Ji Wanyun was sitting on a chair in the corridor, holding half a glass of warm water in her hands that were still trembling slightly. The nurse beside her gently comforted her.
She shrank her neck and took a sip of warm water. When she saw Zhang Chuan, the attending physician, walking out of the treatment room, she put down the water glass and chased after him, ignoring her trembling legs.
Although she could already guess the answer, she still asked with some anxiety: "Dr. Zhang, did this treatment... fail again?"
Zhang Chuan put the pen back into his breast pocket, pushed up his glasses, and sighed quietly.
"Let's talk in the office."
Ji Wanyun bowed, returned to her seat, threw the unfinished half glass of water into the trash can, and thanked the nurse who was comforting her.
Then he quickly followed Zhang Chuan's pace and entered the office together.
Zhang Chuan sat behind his desk, refilled his wolfberry tea with warm water, turned on the computer screen, confirmed that there were no follow-up consultation arrangements, and then slowly explained the situation.
"The patient's current condition is indeed clinically rare."
"After several hypnotic treatments, the patients did not have any violent reactions at the beginning and would even actively cooperate with the treatment. However, at the end of each treatment, the patients would suddenly develop aggressive behavior."
"And the patient is now so confused that she even feels that she killed her mother."
"The patient felt that it was because she was too focused on the book that night, did not pay attention to the time, and did not call her mother who had not returned home in time to confirm her safety, which indirectly caused her mother to miss the best rescue time."
"Subconsciously, the patient believed that he had killed his mother, and he confused his subconscious guilt with the reality, creating a fictitious scene."
"That's why during the last session, the patient felt like he had beaten his mother to death."
"The patient also feels very regretful. She knows that her mother's long-cherished wish is to see her enter a prestigious foreign university for graduate school, but now her mother will never be able to see it."
"In order to make up for this regret, she imagined that she would graduate from college and successfully apply to a prestigious school, so that she was completely unwilling to accept the fact that she was a sophomore."
"Previously, considering that the patient was relatively young and a little girl, we adopted a relatively conservative hypnotherapy treatment, but judging from the results of several treatments, the effect was very unsatisfactory."
"Considering that the patient is becoming more and more aggressive and spends less and less time awake, and that CT has revealed that the patient has serious organic lesions in the brain, we should give up hypnotherapy in the next step and switch to medical treatement."
“If the condition still does not provide effective relief, electrical stimulation therapy may also be used.”
When Ji Wanyun heard about drug treatment and electrical stimulation therapy, she immediately became nervous: "Will the side effects of drug treatment be greater..."
"This depends on the specific treatment plan at that time." Zhang Chuan did not answer the question directly and changed the topic.
"Oh, by the way, you said you are the patient's best friend. Didn't I always ask you to contact the patient's other relatives before? Have you contacted me?"
Ji Wanyun's eyes darkened, she pursed her lips and said, "Xiaoxue... her family situation is rather complicated. I have contacted her father before, but he said that Xiaoxue is over eighteen years old and he has no guardianship responsibility. I don’t want to care about it, so…”
"So now you are the person closest to the patient?" Zhang Chuan stared at Ji Wanyun, his ten fingers forming a tower shape, and the chair rotated back and forth.
"You can also say that..."
Zhang Chuan shook his head and laid out several documents.
"Two things."
"The first thing is that you may need to sign for follow-up related treatment."
Ji Wanyun read them one by one. Most of them contained risk warnings and risk information. There were no big problems, so she signed the contract readily.
"The second thing is..." Zhang Chuan unfolded the diagnosis and treatment record, took out a gel pen and marked a few strokes on the record, and then pushed the record in front of Ji Wanyun.
"Before the patient showed aggressive behavior these few times, he would always mention this existence called Tianzun. Do you have any clues?"
"Well..." Ji Wanyun frowned and tried to remember.
"Maybe it's a character in a novel, game, or TV series? Does the patient usually have similar interests and hobbies?" Zhang Chuan reminded.
"Yes, Xiaoxue doesn't go out much during her rest time. She basically just stays at home and reads novels, but I'm not sure whether this Tianzun is a character in any novel."
"Okay... I understand. Let's get here today and contact you if there is any further progress." Zhang Chuan unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of wolfberry tea.
"Dr. Zhang, is it possible for Xiaoxue to return to normal?" Ji Wanyun asked hesitantly about her worries.
"This also depends on the patient's subsequent cooperation." Zhang Chuan cleverly avoided this question.
She stood up and bowed deeply again, and said sincerely: "Xiaoxue, I'd like to trouble you."
Zhang Chuan nodded symbolically, then turned his chair to face the computer and started typing on the keyboard quickly.
Ji Wanyun left the office, clutching the strap of her bag tightly with both hands, feeling a little uneasy.
If we could know which novel Tianzun is a character in, would it help Xiaoxue's recovery? After knowing the relevant plot, you can at least understand why Xiaoxue goes crazy when she mentions this name.
Why don't you go to Xiaoxue's house and take a look at her bookshelf and tablet reading records?
She took out an old key from her bag and held it tightly in her hand. She felt unspeakably sad in her heart. This key was given by her aunt.
Now when she thought about the incident in the clinic where Xiaoxue snatched away the doctor's pen and stabbed her neck, she no longer felt any fear.
She just felt distressed.
Auntie was such a good person, but criminals beat her with an iron rod just for the thousands of dollars in property, causing her to leave and driving Xiaoxue crazy.
In this way, there are actually Madonnas on the Internet interceding for criminals, saying that he just lacks family education and should be given a chance to reform.
Give him a chance to change his ways, who will give Auntie a chance to start over, and who will make Xiaoxue return to normal.
Tears gradually blurred his vision, and the hand holding the key trembled slightly with anger.
But she quickly stabilized her mood and wiped away her tears. She understood that she had to be strong, because now Xiaoxue only had herself to rely on.
After leaving the hospital, I called an online taxi and went straight to Lin Xixue's community.
The sky was getting dark, and the white light from the central control screen of the online car-hailing service shone on the driver's face from bottom to top, making it look inexplicably scary.
But Ji Wanyun didn't take it seriously. Although her family conditions were good, she had been rough-tempered since she was a child. Besides, what could possibly happen if the entire online ride-hailing journey was recorded and videotaped?
She lowered her head and kept scrolling up the chat history between herself and Xiaoxue.
Suddenly, she felt an extremely strong pushing feeling on her back, and her whole body flew forward uncontrollably. The seat belt tied diagonally in front of her made her breathless...
