Donghua Kingdom.

Dong Minh Province.

Leijiang City.

Yangjialing Street.

Mental Health Center of the Second People's Hospital.

Integrated Settlement Window.

Lao Da, who had just finished paying the fee, had a bitter old face, the wrinkles on his face were as deep as a ravine, and he sighed while muttering, and even the medical bill in his hand was trembling with his hand.

"Just to see a doctor, it cost 1,500 Donghua coins." He shook his head and sighed, "Fifteen hundred yuan, I worked tirelessly at the scrap yard for ten days, and that's how much money I earned." ”

Beside him stood a young man of twelve or thirteen years of age, of medium height, but his eyes were bright, with a clever and cunning light.

Lao Da groped around his body, then took out a dry tobacco pouch, and then looked for a fire.

"Hey, smoking is not allowed in the hospital." A passing cleaner hurriedly reminded.

Lao Da was stunned, a little embarrassed, but he still put away the dry tobacco bag.

"Comrade, you just paid the medical fee, and you haven't paid the hospitalization fee." The hospital toll collector poked his head out of the semicircular window to alert.

The old man asked, "How much, how much?" ”

"According to the diagnosis, the first course of treatment will be for a week, 500 a day, a total of 3,000." The toll collector said as he typed out the toll bill.

Lao Da suddenly felt like a slap in the face, he turned his head to look at the young man Jin Yan on the side, and then looked at the toll collector, the wrinkles on his forehead were deeper. His nostrils let out two heavy breaths, took out his wallet and counted the cash in it, it didn't seem to be enough, so he took out a bank card and handed it to the window: "Swipe the card." ”

After paying the fee, Lao Da found a chair in the waiting room and sat down. Jin Yan stood in front of him, and there was always a look of guilt on his face.

"Alas, this money was originally saved to pay you tuition and living expenses for high school. Now ......" Lao Da sighed, pointed to the diagnosis book and asked Jin Yan: "What is written in the diagnosis column in the back?" ”

The latter raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you literate!" This is still for me! ”

"Of course I'm literate!" Lao Da said, "I'll ask you, it says schizophrenia, what is schizophrenia?" Your brain is cracked? ”

Jin Yan was a little depressed: "Uncle Da, it's the spirit, not the brain!" ”

"Spirit, isn't that just brain!" Lao Da didn't turn the corner.

"I can't tell you, forget it, let's go to the hospital." Jin Yan asked the direction of the inpatient department, and pulled Lao Da over.

The office of the inpatient department is on the first floor, and a banner to welcome the new year hangs in the corridor, which reads "Tiger and Tiger welcome the new year, and the inpatient department is full of money". The banner is a little old, I don't know how long it has been hanging.

"This family is really sincere, isn't it all money." Lao Da sighed.

When they entered the office, a fat doctor surnamed Chen received them, first took the diagnosis certificate and looked at it a few times, then asked about the situation, and had a number in his heart, "Old comrade, there are many people hospitalized in the hospital now, and the beds are very tight, so let's arrange for you to live in a ward with a vegetative person." ”

Lao Da immediately snorted, he didn't want to. Because when I was paying the fee just now, the toll collector said that he was paying for a single room. For the treatment of schizophrenia, patients require a separate ward.

"That person hasn't woken up, and he just changes the hanging bottle twice a day, which doesn't hinder you at all." Dr. Chen said, "Well, if you agree, I'll go talk to the hospital and refund half of your money." ”

Hearing this, Lao Da's heart moved, and he squinted at Jin Yan, and his pitiful little eyes clearly told the young man that in this matter.

Seeing this look, Jin Yan, who was already feeling a little guilty about inexplicably spending a large amount of money on diagnosis and treatment and hospitalization, had nothing else to say. So he nodded his head voluntarily.

Dr. Chen was overjoyed, and he said this in his heart. The vegetative person in that ward was not originally a mental health center patient. Fourteen years ago, before the mental health center was established, he was lying in this people's hospital. Over the years, no one has ever taken care of him or seen him. If it weren't for the strict advice of the person who sent him back then, and there was a large amount of money every month for this person to be transferred to the inpatient account, this person would have been sent out of the hospital a long time ago. Later, the mental health center under Yangjialing People's Hospital was established, when there were not many patients and the number of beds vacant. The inpatient departments of other departments of the People's Hospital are full, and it is difficult to find a bed. After weighing up, the hospital leaders decided to transfer the vegetative person to the inpatient unit of the mental health center first.

Who knows, over the years, with a series of abnormal events, the number of people admitted to mental health centers has begun to increase exponentially, and hospital beds have also begun to strain. Here, due to the need for treatment, the patients are all in a single room. The vegetative man is also a single room. And if Jin Yan can live in the same room with him, he can free up another ward to increase the efficiency of the inpatient department.

After completing the formalities, under the leadership of Dr. Chen, Jin Yan and the others came to the room arranged. Room 101 at the easternmost end of the corridor on the first floor of the inpatient department. The room was simply furnished, with a motionless man lying on a bed, facing the wall, with his back to him, and his face could not be seen clearly.

There is a hanging bottle shelf next to the bed, and a bedside table.

The two nurses carried a folding bed in the room, and since the room was quite spacious, the two beds were not crowded.

Lao Da went back, and half an hour later, he came back with his washing and changing clothes. Then he briefly communicated with the doctors for a while, told Jin Yan to listen to the doctor's words and recuperate, and left.

He's gone, and so are the medics.

Jin Yan hurriedly called Doctor Chen: "Doctor, how can I cooperate with the treatment here?" ”

"Oh, you lie down and get some rest." "We will come back regularly to see how you are doing. ”

That's it?

After the doctors and nurses left, Jin Yan lay on the folding bed a little depressed, holding the old-fashioned lemon 5 mobile phone in one hand, looking at the information searched by the "White Tiger" search engine, and holding the diagnosis certificate he had just gotten in the other hand, his brows were twisted together, and his face was full of depression.

"Schizophrenia is a group of chronic diseases of unknown etiology, mostly with slow or subacute onset in young adults, and often clinically manifested as syndromes with different symptoms, involving sensory, thinking, emotional and behavioral disorders, as well as uncoordinated mental activities......"

"Patients with schizophrenia are generally conscious and have basically normal intelligence, but some patients will experience cognitive impairment in the course of the disease."

"Symptoms can recur, worsen, or worsen, and some patients eventually develop regression and mental disability, but some patients remain healed or largely healed after medication and psychotherapy......"

These are all relevant information searched by search engines.

Lao Tzu has become a schizophrenic? Thinking of this, he really had the urge to throw the old-fashioned mobile phone in his hand and the diagnosis report on the ground together, and stomp on it fiercely.