The Chinese New Year is a day for family reunions, and in 1991 in China, the atmosphere of the Spring Festival was still very strong.

Today is the day of the Zhong family's dinner, there are three tables in the house, and the rules of Yuezhong are generally one table for men, one table for women, and one table for children.

"Here, everyone, toast to the new year!"

"I wish Mom and Dad good health!"

"The boss made a fortune last year, and he will make a fortune this year!"

The atmosphere in the living room was warm, the men were holding wine glasses and talking good things, eating good food, and the father and mother of Zhong who sat at the head were laughing happily.

The women's table is all pulling each other's parents, what son's grades are, what competitions their daughters have participated in, what beautiful clothes they have bought, and so on.

Originally, when the family was reunited, suddenly there was a sound of breaking bowls from the children's table next to them, which attracted everyone's attention.

Then I heard a child complaining:

"Third Daddy, your family is mischievous again~~"

"Zhong Minghao, you don't want to eat it yourself, why did you drop all the bowls? ~~”

"You're a nuisance! We don't like you! ”

A group of children surrounded a little boy about 10 years old, trembling all over his body, shouting loudly, each with anger in his eyes and disgust in his expression.

Next to the table, the table that was full of food was overturned, and many of them even broke their dishes.

The New Year's Day is eating, the table is lifted, and no one can help it.

The adults hurried over, each holding his own child, and then looked at the shivering little boy in the corner and scolded:

"Minghao, why are you so ignorant?"

"That's it, everyone was happy, but every time you make it unhappy!"

"Why did our Zhong family have such a troublemaker as you, I can't say it well, and I can't persuade it, it's a shame!"

Zhong Minghao didn't refute, just sat on the ground and hugged his knees, lowered his head, and shrunk into a ball.

Just when everyone thought that the matter was over, suddenly Zhong Minghao moved, picked up a bowl next to him and fell heavily on the ground, and scolded loudly:

"Bastards, you're all bastards, you're all big turtles, you're big turtles, and you're all little turtles!"

After the child finished scolding, the fierce expression just now suddenly changed to a frightened and helpless look, and the whole person shrank into a ball again.

The old and young of the Zhong family were scolded as turtles, and now it was like igniting a cannonball, and everyone blew up:

"Zhong Minghao, are you going to die?"

"It's too much, third child, you die, look at the good things your son has done!"

"Evil seed, why did the third family have such a violent maniac!"

Zhong Hengyuan and his wife Du Wenjuan, who were cooking in the kitchen, hurriedly walked out, saw the embarrassed appearance in the living room, and then looked at the trembling appearance, and felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Not angry.

Du Wenjuan hurriedly ran over and hugged her son and touched around: "Xiaohao, are you injured?" ”

Zhong Hengyuan nodded to the relatives around him:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my Xiaohao who is not good, I will make amends to everyone for him!"

Suddenly, a 16 or 7-year-old boy stood up and slammed the door out: "I can't eat this meal, don't call me when Zhong Minghao is here in the future." ”

"Xiaoyuan Xiaoyuan, this kid, but the third child, your son is too angry~~"

"It's just that such a young child, his mouth is full of foul language, and he will smash it at every turn, and he will have to grow up? I'm going to eat in prison~~"

"The third child, can you educate, you can't educate me to educate you for you, it's not like words~~"

Father Zhong also came over at this time, looked at the third son's family, sighed and said:

"Third child, why don't you go home first, let Xiao Hao go home to reflect and reflect!"

Zhong Hengyuan and Du Wenjuan looked at each other, and then sighed softly and stood up:

"Then, father, mother, and everyone, you eat slowly first, there is still meat stewed in the pot, don't forget it for a while."

"Then let's go home first, I'm sorry everyone."

In the chatter of relatives, Zhong Hengyuan and his wife Du Wenjuan, with their son Zhong Minghao, walked the old house of the Zhong family, pushed the two-eight-bar bicycle in the corner, and silently walked in the direction of their small home.

Zhong Minghao's children kept their heads down, and suddenly saw a pile of garbage pushed on the side of the road, and ran over to kick, sweep and step, attracting passers-by to look sideways.

"Whose child is this, so unqualified!"

"This is too naughty, isn't it?"

Passers-by also began to denounce, so frightened that Zhong Hengyuan and Du Wenjuan hurriedly ran over, hugged their son and walked away from the scene as quickly as possible.

The family of three was silent.

