Mu Chun, who couldn't find a "customer service" to answer his questions, had no other solution for the time being. He only felt that his head hurt after a few sips of coffee.
He tried to think about what happened around him recently. The most recent thing was Ding Jiajun's incident, but he should have obviously gotten better. Next, he just needed to find Lao Qian to help him attend more funerals and paint more portraits. Sad It will also slowly resolve.
Ding Jiajun does not belong entirely, there is a more professional name in Muchun's memory.
Muchun didn't know how Liu Dandan knew. Maybe he, like Zhang Wenwen, was one of them. If the equipment was all human, Muchun felt that the system should be changed to be better.
Ding Jiajun's symptoms look very similar to those of the patient. This is a rare form of mental delusion. Although the patient is conscious, he believes that he is dead and does not exist, and that only his spirit exists. In 1880, the French neurologist Cottard first proposed this disease and called it "negative delirium". Since then, people have named the disease after him.
Because cases are rare and the judgments and analyzes of different doctors are still controversial, people's understanding is still very limited.
Patients will be convinced that they are brain dead, and think that they have become a "living dead", "living corpse", etc., and have lost the ability to eat, drink and speak; patients often lose the intuitive sense of smell and taste, and their brain functioning is low, as if The state of becoming a vegetative state.
People with severe symptoms often think that they should belong to the "cemetery" or "cemetery" because that is where the dead should be.
Some patients suffer from self-destruction, self-mutilation, self-annihilation, and the frustration of ending their lives.
There are also some patients who are convinced that they are "immortal" and do not need to eat but only a small amount of drinking water.
As a result, the body suffers from long-term malnutrition and eventually starves to death.
As far as Muchun knows, observing the metabolic activity of the patient's brain through positron emission tomography can help in diagnosis. Due to brain endocrine disorders, the parietal lobe and prefrontal lobe in the patient's brain, which are responsible for cognition and judgment, cannot function normally.
It would have been nice to have opened an inspection order earlier and earned a little bonus.
However, the purpose of Ding Jiajun's two visits to the hospital was very clear. The first thing was to come to the hospital for a prescription, and the second thing was to collect it. At that time, Ding Jiajun's consciousness was not completely clear, and he was almost completely trapped in the "fact" that he was dead.
Unless Ding Jiajun is forcibly tied up, or Ding Jiajun is asked to undergo an examination on the grounds that "the hospital needs to check whether the patient's brain is dead." But the former cannot be done, and the latter is very logically unreasonable and is too easy to be questioned by patients.
In the early stage of treatment, the patient's doubts will not be of any benefit to the treatment. It is more likely that the patient will leave; the patient will go to other places for treatment; the patient will not be treated.
Encountering problems and figuring them out requires time and getting along with each other
Muchun shook his head, isn't it Ding Jiajun's problem?
But Muchun still had doubts about Ding Jiajun's diagnosis. The first and most obvious thing was that Ding Jiajun was too clean.
Too clean!
A patient is usually in a state of severe depression and has low mobility. A vivid and easy-to-understand word can be used to describe it as a vegetative state.
It is difficult for a person in such a low mobility state to maintain such cleanliness, and he even pays more attention to the cleanliness of his appearance than ordinary men.
Muchun cared about this very much from the beginning.
In addition, Ding Jiajun did not skip eating. During the two busy days with Lao Qian, Ding Jiajun also ate when Muchun was eating steamed buns, and he ate in a very polite manner. At first glance, he was a highly educated person.
The last point is Ding Jiajun's behavior in the funeral home. He helped the makeup artist paint and helped Zhang Mingyou write the memorial speech. He had clear thinking and strong action.
After the memorial service, when he walked out of the funeral home, it was obvious that he had regained a lot of vitality, and his self-awareness when speaking was also at a normal level.
Is there anything else that I haven't noticed?
Could it be?
Muchun suddenly realized that what it meant was that this crisis might be a very, very simple reference to suicide.
Regardless of whether Ding Jiajun was there before, whether he was or not, there is one thing that should not be ignored and must not be ignored.
There is a huge sadness buried in Ding Jiajun.
This is a person who is in great sadness. Whether it is or not, a person who is in great sadness may take actions to give up his life.
What's more, Ding Jiajun is not so depressed that he loses his mobility, or like a typical patient who feels that he should lie in a coffin and be buried in a cemetery.
Ding Jiajun has enough action to support suicide, and he has the strength to do it.
And he still had complete self-awareness to plan this matter.
Yes, this is what I want to remind him.
Muchun rushed downstairs and ran all the way to the second floor. Ignoring Qi Rong's look of contempt, he pulled Liu Dandan outside the internal medicine clinic.
Liu Dandan was a little lost, flattered and at a loss, "Hey, hey, Doctor Mu, Doctor Mu, what's wrong?"
"Do you know where Ding Jiajun usually goes? Is there anyone particularly important? Or does he have any particularly important works exhibited somewhere?"
Muchun spoke too quickly, and Liu Dandan didn't react for a while, but soon, he understood everything. "Did something happen to seven?" Liu Dandan asked.
"I'm not in a hurry to explain. Let's talk as we walk."
Muchun took Liu Dandan and walked outside the hospital. While walking, thinking about various possibilities, Liu Dandan held Mu Chun with one hand and quickly searched for any clues on his mobile phone that might lead to Ding Jiajun.
"Yes." Liu Dandan suddenly said, "Do you trust my intuition?"
"That depends on what my gut thinks."
Liu Dandan didn't have time to complain, so she put the phone into Muchun's hand, "It's too late to take a taxi. If there's a traffic jam on the road, I'm worried that I won't be able to catch up."
"What time?"
"What time did the car accident happen?"
Liu Dandan looked around to see where there were shared bicycles, while talking to Muchun about his intuition and reasoning.
"Liu Dandan, I'm sure your intuition is right." Muchun said seriously.
"Eh? I haven't finished speaking yet."
