In front of Song Zhaosheng, an academician who can play with mental health and medical treatment to the level of hypnosis, the fat man knew that it was useless to pretend, so after pretending, he quickly changed the topic: "Old man, I have been studying your notes with all my heart these days, and I am really a little fascinated, especially for mental illness, it is said that it is a real disease, but it can be a little ill, so I really want to study it further, well, I can't talk about research, I am just curious, thinking about whether only the mystic method can treat mental illness." ”

Song Zhaosheng is such a character, he naturally knows that the fat man has a little Jiujiu in his heart, and he wanted to expose the fat man immediately, and then make a few jokes to embarrass the fat man, but after listening to the fat man's words, Song Zhaosheng immediately put aside the small thoughts in his heart, and instead frowned slightly and asked seriously: "How sure is it?"

"I just had such an idea, where can I talk about it with confidence. Wen Shuo said embarrassedly.

"Don't be modest, I understand your kid's character, cautious little wing, you won't even mention things you are not sure about. Song Zhaosheng is colorful.

Wen Shuo said with a bitter face: "I'm really not sure, I just have such an idea." ”

Song Zhaosheng was slightly disappointed and said, "Then what?"

"Well, if I want to study this further, I'll have to know more about the mentally ill, right?" Wen Shuo said earnestly.

"Well, it's nature. Song Zhaosheng nodded.

"So......" Wen Shuo paused, and simply said: "I have a word to say, you have to be my fun, my curiosity is overflowing, let's not think about whether we can treat mental illness, you can help me talk to the leaders in the hospital, can I choose a few patients with typical characteristics in this hospital, and try to understand their spiritual world, you see ......"

Song Zhaosheng frowned, he almost instinctively realized that Wen Shuo, a cunning fat man, must have ulterior motives, but Wen Shuo's words, as well as his plan and ideas, were real.

"Fatty, can you tell me the truth?" Song Zhaosheng sighed and said, "I don't want to be used without knowing the truth. ”

"Look at you, I'm lying to you......" Wen Shuo said embarrassedly.

"Fat man, trust is mutual, and it is also a kind of respect, what do you think?" Song Zhaosheng was already convinced that his subconscious judgment just now was correct - this little fat man really had other intentions.

Wen Shuo grinned, knowing that he couldn't hide it in front of this old man, so he scratched his head and said with a smile: "I'll just say, you have to be more careful about what you say in front of your old man, but I still can't hide it from you...... Let's have one thing to say, this has nothing to do with trust or not, mainly considering the problems of occult practice, and it is useless to tell you, but it seems that I am too selfish. Well, I'll admit it, I'm hiding my selfish intentions about this, but the problem is, I don't know what I'm going to do next. ”

"How do you say that?" Song Zhaosheng frowned.

"There are a lot of strange phenomena in psychiatric hospitals. Wen Shuo said: "Since they are mentally ill, they should be different from ordinary people in all aspects, but at night, the hospital inpatient building, whether it is Building 1 or Building 2, is exceptionally quiet, which is not reasonable." Moreover, the natural balance of the hospital's two instruments and five elements is consistent with the outside world, which is also not in line with the norm. ”

Song Zhaosheng showed doubts and curiosity on his face, and said: "I have a little understanding of the reason why the mentally ill are quiet at night, first, the medical staff will artificially intervene in the daily habits of the mentally ill, so that they can form a group adaptation to a certain extent, which can also be called a group biological clock, and they will fall asleep or stay quiet when they reach a certain time; ”

"Oh. Wen Shuo thought thoughtfully.

"As for the balance of the natural two instruments and five elements you said, whether it is consistent with the outside world or not......" Song Zhaosheng said: "I don't understand very much, I would like to hear about it." ”

As they spoke, the two walked under a gazebo.

Wen Shuo stretched out his hand and signaled, "Old Song, let's sit down and talk." ”

Song Zhaosheng smiled and nodded, sat on the wooden bench next to the stone table, and said, "Don't be too embarrassed, when it comes to the secret of the master's metaphysics, you can not say it." ”

"Tsk......" Wen Shuo pursed his lips, sat down and lit a cigarette, and said: "You always say these things now, either you are hypocritical and polite, or, you are provoking me to tell some secrets, it is actually okay, even if I really have to say it, you can't understand it." ”

"Not necessarily. Song Zhaosheng said with some confidence.