Suddenly, Zhong Minghao raised his head, his eyes were full of tears: "Dad, I, I didn't mean to......"

Zhong Hengyuan touched his son's head and said dotingly: "Dad knows, Dad doesn't blame you." ”

Du Wenjuan walked all the way, wiping her tears all the way: "Hengyuan, what can our son do like this." ”

Although Zhong Minghao is only 10 years old, he is a well-known celebrity.

Whether it is the Daguanxiang Primary School he attends, or the light factory worker community where he lives, everyone may not be right when it comes to Zhong Minghao's name.

But if you ask the child who likes to make trouble, throw things, swear, and hit classmates the most, everyone will suddenly understand.

Again: So you're talking about this kid.

Then with a disgusted expression, Tao Tao kept counting you the annoying things about this child.

What throws away the neighbor's sun-dried clothes, smashes the honeycomb coals of the neighbor's house, tears the classmates' homework, pulls the braids at the lesbian table, suddenly yells during class, etc., etc...

All the bad habits and stinky problems that naughty and bad students have, Zhong Minghao does not fall behind, and he has them all.

And Zhong Minghao also has a characteristic, that is, he will switch between quiet and manic at will.

When it's okay, it's a quiet, even introverted little boy who always sits alone, and even a little scared.

But he will have a sudden seizure, and he will start smashing without warning, full of swearing, at this time, Zhong Minghao is a little bully who is not afraid of heaven and earth.

Zhong Hengyuan and Du Wenjuan have been complained about countless times by teachers, neighbors, and relatives.

If it weren't for the fact that the nine-year compulsory education is protected by national laws, I'm afraid Zhong Minghao would have been expelled from school a hundred times.

The family walked to their home in dismay, and when they walked through East Street, they looked up and saw the white, 20-story twin buildings.

Zhong Hengyuan looked at this beautiful and tall new people's hospital, and couldn't help but sigh:

"It's so beautiful, it's so magnificent, it is estimated that the best hospital in the country belongs to our Yuezhong People's Hospital, right?"

Du Wenjuan stood at the door of the hospital, looked at the colorful lights inside, and asked:

"Is this people's hospital ready to open? Husband, why don't we take our son to see the disease? ”

Zhong Hengyuan shook his head:

"Even if Xiao Hao gets sick, it should be a mental illness or a nervous disease, and the fist department of the Vietnamese Central Hospital is a gastroenterology, burn and plastic surgery, and endoscopy center, and they are not good at our son's illness."

Zhong Hengyuan and Du Wenjuan firmly believe that their son has a strange disease, not some naughty mischief.

The two husbands and wives have also passed through the provincial capital and Huhai to see the disease, but they have not received a satisfactory answer, and they have not been able to give accurate treatment.

"Let's take our son to the Seventh Courtyard to have a look, what if it's a mental problem?"

Du Wenjuan snorted: "You are a nervous patient, my son is not!" ”

"Okay, good, no, no!"

The little couple is still arguing here, and Zhong Minghao, who is sitting on the bicycle bar, is scolding again:

"Shit, it's all a bunch of big shit, these two buildings are white shit, disgusting, collapsed~~~"

Zhong Hengyuan hurriedly quickened his pace and hurriedly left the gate of the Yuezhong Hospital.

On the day of the opening of the house, he was scolded by his son as stinky shit, this is not looking for smoking.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the new building of the Viet Cong Hospital was finally opened.

Chen Qi held a very grand opening ceremony, so grand that the traffic police department had to implement traffic control on East Street and prohibit vehicle traffic.

The new building of the Viet Chung Hospital is decorated with white as the main color and red satin, which looks particularly festive and beautiful.

The invited guests, from the ministry to the province, from home to abroad, Zhu Guochen as the leader of the ministry and Xu Guorui as the leader of the province personally participated in the opening ceremony of the Vietnamese Central Hospital.

This level is unique among all hospitals in the country.

The two bigwigs came in person, and the other leaders at all levels needless to say, it was definitely a gathering of cadres and a lot of excitement.

Major hospitals across the country also sent representatives to watch the ceremony, saying that they were here to watch the ceremony, but in fact, they were more here to spy on intelligence.

When the presidents and vice presidents of these hospitals saw the "towering like clouds" hospital twin buildings, and then saw the modern outpatient clinics and wards, as well as the most advanced medical instruments and equipment, they were all like lemons, and they were all sour at home.

If killing people is not illegal, Chen Qi has been killed countless times by his peers across the country with their eyes.

