After listening to Dr. Zhao Mingrui's words, Qiao Weidong also felt that it made sense, so he communicated with him on the phone about Yingzi's treatment plan, and also consulted the best hospital or nursing home for depression in China.

Because Zhao Mingrui's psychological counseling center does not have the conditions for treatment.

At this time, in Yingzi's bedroom, Song Qian was in a complicated mood to help her daughter pack her clothes, and Tong Wenjie also helped clean up together.

Song Qian took out Yingzi's clothes and put them on the bed, and when she was folding the clothes, she saw that there seemed to be something under Yingzi's pillow, and Song Qian turned the pillow over and saw that it was Yingzi's diary.

Song Qian didn't open it and put it aside to continue folding clothes, but Tong Wenjie saw the diary and had some ideas.

She patted Song Qian, who was folding her clothes:

"Do you think Yingzi will record her discomfort in her diary!"

Song Qian's hand folding clothes paused:

"Wen Jie, what you said makes sense, let's take a look!"

Turning the first page of the diary, Song Qian looked at the time, it was written not long after the start of school, and there was nothing abnormal at first, she was complaining about the pain of going to school, and she also wrote about the nausea of eating sea cucumbers every day.

It wasn't until she flipped to the diary of the last month that Song Qian found that something was wrong from November 10th:

"Today's November 10th, I don't know why I can't sleep, maybe I'm too tired from studying recently"

Song Qian flipped back again:

"Today is November 15th, I have been insomnia for 5 days, today I checked the cause of insomnia on the Internet, could it be depression?"

Song Qian cried while watching, she felt that she usually cared too little about Yingzi, and she didn't even know that Yingzi had insomnia.

Tong Wenjie put her arm around Song Qian's shoulders and helped Song Qian turn the page:

"Today is November 20th, because my parents also fell out, I was really miserable, I don't know how to stand on that side, but I think it's more difficult for my mother, my father already has Aunt Xiaomeng, my mother is only myself, although she often forces me to eat food I don't like, but I still love her!"

Song Qian hugged Tong Wenjie: "Wenjie, Yingzi, this child is so sensible, I shouldn't force the child, blame me!" ”

"Woo woo"

Tong Wenjie patted Song Qian's hand to express comfort, flipped through a few more pages of Yingzi's diary, and finally turned to what she wrote the day before yesterday:

"Today is December 20th, I have insomnia I don't know how long, I always feel that the night passes so slowly, I can still fall asleep when I listen to music at first, I can't sleep with any tricks recently, I feel so messed up when I close my eyes. Like any sheep, it's hard to count the numbers, I'm too tired.

I don't know what's wrong with me, I just feel different from before, I used to think that death is a very irresponsible thing, but now I think it's also a kind of destiny!

My dad said he was going to take me to a psychiatrist in a few days, and it made me feel relieved! ”

Song Qian realized the seriousness of the problem after reading Yingzi's diary, if Qiao Weidong hadn't taken Yingzi to the doctor, she wouldn't have dared to think about what would happen next.

Song Qian felt that she had always put Yingzi's grades first, and now she had a feeling that her faith had collapsed.

Now that she remembered what Qiao Weidong said just now, did she also need to see a psychiatrist?

Closing the diary, Song Qian wiped her tears and helped Yingzi continue to pack up the change of clothes.

After packing, send Song Qian to hand the suitcase to Tong Wenjie:

"Wen Jie, please go out and help me hand over my luggage to Qiao Weidong, I don't have the face to see him!"

After speaking, he picked up the diary next to him and handed it to Tong Wenjie:

"Help me give him the diary too, and ask him to hand it over to the doctor, I hope it will help Yingzi's recovery!"

Tong Wenjie looked at Song Qian and didn't speak, just patted his hands, and then walked out of Yingzi's room with the suitcase and diary.

After seeing Tong Wenzhuo go, Song Qian couldn't hold back anymore and cried loudly.

Qiao Weidong was a little inexplicable, why did he clean up his things and cry?

Tong Wenjie walked to the living room, handed the suitcase to Qiao Weidong, and also handed over the diary:

"This is Yingzi's diary, Song Qian asked me to give it to you!"

