An hour is actually quite a long time, especially when it comes to cranky thoughts.

With the sweet but unpopular sound of the stop, the bus stopped more than ten meters away from the stop sign.

I held the fruit bag high, pushed away the aunt who was blocking the road, squeezed past the unlucky guy, pushed away a few guys who blocked the way, and got out of the back door with a little embarrassment.

The stop where I got off the train was called Qingshan Elementary School, and the hospital where my father lived was near the elementary school, and it should be three or four stops away from the end point of Qingshan Town.

At this time, the children have already been on vacation, the neighborhood seems a little deserted, the empty streets are few pedestrians, and the rare fresh air is unexpectedly not pleasant.

Ever since I got out of the car, my heart has become a little heavy. In fact, for so many years, every time I visited my father in the hospital, my heart would be a little sour.

With a somewhat heavy pace, I passed by the gate of Aoyama Elementary School, watching an exaggerated iron lock slicing the campus and the street into two worlds, and watching the somewhat dim red slogans on both sides of the school gate standing silently on this winter day

"Study hard, make progress every day, and be a useful person to society. ”

I unconsciously pursed my lips and quickened my pace.

In just five minutes, my emotions had hit rock bottom, and it wasn't until I stood in front of the hospital gate that I barely bothered to cheer up, rubbed my cheeks vigorously, and squeezed out a stiff smile at the hospital sign.

This is where my father lives – Aoyama Psychiatric Hospital.

I have the impression that my father spent nearly half of the year here since I was very young. Naturally, I am also a frequent visitor to this hospital, and I am familiar with the doctors and old patients in it.

In fact, many people don't know that mental hospitals are far less terrible than they think. At least in the ordinary ward, those who wear hospital gowns are not much different from those outside, some are likeable, some are annoying, some are eloquent, and some are taciturn.

The management of the general wards here is not strict, and family members can visit at any time, and even take their patients to a restaurant outside for a delicious meal as long as they say hello.

If you wish, you can also chat with all kinds of patients in the ward. As long as you ignore the obviously inconsequential aircraft, rockets, intercontinental missiles, and traitors and traitors in their words, then they are really no different from ordinary people, and some of them also have interesting souls.

You don't have to worry about these patients being aggressive, maybe some of them are a little irritable outside, but in the hospital, each of them is an honest and good baby. for in their hearts there is reverence.

When I entered the hospital, I didn't go directly to my father, but went to the doctor's duty room first.

It was customary for me to have a few words with my father's attending doctor every time I came, perhaps out of politeness, or just because I was on the way, but of course there were some other reasons, very wonderful.

Actually, I've always thought that a psychiatric hospital is a strange kind of hospital, and sometimes, I don't even think it should be called a hospital.

Because all the families of the patients who send their patients here will not think that there is any possibility of curing their sick relatives in this hospital, except for those who are new to the hospital and have no idea what is going on in the market.

Almost all patients are admitted to psychiatric hospitals for the same reason, that is, these patients are "cranky and misbehaving" outside, and to the point that the family has become completely intolerable and completely uncontrollable. In the end, in order not to cause trouble and affect the lives of others, the patient was forced to be sent to a psychiatric hospital for control.

It's ridiculous to say that those crazy people who are active in thinking outside and have weird brains, as long as they are admitted to a mental hospital, will soon become harmless to humans and animals, and occasionally saying something that is not four or six is their most outrageous madness.

For psychiatric hospitals, it is not complicated at all to control the "madness" of the vast majority of mentally ill patients. A few small yellow pills go down, sick

People will fall asleep immediately, and when they wake up, their brain activity will be greatly reduced, to the point that they can barely maintain eating, drinking, and daily communication, and have no extra energy to think nonsense.

If a person doesn't have the time to think nonsense, then he will naturally not do anything wrong, and the purpose of control will be easily achieved. Of course, that small pill is time-sensitive, and if you want to maintain the stability of the patient, you need to take it regularly every day.

In fact, as long as the dosage is appropriate and taken on time, most mental patients can easily ensure that they can take care of themselves in daily life, and can even go out to work and play without people noticing abnormalities. Of course, their brain power will definitely be insufficient due to the influence of drugs, and they will definitely not be able to think about something randomly, and people will also seem a little wooden.

But as long as they obediently take those pills, they will be guaranteed that no one will restrict their freedom in the future, and they will never have to be admitted to this hospital that they fears again.

And the most thankful thing is that that kind of magical little pill is actually not expensive at all, and even cheap is unbelievable. I still remember that in the earliest days, a bottle of 100 tablets was about two yuan, and even now the price of medicine has risen a lot, a few dozen yuan of medicine is enough for a patient to eat for several months.

Compared with the meaningless but often thousands of hospitalization fees and diagnosis and treatment fees, this medicine is simply the most conscientious thing in the world.

You see, it's so simple. Although it is difficult to completely cure mental illness with today's medical level, as long as the patient eats a few small tablets of good quality and low price every day, he can easily get out of the cage of the hospital and go outside to live a normal life that is almost indistinguishable from ordinary people.

And here's where the most unfortunate thing happens.

Of all the mentally ill people I know, there is not a single person who is willing to take his medication on time and in the right amount every day after leaving the hospital.

Of course, that includes my father.