President Li of Haidong Medical University kept rolling his eyes, and all he was thinking about was how to tie Chen Qi to the big ship of Shanghai Eastern Medical University.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the ribbon-cutting ceremony officially began.

When Zhu Guochen and Xu Guorui cut the red satin, all the fireworks were set off in unison, and under the joint witness of more than 2,000 employees of the Vietnamese Hospital, the Vietnamese Hospital officially entered a new era.

Of course, there is still a long way to go for the Vietnamese and Chinese hospitals to go from the top hospitals, for example, they are not teaching hospitals and do not have their own medical university to provide technical support.

In addition, the progress of the exchange blood exchange work in the Vietnamese and Chinese hospitals is very slow, and most of them belong to the old staff with average ability.

But so what, as long as Chen Qi is still in his position for a day, as long as the authority of his president can be guaranteed, Chen Qi is confident that he can bring the Vietnamese Central Chinese Hospital to become one of the top ten hospitals in China.

Under Chen Qi's ability to make money, the next day, all major media across the country, especially newspapers, published a press release on the opening of the most modern hospital in China, and also listed a number of specialties that are currently ranked first in China and leading in the world.

It is conceivable that the outpatient clinics of the Viet Cong Hospital in 1991 must have increased geometrically.

In life, there are always a few joys and a few sorrows.

Zhong Hengyuan and Du Wenjuan took their son to the Seventh Hospital (Psychiatric Hospital) of Yuezhong for treatment.

Meng Jian is the attending doctor of the Seventh Hospital, and when he saw the submissive little boy in front of him, he felt that even if the child was not mentally ill, he must have a bit of autism.

Because when he asked for a consultation, the little boy was silent and seemed very introverted and scared.

So Dr. Meng kept thinking about what kind of mental illness this child had.

Generally speaking, as long as a patient goes to the Seventh Hospital, the doctor looks like everyone has a mental or mental illness.

Isn't there often news, a normal person is framed and imprisoned in a mental hospital, how do you prove your innocence?

You get angry and refuse to answer any questions, okay, you're in a classic depressive state.

You yell, get emotional, and shout at everyone that you're not sick. Okay, you're in a typical manic state.

You are desperate, crying and laughing for a while, shouting that the sky has no eyes, or that your mother is coming and robbing me. Okay, you're in a state of mental disorder.

You refused treatment, refused to take medicine, and fled when you were given injections, and the psychiatric hospital doctor was even more convinced that you were sick at this time, so he waved his big hand, tied his feet and hands, and forcibly fed the medicine.

If you can't bear the pain and want to run away, or vent your smashing things.

Okay, okay, you are already dangerous at this time, and when the time comes, the danger level exceeds level 3, and the electrotherapy will be on.

As long as you enter the gate of the mental hospital, it doesn't matter whether you are sick or not, the important thing is that when you come, the business will come.

So now, when Dr. Meng saw Zhong Minghao's child for the first time, he felt that this child was somewhat depressed, or autistic.

But the doctors are rigorous, and psychiatry has its own set of diagnostic methods:

"Well, let's do a few tests first, these are a few questionnaires, your family fills them out first, and then we evaluate what kind of treatment to administer."

In the normal consultation session, the quiet doctors and patients' families suddenly changed their painting style.

I saw Zhong Minghao's child suddenly stand up, and before Dr. Meng could react, Zhong Minghao had already picked up the test form and tore it, and then looked at Dr. Meng viciously and scolded:

"Little lady! Stinky shit! Bad apple! A sucker! Pigs alike! ”

Dr. Meng was shocked, thinking that this child was not a mental illness, but more like a mental illness, and this was not a typical manic episode.

Hospitalized, must be hospitalized.

Zhong Hengyuan and Du Wenjuan saw that the attending doctor's face changed, their hearts tightened, and they hurriedly asked, "Doctor, me, my son is ......?"

Dr. Meng said as he cleaned up:

"It should be a mental problem, and the problem is very serious, the child can no longer control his emotions, there is no warning, and the onset of the disease is directly the climax, which is a typical manic-depressive psychosis."

"My son is mentally ill?"

Zhong Hengyuan and Du Wenjuan burst into tears when they heard this, this is the result they don't want to see the most, and it also means that the child's life is ruined.

Du Wenjuan hugged her son who had calmed down and cried bitterly.

And Zhong Wenhao was even more afraid to shrink into his mother's arms. (End of chapter)