"Really?" Wen Shuo smiled, casually recited a few spells, smiled at Song Zhaosheng who was surprised and wry, and said, "Then, this is the secret of the mystical law in the teacher's inheritance." Even if I give you a few more notes, you won't understand, the so-called difference is a thousand miles, that's what it means. ”

Song Zhao came to his senses, nodded with a smile, and praised: "I have always been guided by the situation, people, things, and time, and I have hypnotized the situation to control the situation, so my speech skills are still good." Today, it really opened my eyes, and your kid can bloom lotus flowers with pure cunning wisdom and eloquence...... What I said just now not only satisfied my curiosity and competitiveness, but also made me retreat. Fatty, you said you were afraid of my hypnosis, but now I am afraid of your scheming. ”

"Don't, you know my ......"

"Do you know that you are honest and honest, so you can be deceived?" Song Zhaosheng directly interrupted him.

"Looks like you do. The fat man scratched his head, showed a sincere smile, and immediately diverted the topic, and the topic was too blunt and abrupt at all, and told the question raised by Song Zhaosheng just now, which was nothing more than some insights in the hospital on the first night.

In addition, he unabashedly focused on his thoughts when he heard a mentally ill man sing with great emotion in the early morning of the second day in the hospital.

However, the thoughts that flashed through my mind at that time were not spoken.

Because he still hasn't caught that thought.

After listening to Wen Shuo's narration, Song Zhaosheng first looked serious, then showed a smile, and said with appreciation: "Being able to sense the balance of the aura between heaven and earth with cultivation and analyze these problems is the benefit of Xuanfa cultivation. And to be able to hear his emotions from the singing voice of a mentally ill person, and analyze so many problems, fat man, you shouldn't study archaeology, you should study medicine. ”

"A matter of personal preference. Wen Shuo said with a smile: "Archaeology is the main business, study medicine, and when I know you, I will treat it as a hobby." ”

Song Zhaosheng waved his hand, not caring about Wen Shuo's deliberate attempt to please him, and at the same time vaguely declined some possible words, the old academician said very seriously: "Your conjecture and analysis are right, I can't say how to say it specifically, after all, it is not professional." Okay, I'm going to get out of this old face and get you a special exception, and you can walk around every day in the hospital except at night and during the day...... Of course, no matter where you go or which patient you see, you must get the consent of the doctor in charge. ”

Wen Shuo nodded hurriedly: "That's a must." ”

His mind quickly flew to the patient who had sensed it with the qi machine a few days ago and received a feedback message, but he was unable to communicate with the qi machine.

What kind of mental illness is that?

In order to help Wen Shuo with this, Song Zhaosheng, who originally planned to have a simple meal, had to take the initiative to call Dean Zhao and invite him to have a meal together, and by the way, let Dean Zhao call a few more experts and directors from the hospital.

By the way, this sentence is called a few people, and it is a very communicative level.

Because in this way, Dean Zhao can decide who to call to eat with him - this, but Academician Song Zhaosheng please eat!

Who is called, who doesn't know Dean Zhao's favor?

Whoever is called, everyone has to understand in their hearts that Dean Zhao treats him as his own!

At the same time, President Zhao will also be moved and grateful for the trust given to him by Academician Song.

Listening to the seemingly casual two polite words made by Academician Song on the phone, the intelligent fat man was so impressed that he threw himself into the ground -- what an academician who was over 80 years old and had become a fine man! This kind of people's heart is simply wonderful. It's worth learning and applying what I have learned!

At the end of the meal, Wen Shuo's request to observe and understand the condition of the mentally ill in the hospital out of curiosity was naturally agreed by all the experts and directors present led by Dean Zhao.

It's not a big deal!

This young fat man, who is quite favored by Academician Song and may not know how much he has a relationship in private, seems to be an extremely arrogant guy with a simple temper, and has such a curious idea, of course the hospital will satisfy him.

Even if he wants to come into contact with a few extremely dangerous mentally ill patients, it is no problem, and he should be more careful with the accompanying medical staff and take precautions in advance.

It was more than two o'clock in the afternoon.

The fat man who returned to the hospital took the chicken feathers as an arrow, and walked into the inpatient building according to the position locked by the gas machine that night.

He pretended to be casual, wandered around, and played a game of chess and two games of table tennis with the mentally ill in the hall where the mentally ill were entertained, losing all of them miserably, and rolling out in the midst of the laughter of the mentally ill.

Finally came to the fifth floor.

The fat man walked slowly in the corridor, slowly releasing a wisp of qi and spreading throughout all the rooms on the fifth floor.

Passing by a ward with an open door, he saw a mentally ill man tied up in a hospital bed, like a fish that had just been caught ashore, whimpering and wrenching on the bed.

His qi quickly converged into the separate, small room.

"Hey, I seem to have seen you the other day, no, I felt you......" As he expected, the man quickly sensed his qi and muttered softly. Immediately, the fat man noticed that the man got up and rushed to the door.