After listening to what Dr. Zhao Mingrui said, Qiao Weidong felt that it made sense, so he communicated with him on the phone about Yingzi's treatment plan, and also consulted about the best hospital or nursing home for treating depression in the country.
Because Zhao Mingrui's psychological counseling center does not have the conditions for treatment.
At this time, in Yingzi's bedroom, Song Qian was helping her daughter pack her clothes with a complicated mood, and Tong Wenjie also helped pack them together.
Song Qian took out Yingzi's clothes and put them on the bed. While folding the clothes, she saw something under Yingzi's pillow. Song Qian turned the pillow over and saw that it was Yingzi's diary.
Song Qian did not open it but put it aside and continued folding clothes, but Tong Wenjie had some ideas after seeing the diary.
She patted Song Qian who was folding clothes:
"Do you think Yingzi will record her discomfort in her diary?"
Song Qian paused while folding clothes:
"Wenjie, what you said makes sense, let's take a look!"
Song Qian opened the first page of the diary and looked at the time. She started writing not long after school started. There was nothing unusual at first. She was complaining about the pain of going to school and also wrote about the nausea of eating sea cucumbers every day.
It wasn't until she turned to the diary of the last month that Song Qian discovered that something was wrong starting from November 10th:
"Today is November 10th. I don't know why I can't sleep. Maybe I'm too tired from studying recently."
Song Qian turned back again:
"Today is November 15th. I have been suffering from insomnia for 5 days. Today I checked the cause of insomnia online. Could it be depression?"
Song Qian cried while watching. She felt that she usually cared too little about Yingzi and 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 had a falling out. I'm really in pain. I don't know which side to take, but I think it's even harder for my mother. My father already has Aunt Xiaomeng. I Mom is just me, and although she often forces me to eat food I don’t like, I still love her!”
Song Qian hugged Tong Wenjie: "Wenjie, this child Yingzi is so sensible. I shouldn't force the child, it's all my fault!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Tong Wenjie patted Song Qian's hand to express her comfort, and then flipped through a few pages of Yingzi's diary, finally turning to what she wrote the day before yesterday:
"Today is December 20th. I have been suffering from insomnia for I don't know how long. I always feel that the night goes by so slowly. I could still fall asleep listening to music at the beginning. Recently, I can't fall asleep no matter what I do. I close my eyes and feel my heart... It’s so confusing. It’s like a sheep. I can’t even count numbers. I’m too tired.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I just feel different from before. I thought death was a very irresponsible thing before, but now I think it is also a kind of destination!
My dad said he would take me to see a psychiatrist in a few days, which gave me a feeling of relief! "
After reading Yingzi's diary, Song Qian realized the seriousness of the problem. If Qiao Weidong hadn't taken Yingzi to see a doctor, she didn't dare to think about what would happen next.
Song Qian felt that she had always put Yingzi's performance first, and now she felt like her faith had collapsed.
Now that she remembered what Qiao Weidong said just now, did she also need to see a psychiatrist?
After closing the diary, Song Qian wiped her tears and helped Yingzi continue to pack the change of clothes.
After packing, Song Qian handed the suitcase to Tong Wenjie:
"Wenjie, please go out and hand my luggage to Qiao Weidong, I'm too embarrassed to see him!"
After speaking, he picked up the diary next to him and handed it to Tong Wenjie:
"Give him the diary for me and ask him to give it to the doctor. I hope it will help Yingzi's recovery!"
Tong Wenjie looked at Song Qian without saying anything, just patted his hand and then walked out of Yingzi's room with her suitcase and diary.
After seeing Tong Wenjie leaving, Song Qian couldn't bear it anymore and cried loudly.
Qiao Weidong was a little confused. Why was he still crying after packing his things?
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 Song Qian had read Yingzi's diary. Yingzi should have written down the reasons for his insomnia in the diary.
But Qiao Weidong sneered. Now that he knew he had regretted it, why would he have gone there long ago:
"Then let's go!"
Tong Wenjie shook her head:
"You go first, Lao Qiao, I'll stay with Song Qian here for a while!"
"That's okay!" 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.
While driving, I also told Xiao Meng about Yingzi's situation and that he might go back later.
Xiaomeng also expressed her understanding. She also said that she had already finished her meal at noon. It was cooked by Chen Yan and it was also Northeastern cuisine.
Xiaomeng also said that she should go there and help comfort Yingzi.
Qiao Weidong refused. Xiaomeng's body was also very important now, so he chatted for a few words and hung up the phone.
Qiao Weidong hung up the phone and drove downstairs, parked the car and went upstairs with his diary.
When Yingzi saw her father when she entered the door, she immediately rushed over:
"Dad!"
"woo woo woo woo!"
Qiao Weidong hugged his daughter and described his depression as mild:
"It's okay, my daughter, your condition is mild. You will be fine soon by actively cooperating with the doctor's treatment."
Yingzi looked at her father with pitiful eyes:
"What should I do if I go to school?"
"It's okay. Dad has asked for a month's leave for you. I believe that my daughter can learn better than her classmates when she studies on her own. Dad has already brought all the books and papers from your home. You will be in the hospital while you are undergoing treatment. study!"
This was also the suggestion of Dr. Zhao Mingrui. He felt that Yingzi was already used to it, so it would be a little uncomfortable for her to not be exposed to books all of a sudden.
Qiao Yingzi was very happy at first when she heard that she could not go to school, but then she was a little scared:
"Dad, can my mother agree?"
Qiao Weidong touched his daughter's head:
"Don't worry, dad has discussed it with your mom, and your mom has agreed. Your mom will help pack the luggage!"
Qiao Weidong sat on the sofa with his daughter in his arms, touched her head and thanked Fangyuan beside him:
"Thank you Fangyuan!"
Fangyuan pretended to be unhappy:
"You have always helped me before, but this is the one time I can help you, and you are still so polite!"
"Okay, since you're here, I'm going home first!"
Qiao Weidong nodded:
"Okay, Fangyuan, I won't be polite to you anymore!"
After Fangyuan went out, Zhao Mingrui said to Qiao Weidong:
"Old Qiao, come out for a moment!"
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:
"Old Qiao, regarding Yingzi's situation, I contacted an old classmate of Beijing Anding Hospital Affiliated to Capital Medical University, which is ranked top in the treatment of depression in China. He is now the deputy chief physician there."
"He said 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!"
"Please ask him to help Yingzi find a single room. I'm not afraid of spending money. I also ask him to find the best medical team. I'm sorry to bother you Mingrui!"
Zhao Mingrui said no thanks, this is what he should do.
Qiao Weidong suddenly remembered his notebook, took it out of his pocket and handed it to Zhao Mingrui:
"Look, this is the diary written by Yingzi. I wonder if it can be helpful to Yingzi's recovery!"
Zhao Mingrui took the notebook and looked through it:
"It's very helpful. At least we can know the specific information about Yingzi's illness, and we can provide more targeted treatment!"
"When should we go to Anding Hospital?" Qiao Weidong asked.
Zhao Mingrui thought for a moment: "The sooner the better!"
PS: Brothers, I’m really not trying to clear Song Qian’s name. Qiao Weidong thinks she also has a mental illness. Normal people can’t be the same as mentally ill people!
(End of chapter)