It is natural to take medicine when you are sick, and that kind of small pill is not difficult to swallow, and there are no obvious side effects, but why can't those half-crazy people honestly take the medicine and be a normal person? Why do you want to make yourself a complete madman?

I asked my father more than once about this question, but I still haven't gotten an answer, just as I never know what he was crazy about.

The door to the doctor's room was open, and I leaned in halfway in, then knocked lightly on the wooden door beside me.

Soon, after changing the closet, a young female doctor in a white coat came out. My eyes unconsciously fell on her badge, and in addition to a smiling headshot, there was only one line of small bold text on the badge - Attending Physician Yang Le!

"Hello, Dr. Yang!" I smiled a slightly shyly smile on my face.

"You're here!" Dr. Yang looked blushing as he raised his hand to signal me to sit down in the chair next to him.

"How is my father doing?" seems to be the same question every time I see Dr. Yang.

"It's still the same. Dr. Yang sat across from me, "I just don't want to take medicine." ”

"Alas!" I sighed unconsciously.

Dr. Yang shrugged his shoulders, "Every day when the nurse arranges to take medicine, I will keep an eye on him, and I will deliberately talk to him for half an hour after taking the medicine, in case he deliberately vomits, but I always feel that his mental state is more sober than other patients." I guess he probably managed to spit out part of the medicine, but there was no evidence, and he didn't dare to increase the dosage based on this, so he was helpless. ”

"Dr. Yang bothered. I nodded in gratitude.

Dr. Yang shook his head slightly, "It should be done." ”

After finishing business, the room suddenly fell silent.

The atmosphere may be a little awkward, but I think it's fun at the moment.

Once again, my eyes moved to her badge. Looking at this mysterious name similar to mine, ripples rippled in my heart. Looking up at that extremely familiar face again, I felt that the whole person was almost melting at this moment.

Before, I had never believed in love at first sight, a fairy tale that only existed in legends, but when I first met Yang Le a few months ago, I fell for it in an instant.

And

I have good reason to believe that she should feel the same way about me.

Have you ever imagined what it would be like to meet someone of the opposite sex who looks 90% like you?

Suspect you're long-lost twins?

No kidding! I confirm that there is absolutely no blood relationship between me and her, I confirm that this is a wonderful marriage given to me by God! And I saw the same certainty as me in Yang Le's shy gaze that could not be concealed.

"Be my girlfriend!" I said abruptly, but I was sure she had already felt it before I said it.

Sure enough, there was no trace of surprise on Yang Le's face, and I even felt that if it wasn't for the reserve, she would probably say this sentence before me.

"I don't seem to have a reason to refuse. Yang Le replied calmly.

I laughed, "I think, neither of us had the courage to refuse each other. ”

Yang Le pursed his lips, "The marriage arranged by God is the biggest?"

I looked at her soft lips and said softly, "The same name, the same looks, the heart that resonates when you are close together, if we are not together, it will be damned." ”

"But...... But...... There's a question!" Yang Le's tone was a little urgent.

"You say. "I knew in my heart what she was going to say, and I was prepared for it.

"I don't like your job!" Yang Le said categorically.

Yes, Yang Le knew what I did, and I told her the first time I had a polite greeting with her. In front of her, I really couldn't say anything to hide.

"It's just a job. I replied lightly, "Pickers are no different from doctors, nurses, gardeners, cleaners, it's a profession to earn a living, that's all." ”

"But......" Yang Le lowered his voice, "that's illegal!"

I smiled, "But the income is very good, at least it should be more than what you would earn as a doctor, right?" ”

"I never accept red envelopes!" Yang Le's eyes widened.

"Well, Dr. Yang never accepts red envelopes. I shook my head, thinking her expression was amused.

"Did you know that theft is punishable by jail time?" Yang Le turned the subject back to my profession.

I could only continue to explain, "It's okay, if you get caught, you can go in and stay for a while, it won't be long, and the company will also pay subsidies on a monthly basis, in fact, going to jail is part of my job." ”

"You...... Theft is unearned and immoral!" Yang Le looked angry.

"No, no, no!" I shook my head vigorously, "It takes hard practice to be a good picker, and you have to take a lot of risks when you work. I can responsibly say that all my income is earned through sweat, and the process is definitely not easier than any other kind of work. ”

"But......" Yang Le was about to say something, but I directly interrupted him.

"As for morality?" I shook my head, "the morality of those who sell junk products on the street, the exaggerated advertisements on TV, the morality of doctors who receive red envelopes, and the morality of listening to pirated music?"

"You ......" Yang Le was completely stunned by me, and pointed his finger at me speechless.

I got up and patted her on the shoulder to relax her, still trying to convince her, "I never thought my profession was noble, but I also didn't think my job would be inferior to others." Everyone is making a living, I use my labor for income, and I use prison to bear the responsibility, and I have a clear conscience. ”

"Except for morality?" Yang Le was a little aggressive.

I don't like her like this, so I have to convince her!

"Different people have different means of making a living, and there is no high or low occupation, and existence is reasonable. The rules of the world are like this, each of us is working hard to make our lives better, and it depends on our own ability to do which step, and all this has nothing to do with your so-called morality!"

"You...... Where did you learn this crooked theory?" Yang Le was so angry that his cheeks were already bulging.

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