Chapter 2 PTSD Patients (1)

I took the bus to the clinic, and there were still a few lotus mist left, so I gave it to Han Muzhi: "No, you also love to eat." ”

Han Muzhi shook his head: "You don't wash and eat." It's really not exquisite. ”

I sat down on the sofa, watched Han Muzhi wash the lotus mist without hurry, and put it in a delicate bone china plate, I couldn't help but sigh a few words in my heart about the delicacy of a southern man, and said, "By the way, what did you want to talk to me about last night?" ”

"Come, let's eat this time, wash it." Han Muzhi put the plate in front of me, sat beside me, and held his glasses, "That's right." Yesterday, a colleague from the Department of Psychiatry of the Sixth Hospital called me and said that there was a case owner who would like to ask you for help. ”

"What's the situation?" I asked.

"A girl who was raped with PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) refused to speak, and her family was very anxious and took her everywhere to see a doctor. You also know that the Sixth Courtyard mainly prescribes medicine, and the more you eat, the more confused you become, so you transferred here. Dr. Wu asked you to come for treatment, and I agreed for you. Han Muzhi's eyes were shining behind the lenses, "Your art therapy is now recognized even by professional psychiatrists." ”

"Oh." I answered, but my mind began to drift. Rape, PTSD, this client doesn't know what went through. Han Muzhi often said that I am too sentimental, and to do psychotherapy, I must first be psychologically strong. I've been trying to make myself strong, but I'm still prone to stray. The advantage of empathy is that it is easy to empathize, and it can establish a good relationship of trust with the patient to facilitate interaction and communication, but it is more of a disadvantage, and it is easy to be irrational by emotions. For example, yesterday's Lu Zenghan made me almost lose my square inch, if I was replaced by a calm and rational Han Muzhi, I would definitely not be like that.

Han Muzhi held my hand with a hint of joy on his face: "Doctor Wu said that if this case is successful, she would like to invite you to give a lecture in the Sixth Hospital." But Joe, I said, you're going to be a dark horse in this industry. ”

"Makiyuki, I don't have that much ambition. I'm here to Southside just forβ€”"

Before I finished speaking, I was interrupted by Han Muzhi with a smile, "Okay, I won't say it, but it's a good thing after all, your career is getting better and better, and I am honored to follow." ”

Three years ago, Han Muzhi was already the youngest chief physician of the psychiatric department of Nancheng Sixth Hospital, but because he couldn't stand the life in the system, he resigned from the Sixth Hospital and founded this psychological clinic "Yiqiao", also known as the rehabilitation center. At that time, after graduating from UMN in the United States, I had been working as a counselor at a community service center in Tennessee for two years.

I will never forget that late autumn evening, when I was praying sincerely in a church in Nashville, the gentle and elegant Han Muzhi suddenly appeared in front of me. He persuaded me to follow him back to Nancheng to start a business together, he said that psychological counseling is becoming popular in China, he said that my art therapy has a bright future, and I went back to Nancheng with him, not to create a big career, after all, art therapy in the United States is relatively mature, and China is still starting. I came back with him, just because of his sincerity, and more importantly, Nancheng is where my sister, Xin Keyi, used to work.

The owner of the case that Han Muzhi said came to the clinic three days later, but what I didn't expect was that it was not her family who accompanied her, but the police of the criminal police team. A man and a woman, both dressed in civilian clothes.