"Are you saying that your right hand is possessed, or ......" I suddenly thought of a more appropriate analogy: "Or that your right hand was spelled and then did not listen to you?" ”

The old man nodded: "Now it seems that the most reasonable explanation is this." ”

Reasonable fart, this is just nonsense, everything is pulled on ghosts and gods, don't you think it's a bit too far-fetched?

I said unceremoniously: "There are 10,000 more scientific reasons to explain this symptom like you, such as hallucinations due to too much stress, or mental trance caused by lack of sleep, etc., in short, it is much more reliable than the possession of ghosts and gods, right?" ”

The old man said: "Whether it is hallucinations caused by mental stress, or mental trance caused by lack of sleep, this is your speculation, it seems to be very reasonable, but in essence, it has not undergone any scientific practice, so what is the difference with what I said about the possession of ghosts and gods, these are just our conjectures, and in the absence of conclusive evidence, you don't need to rush to deny my point of view." ”

It was only then that I realized that this was an old man with a strong mind, and he was not like the confused patients I had met before. Although those people look no different from normal people, after a conversation, you will find that these people are too emotional, and when they encounter things that don't make sense, they will shirk the ghosts.

But the person in front of him is different, his way of thinking is very scientific, and he seems to have read a lot of books, but he directly thinks that his left hand is done by a strange force, so it must be after his own reasoning and analysis before he came to the conclusion.

However, if this question continues to be discussed, it will no longer make any sense, and I don't bother to argue with him, so I changed the question: "Do you often have insomnia?" ”

After speaking, I took a closer look at the old man, only to find that the old man not only had a pale face, swollen eye bubbles, but also eyes were covered with subtle bloodshots. I suddenly remembered the constant tremor of his arm when he played chess, and at first I thought it was because of his old age, but now it seems that it must be a sick old age, maybe he is not as old as I thought.

The old man's answer surprised me, he said that he had never had insomnia since he could remember, but he still had a three-second sleep physique that many people envied.

This is strange, during the meeting, he himself said that he had a problem sleeping, and judging from his demeanor, if it wasn't for a long lack of sleep, how could he look like this?

The old man himself explained: "I have never had insomnia, but the problem is that no matter how I slept or how long I slept, I woke up the next day as if I hadn't woken up." ”

"If you don't sleep well, you won't be able to live in a serious ward, right?" I asked.

The old man nodded: "The long-term lack of sleep has caused my temper to become more and more irritable, and I am very angry in my heart for a little unsatisfactory things, and I can restrain myself at first, but I just drop things, and then I can......'t restrain myself at all," the old man said here, and stopped with a wry smile.

I didn't continue to ask, I had been preparing for three months, all kinds of crazy beatings and self-harm, and I was just admitted to the secondary ward. I can't imagine what the old man in front of me has gone through, but since he doesn't want to say it, I don't force it.

After dinner, I went back to the ward early, but I didn't expect that there was already a person in the room. He was lying in another hospital bed and was supposed to be my roommate.

I walked over to say hello, he was reading a book, the book blocked his face, I couldn't see what he looked like, but to my surprise, the cover of the book actually said "Psychopathology".

Interestingly, it is a bit strange for a mentally ill person to look at psychopathology.

I greeted him, "Hello. ”

When the man heard my voice, he took the book away, glanced at me, and was a little surprised to see his face, it was the old man who played chess! Damn, is this old man so eloquent?

"Yo." The old man was obviously a little surprised: "It's you, young man." ”

"yes." I walked back to my hospital bed and sat down and asked, "What do you think of this?" ”

"It's not for the cure." The old man said: "My disease, it is very difficult to treat, the hospital only uses drugs to control the disease, if you want to eradicate it, you can only rely on yourself, read more books in this area, understand the pathology, can control your emotions, the disease will not recur, I am old, if I don't get out of the hospital quickly, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out." ”

"No, you don't see you're normal right now." I comforted him and said, "I really can't tell that you are sick, and I guess it won't be long before you can be discharged from the hospital." ”

The old man smiled and said, "Young man, I don't know what your name is." ”

"I'm called Wake Up." I said, "Su of Suzhou, wake up." ”

The old man was amused by me: "Wake up, it's a good name, I hope we can all wake up soon." ”

"Uncle, what is your surname?" I asked.

The uncle said while flipping through the book: "Just call me old horse." ”

Old horse! I was shocked, and immediately thought of my father's notes, but after thinking about it, it shouldn't be, that old horse is a doctor, this old horse is a patient, and the span is a little too big. However, I still had a trace of fantasy in my heart, and asked him some parents about their shortcomings, and then I confirmed that this old horse was not another old horse.

This old man's name is Ma Qianjian, his name is very old, he has been admitted to the hospital for many years, and the medical staff in the critical ward basically know him, and he worked as a teacher in a middle school before retiring.

The old man was very talkative, and after washing, we talked a lot, but it was all nonsense, and I tried to ask him something about the mental hospital from a long time ago, but he really didn't know anything.

Chatting and chatting, it suddenly started to rain heavily, and this is the case in coastal cities, where the rain always comes very suddenly and goes quickly. It often rains heavily in the morning and the sun shines brightly in the afternoon.

After nightfall, the staff turned off the lights, the whole room was dark, and the old horse slept very quietly, not even snoring.

I'm not afraid of the dark, but damn it, I actually remembered the story of little Lori at this time. People are like this, the more they are in this dark and oppressive environment, the more uncontrollable their cranky thoughts will be.

What's worse is that I saw in the dim light outside the window that there was really a black thing on the ground in the center of the room that had penetrated into the "rubber film" on the ground.