The hospital is always busy during the day, and the people coming and going are unwilling to stop there for a second. Most of their brows are tightly knitted, and their faces are either calm, shocked, sluggish, fearful, or relieved.
In the small corridor, Chen An looked at the men, women and children passing by, and suddenly felt a little comfortable in his heart.
I've spent too much time in places like Laoshanlin where there are no normal people, so it's so pleasing to the eye.
"Sister nurse, what should I do now?"
Chen An lowered his waist slightly and asked the little female nurse sitting on a chair nearby, sorting out information.
The little female nurse glanced at Chen An and said, "I'm really confused. Go find Dr. Zhao. Aren't you under his care? If you ask me, I don't know."
"Oh." Chen An scratched his head: "Where is Dr. Zhao?"
"First floor, psychiatry department, consultation!"
The little female nurse's face turned a little dark. She really didn't know how the young man in front of her got into the hospital!
Should he look into his head?
"Okay, thank you." Chen An smiled shyly.
Just as he turned around, he suddenly turned back and said to the little female nurse: "By the way, sister nurse, your eyelashes today suit you very well."
The little female nurse was startled, blinked her eyes, and saw that Chen An's figure had disappeared into the flow of people coming and going.
...
"First floor... outpatient department. Speaking of psychiatry, is it internal medicine or surgery?"
Chen An touched his chin and looked at the blue sign posted on the wall.
To be honest, I don't like the atmosphere of the hospital. There are life and death here every day. It's serious, not only hurting the body, but also hard to let go.
He looked at it lightly, seemed callous, and seemed not to care about life.
It's like a scale that can never be weighed clearly.
Sighing, Chen An walked towards the psychiatric department.
After walking through the intricate corridors and passing through a small courtyard, he arrived at the psychiatric outpatient clinic.
Dr. Zhao is quite famous and has his own consulting room. Unlike other doctors who share a consultation room with each other, he has a room by himself.
I knocked on the door twice and waited for about two seconds before a clean male voice came from the door.
"Please come in."
Chen An pushed the door open and greeted Director Zhao with a smile.
"Director Zhao, let me come..."
Before he finished speaking, Dr. Zhao glared at him, put his right index finger in front of his lips, and made a "shh" gesture.
Chen An closed his mouth and realized that there was a patient here for consultation.
He looked at it subconsciously.
This consulting room is not big or small. There is a window against the wall. There are green plants in front of the window. It is surrounded by some filing cabinets, sofas, and coffee tables. On the other side is a large consultation table with some documents stacked on it. There are scattered small objects.
Dr. Zhao is a man in his early thirties, who looks like an uncle. He has a light stubble, sharp cheeks, and sharp eyebrows. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and his eyes are dark under the glasses. of profundity.
Wearing a white coat, he was leaning on the sofa chair very casually.
Opposite him was a short man who looked to be in his early twenties, a little younger than himself, with a short haircut, a round face, and a somewhat thin body.
The man's skin is darker, probably caused by being exposed to wind and sun while working frequently.
He was wearing simple casual clothes and was sitting on a chair timidly, his hands tightly holding the pants on his thighs.
Although his back was to Chen An, Chen An could feel the man's nervousness.
"Dr. Zhao..."
The man turned his head and glanced at Chen An with some fear.
Doctor Zhao waved his hand and said: "The intern I am leading, you don't have to worry about your condition."
The man lowered his head when he heard the words, as if hesitating and embarrassed.
Dr. Zhao didn't speak, he still looked at him calmly with a faint smile on his face.
Chen An was a little embarrassed instead.
"Dr. Zhao, it's like this... I know you may not believe what I say, but in fact... I have been to many psychological hospitals and psychological clinics, and those doctors don't believe what I say."
The man mustered up his courage. His voice was very low, but the sound insulation effect of this clinic was very good. In a quiet environment, he could still hear clearly.
"If you don't tell me, how do you know I don't believe it?"
Dr. Zhao looked at the man calmly, with encouragement in his eyes.
The man's body slowly calmed down, and he nervously placed his hand on his stomach, rubbing it constantly.
"Okay... then what I said... is... I think this world... no, I should say... I see this world, it is different from what other people see..."
"What's the difference?"
"It's...the world I see, you..."
The man pointed at Dr. Zhao, with a little fear in his eyes.
"You're a pig," he said.
Chen An: "..."
The corners of Dr. Zhao's mouth twitched obviously twice, but he quickly calmed down.
"What kind of pig is it? Does it have a pig's head?"
The man sniffed and was a little surprised to see that Dr. Zhao was not angry.
"It's...the kind with big ears, a round nose, and a lot of flesh on the face...not a complete pig, but very similar to...just...Zhu Bajie, you know?"
Dr. Zhao nodded.
"Your nose is smaller than Zhu Bajie."
the man said.
Although it was very unkind, Chen An really wanted to laugh.
Is this the world in the eyes of a mentally ill person?
Being a psychiatrist does require strong inner literacy.
But then, the man turned around and pointed at Chen An.
"I looked at him and saw that he was a rabbit, with ears on top of his head, red eyes, and white fur on his face."
the man said.
Hearing the man's words, Chen An's heart skipped a beat.
rabbit?
Are you a rabbit?
What kind of rabbit is that again?
It has to be said that the first story world left a deep psychological shadow on Chen An regarding creatures like "rabbits".
This man said he was a rabbit, was it a coincidence, or could he really see something?
Chen An's eyes slowly solidified.
At this moment, Dr. Zhao spoke.
"The patient Li Zimu is initially determined to have visual hallucination, a type of mental illness that can be effectively treated with medication. The cause is unknown."
When Li Zimu heard this, he shook his head.
"Other doctors said the same thing. I also tried medicines to treat visual hallucinations, but they didn't work."
Dr. Zhao was a little surprised.
"How long has the condition lasted?"
"At the beginning of three months, I just felt that the facial features of the people around me were abnormal, such as enlarged eyes, enlarged ears, or strange noses. But as time went by, the human faces in my eyes became more and more similar to animals. And some were animals I didn’t recognize.”
"I don't rule out external stimulation. Did anything happen to you before you got sick? Something that had a big impact on your heart?"
Li Zimu pondered for a moment and shook his head.
"Everything is normal...Yes, there is one more thing. This disease of mine will disappear under special circumstances."
Dr. Zhao originally frowned slightly. Li Zimu's condition was so rare that unless he ruled out that he was lying and looking for trouble, it could only be a mental illness such as visual hallucination or hallucination.
But the corresponding drug treatment is part of the visual center of the brain, and it has an inclusive effect on complications.
It is completely ineffective, which is unreasonable. It can only be because the cause of the disease is wrong.
But when Dr. Zhao heard Li Zimu say "special circumstances", his eyes lit up.
"What special circumstances?"
Li Zimu hesitated for a moment and didn't know what to say, so he said, "Doctor, let me show it to you."
After that, he walked to the sofa aside and sat down on the ground.
Then, he leaned his back against the sofa, leaned forward, and slowly, with both hands...
Support the ground.
Head against the ground...
Standing on his head.
During this process, his facial muscles may have spasmed. After completing the handstand, a strange and scary smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He grinned and said:
"Just like this, I think you are normal. You are not a pig, and he is not a rabbit."
