus route, rushed over without stopping, clicked on the search engine with his mobile phone in the car, and began to make up for it temporarily. When she got off the station and was in front of the rehabilitation center, the security guard who registered at the gate looked at her and asked with some confusion: "...... you are here?"

Ji Qianyu lowered his eyes silently, wrote down his information one by one on the registration form, and only answered after a few seconds, his voice as low as a whisper.

"Come to my doctor."

At the end of October, the autumn breeze was already cool. She tightened her trench coat and stepped forward, pushing open the glass door of the hospital and stepping into a gray world that had never been heard of before.

This is the only depression rehabilitation center in the city. Depression is not a traditional physical illness, and in many cases, people mistakenly attribute it to mental illness. Mild and moderate depression is not particularly obvious, many patients are ashamed to seek medical attention, and neurologists in ordinary hospitals are □□ tired and unable to focus on a disease that cannot be cured by medical means.

Depression is called a cold of the mind, and there is such a thing as heart disease, which is usually incurable by others.

Judging from the information she just searched, the history of the establishment of this depression rehabilitation center has also been quite bumpy, the person in charge is a respected neurologist, and after retirement, it is difficult to set up this rehabilitation center, and the annual funding is all subsidized by all walks of life, and in the past two years, the funding from the society has become less and less, and it is often necessary to fill the vacancy out of his own pocket.

It's no surprise that social funding is getting dwindling. This is not like corneal transplantation or ordinary disease treatment, as long as the funds and equipment are in place, it is a matter of time before the medicine is cured, even if the patient is eventually taken away by the disease, at least the last period of time has been well cared for, and the money and kindness of the caring people have been comforted by the best.

People with depression are very different. The best special medicine cannot cure the depressed heart of the patient, the disease itself does not bring danger to life, but they are living towards death every minute and every second, death is liberation, struggling life. They are also a group in urgent need of social care, but when this care does not increase significantly, it is natural that they become more and more uncared for.

Most of the patients who receive treatment at this rehabilitation center are moderate and severe with obvious symptoms. Ji Qianyu couldn't contact Fu Yufeng, so he groped his way forward in a daze, and collided head-on with several groups of people.

The first thing she encountered was a teenage boy, thin and thin, sitting quietly and silently on a bench in the hallway, a bloody fruit knife thrown far on the ground. There were several people around, and the middle-aged woman with similar eyebrows to him was crying breathlessly, hugging him and letting out a heart-rending howl.

"My son, where can't you think of it, tell your mother, tell your mother! Mom saved you such a son, how could you bear to leave your mother and go by yourself, and let your mother send the white-haired person to the black-haired person? Mom can't live without you, you look at Mom, talk to Mom, what are you thinking in your heart, tell Mom about it, okay? Son, if you leave, Mom won't be able to live......"

This is a desperate and heart-rending cry, sharp and poignant, and every word is bloody. Ji Qianyu turned his gaze uncontrollably, and the boy sat quietly in the middle of the crowd, being held by his mother and shaking constantly, but he just lowered his eyes silently, sitting indifferently like a silent stone statue, with a thick gauze wrapped around his wrist, and the dazzling red was soaking and winding little by little.

He completely refuses to communicate with the outside world, and is immersed in his own world and cannot break free. Obviously in the middle of the crowd, loneliness is like an invisible shackle, binding his whole person tightly.

She jerked her gaze back, and the wolf fled quickly from the group's side, gasping for breath with palpitations, her fingers clenching unconsciously until they were white, but she didn't notice it.

There are many more such examples, she went from floor to floor in the corridors of the rehabilitation center, and along the way met young girls who were so manic that they would go crazy when they were touched, middle-aged men who were shockingly shaped, and patients in hospital gowns who were slow to move and had empty eyes...... And many more huddle in their own wards, silent, silent, curled up to detach themselves from their surroundings, and one person quietly decays and decays.

It's as if consciousness has been stuck in another separate world for a long time, leaving only an empty shell in a narrow hospital bed, and the soul has been completely stripped away.

"They're thinking." As she passed by a doctor in a white lab coat, she heard him sigh to several tear-stained family members and say, "I think very deeply and far, but I just don't want to open my eyes to see the real world." Don't touch them, don't try to stress them...... You can only guide it slowly and figure it out on their own. ”

"There are patients who are able to stay awake even when they are seriously ill – it takes tenacity and perseverance, and it can't be forced. Because it is too difficult for the patient, it is a relief to be completely immersed in one's own world, and it is the most difficult and torturous to have a clear consciousness. Such patients have the highest probability of suicide, because they can't get out and don't want to sink, which represents the most painful thing. ”

Ji Qianyu's footsteps kept passing by the doctor, walking faster and faster, leaving the sigh far behind. She looked carefully from the bottom to the top of the rehabilitation center, floor by floor, and when she turned around the corner of the corridor on the sixth floor, she suddenly saw the person she was looking for.

Fu Yufeng sat on a bench in the hallway, next to the office of the person in charge of the rehabilitation center. There were people coming and going in the office, doctors and nurses in white coats and haggard family members hurrying past him, and he sat quietly and silently with his eyes down, his black eyes full of brilliance, as if he was indifferent to the surrounding qiē.

The appearance of the teenage boy clearly appeared in front of him, Ji Qianyu froze in place, and it took a long time for his lips to tremble, and he spoke cautiously and called softly.

"Fu Yufeng ......"

The man sitting not far away moved his eyebrows slightly, paused for two seconds in extreme surprise, turned his head slightly, and looked in her direction.

When his eyes were raised, it seemed that the brilliance was suddenly reunited in his eyes, and his eyebrows and eyes became vivid for a moment. Ji Qianyu burst into tears for a moment, but he hesitated and didn't dare to step forward, and after a pause, he took out his mobile phone and pressed the dial button, staring at Fu Yufeng fixedly.

After staring at the vibrating mobile phone for a while, Fu Yufeng opened it and slowly put the mobile phone to his ear.

"I called you before, why didn't you answer?" Ji Qianyu asked softly. Fu Yufeng was silent and didn't speak, she blinked, and continued as if she didn't realize it, "Thank you for giving me five minutes, but I can't play anything in five minutes, I want to play the song longer than this." ”

Fu Yufeng paused for a moment and slowly spoke: "What do you want to play?" ”

The voices not far away overlapped with the voices on the phone, no different from the usual gentle and sparse voice. Ji Qianyu's nose was so sour that it was difficult to speak for a moment, and after taking two deep breaths, he replied steadily: "TheDaydream's "YouAndMe". ”

"Between You and Me".

She stood in place with the phone, looking at Fu Yufeng not far away, her eyes lowered slightly, her lips were closed safely, and she had no intention of speaking, so she pursed her lips and continued to say: "Five minutes is too short, and your five minutes is too short." Don't divide the show, okay, play this song together, can I be your steel companion? I will do my best, and I will definitely not hold you back or cause you trouble. If you don't say yes......"

"Then thank you for your kindness, I don't want it for these five minutes."

This time, Fu Yufeng finally reacted. He looked at her quietly, with a slight sideways gaze, with a faint look that did not wave.

"Why?"

Meeting his gaze, Ji Qianyu finally couldn't continue to calm down. She slowly squatted down with one hand over her face, tears falling sharply from between her fingers, and her voice was choked.

"Because I know you're so gentle...... Won't refuse my ......"

"I saw it, I wasn't afraid, I didn't give up, I didn't give up...... You're not supposed to sit here, you shouldn't be playing the piano in the blues, you're going to let me try, okay? Just think of it as ...... Give me a ......."