Chapter 20: My Hallucinations Were Real
Wang Aiguo took out a crumpled handkerchief from his coat pocket, wiped his red eyes, lowered his head and rubbed the handkerchief with his rough and shriveled hands, and continued: As soon as the psychiatric department was established, a group of patients were sent, and gradually as more and more patients were present, the conditions of the hospital were limited, and ordinary mentally ill patients could only be transferred to aid stations outside the hospital for treatment. Several patients in more serious condition were left in the hospital.
At this time, Dean Yan Baocheng at that time, accompanied a young male man one day and sent a beautiful female patient in. In the sun, this woman is very beautiful. A lot of male doctors are talking about it secretly.
But after Dean Yan brought the female patient, strange changes began to take place in the hospital. Patients often have high and low fevers. I used a lot of thermometers in a row. At that time, the conditions were not good, and there were fewer and fewer thermometers, and finally they could only apply for a thermometer from the organization to measure, but due to the particularity of the mentally ill, most patients could not cooperate with the measurement of body temperature. Later, doctors saw that high fever and low fever had almost become the norm, and most of them used medication to restrain them.
But finally one day, something special happened in the hospital. One night, most of the patients had fallen asleep after taking the medicine. And the beautiful female patient suddenly began to have a low-grade fever, and the person suddenly fell into a coma. At this moment, all the doctors in the hospital immediately got busy, and then, all the patients in the hospital woke up when the female patient entered a deep coma!
The onset of mental illness in a mass is a terrible thing. At that time, there were few doctors in the hospital itself, only a few doctors on duty. In the end, even the nearby police station was alarmed and the police were dispatched to maintain order. Sick people become agitated en masse. But in the early morning, the scene finally came under control.
At that time, the female patient's body was measured at 0 degrees by thermometer. It is completely impossible to survive at a body temperature of 0 degrees. The hospital promptly isolated her from the rest of the patient. A discussion group was also formed to discuss her condition. All the doctors were helpless. The days that followed. I can only observe this female patient at any time. The female patient did not eat or drink, and her body temperature remained at 0 degrees Celsius, but her vital signs did not diminish at all.
He took detailed notes on the female patient, and secretly wrote down the situation and mood of the female patient in his diary.
Wait a minute. When I heard this, I interrupted him and told him about the page of my diary that had fallen out of the book "On Mass Hysteria" that I had seen in my hallucinations.
After listening to this, he began to get excited, and he was sure that the diary I saw recorded a real situation at that time, when all the doctors and nurses in the psychiatric department talked about this inexplicable female patient. Almost in the end, no one could remember the name of the female patient, and they all vaguely replaced it with that person.
I saw that he was a little excited, his face turned red, and he hurriedly went to the department next to him to pour a glass of water, and after he drank the water, he seemed to calm down a little, and continued: he gradually discovered a detail in his observation at that time, whenever the patient's body twitched while lying on the bed, the patients in the hospital would inexplicably become quiet. He told Zhang Min about the situation.
Zhang Min reported the patient's situation to the organization in detail, but the response was a failure. The superiors just kept sending large quantities of tranquilizers to the psychiatric department. And Dean Yan has been on long leave and has not returned.
In the end, it has not been resolved. And the female patient has not woken up.
It seems that Dean Yan Baocheng here may know more inside stories. I silently wrote down the name in my mind.
Watching Zhang Min become thin and haggard day by day, he has always been distressed. But the hospital gave a task order to Zhang Min to stick to his post. If there are special circumstances, it should be reported to the hospital immediately.
Seeing that the expert group had no effect and no solution, it had to be disbanded in the end, and finally Dr. Zhang Min made a private decision: he decided to use music therapy for mental illness. It is hoped that the concise and bright songs will be played on the third floor to alleviate the mass incidence of the disease. In order to avoid accidents, an iron gate was added to the third floor. And let the comrades of the public security station cooperate with the stay.
When everything was ready, the psychiatric department bought a radio, bought a microphone that was expensive at the time, connected it to a loudspeaker, and played the music on the radio on the third floor.
I can't help but think of the song I heard in the hospital. Said a few words from there. Unexpectedly, Wang Aiguo became excited again, I helped him to give him a quick-acting heart pill, he calmed down for a while, and said to me that it was the old song I said when it was put in the department: Osmanthus is open and happy