Qiao Weidong took it with both hands and understood that this was Song Qian's diary of Yingzi, and Yingzi should have written the reason for her insomnia in the diary.

But Qiao Weidong scoffed, now that he knew that he had repented, why did he go earlier:

"Then let's go!"

Tong Wenjie shook her head:

"You go first, Old Qiao, I'll accompany Song Qian here for a while!"

"That's fine!" Qiao Weidong held the suitcase. Put away the diary and go downstairs.

Not to mention how Tong Wenjie comforted Song Qian, Qiao Weidong drove back to the psychological counseling center with his suitcase.

When driving, I also told Xiaomeng about Yingzi's situation, and also said that he might go back later.

Xiaomeng also expressed her understanding, and she also said that she had finished eating at noon, which was made by Chen Yan, and it was also Northeast cuisine.

Xiaomeng also said that he didn't need to go over by himself to help comfort Yingzi.

Qiao Weidong refused, now Xiaomeng's body is also very important, and then chatted a few words and hung up the phone.

Qiao Weidong hung up the phone and drove downstairs, parked the car and went upstairs with a diary.

When Yingzi saw his father when he entered the door, he immediately pounced:

"Dad!"

"Woooooooooooo

Qiao Weidong hugged his daughter and said that the depression was mild:

"It's okay, girl, you are mild, and it will be fine soon if you actively cooperate with the doctor."

Yingzi looked at his father with pitiful eyes:

"And what about my school?"

"It's okay, Dad helped you take a month off, I believe that my daughter can study better than her classmates, Dad has brought all the books and scrolls from your house, and you will study while treating in the hospital when the time comes!"

This is also the suggestion of Dr. Zhao Mingrui, he feels that Yingzi has learned to get used to it, and suddenly let her not touch books, but a little uncomfortable.

Qiao Yingzi was very happy at first when she heard that she could not go to school, and then she was a little scared:

"Dad, can my mom agree?"

Qiao Weidong touched his daughter's head:

"Don't worry, Dad has discussed with your mother, your mother has agreed, and your mother helped pack the luggage!"

Qiao Weidong sat on the sofa with his daughter in his arms, touched her head and thanked Fang Yuan on the side:

"Fang Yuan has worked hard!"

Fang Yuan feigned displeasure:

"You used to help me, but I can help you once, you are still so polite!"

"Okay, since you're here, I'll go home first!"

Qiao Weidong nodded:

"Okay, Fang Yuan, I'm not polite to you anymore!"

After Fang Yuan went out, Zhao Mingrui said to Qiao Weidong:

"Old Joe, come out!"

Qiao Weidong entrusted Yingzi to the staff and went to the office with Zhao Mingrui.

After arriving at the office, Zhao Mingrui didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the point:

"Lao Qiao, Yingzi's situation, I contacted an old classmate of "Beijing Anding Hospital Affiliated to Capital Medical University", which is the top in the treatment of depression in our country, and he is now the deputy chief physician there."

"He said that it would be best for Yingzi to be hospitalized now, what do you think?"

Qiao Weidong took a sip of water and felt a little uncomfortable:

"Then go ahead!"

"Please ask him to help Yingzi find a single room, I'm not afraid of spending money, and I also ask him to find the best medical team, I'm sorry for you!"

Zhao Mingrui said that there is no need to thank you, this is what he should do.

Qiao Weidong suddenly remembered the notebook, took it out of his pocket and handed it to Zhao Mingrui:

"Look at it, this is a diary written by Yingzi, I don't know if it can help Yingzi's recovery!"

Zhao Mingrui took the notebook and looked at it:

"It's a great help, at least we can know the specific information of Yingzi's disease, and we can also treat it more targeted!"

"When are we going to Anding Hospital?" Qiao Weidong asked.

Zhao Mingrui thought for a moment: "The sooner the better!" ”

PS: Brothers, it's really not to help Song Qian clear her name, Qiao Weidong thinks she also has mental illness, normal people can't be the same as mental illness!

(End of chapter)