Chapter 93: He is the hidden person

Over the years, three cases of psychiatric Bola Ai disease have been identified in the country, of which case number 3 has been undergoing supervised treatment in a private hospital.

And it was in that burst that case #3 suddenly died.

Before he died, he lost all sense of self and even killed his father, who had been caring for him at his bedside.

Qingcheng Xie sat still for a long time after learning this news.

Case #3 is the one who has been fighting the disease the longest besides him. Qingcheng Xie was also in charge of his guided therapy for a period of time with the research team.

At that time #3 was still normal, even Qingcheng Xie thought he wouldn't be crushed.

But he still died.

There was blood everywhere in the ward, like a magnificent manzanita in full bloom.

From the security camera, No. 3 in the course of the attack on his own father to tear the bite type, crazy behavior, frenzy, if not said in advance that the tape is human, judging from the blurred images alone, even people will think that this is the head of the hair and blood beast.

"He didn't recognize his father at all."

"His dad kept calling his name, but it didn't do anything."

"It's just awful ......"

Qingcheng Xie kept recalling what he had seen on the tape, recalling the details of what others had described to him.

At the end of the day, he recalled that the third case was still awake, that half-refused to give in to suffering.

No. 3 is already advanced, and the kind of drug newly developed by the United States does not provide situational remission for it.

But Qingcheng Xie still has options ...... he still has a chance.

Finally, on the day of the 3rd and his father's funeral, Qingcheng Xie came to Ciyan Qin and said:

"Teacher, I am willing to accept the new medicine."

It's time to get everything back on track.

Everything can still be back on track, it is fate has treated him well.

Qingcheng Xie started to take special medication, and he could feel that his mind was indeed not as sharp as it used to be.

But his health, his strength, seems to be slowly returning to his body.

Finally, one day, when he finished the five kilometers of cross-country with a sandbag on his back, he knew that he was no longer the first patient.

He is Qingcheng Xie.

Many years ago, Qingcheng Xie, who had imagined that he would one day be given a police rank and put on a police uniform, was the one who had the dream of becoming a police officer.

But unfortunately, the physical strength back, the years can not return.

He had missed out forever on his initial dream. The reality is that he will graduate from school, become a psychiatry-related doctor, and then be able to live out this life in peace and tranquility.

He didn't want to get into too much trouble at that time, and he didn't have that much wisdom to support him to do too many things.

Qingcheng Xie only intends to devote the rest of his energy to the fight against mental illness.

He remembers what hell is like.

So he doesn't want to let more people fall deeper into it.

It was for this reason that when Jiwei He approached him and asked him to be Yu He's personal physician, he did not immediately agree. Because he didn't have that much energy left to spread around.

Saving a person is important, but he has more subjects waiting to be broken and explored, such as depression, bipolar disorder, autism that more people are still suffering from ......

And so on and so forth.

If he hadn't seen Zhishu Lv do that to his children, if he hadn't seen Yu He suffer more than he ever had.

He was not supposed to stay.

Yu He is more or less an accident in his life.

Qingcheng Xie cannot tell anyone that he is also a recipient of RN13, the legendary First Emperor.

But he finally chose to stay with number four.

Stay by the side of that lonely child.

When the young dragon huddled helplessly and cried out, hoping that someone alive would understand his suffering and receive his Hertz, Qingcheng Xie heard his lonely cry but could not respond, he could only look at him quietly and then extend his hand to the boy as Ciyan Qin had once extended it to him.

A question, don't you hurt?

Things were supposed to go on peacefully like that.

He would stay with Yu He for ten years, as Jiwei He had agreed to do with him. Yu He was indeed so uncared for that he lived a lonelier and more miserable life than any other mental Bola Ai patient.

He said you all don't understand me, and he doesn't know that there is another case in the world where he almost completely overcame the disease and became a normal person.

Although Qingcheng Xie encouraged him, he could not say much, so he was worried that Yu He would not listen to his encouragement.

Fortunately, Yu He is not that rebellious and is still a good boy.

He remembered what Qingcheng Xie had taught him, and followed in the same footsteps as Qingcheng Xie's calmness, walking the path that Qingcheng Xie had taken.

Qingcheng Xie could have taken him out of the depths of the disease in this way.

If Ciyan Qin hadn't had an accident later.

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" Qin Lao , you sometimes do things that are too presumptuous."

I don't know how many times Ciyan Qin, because of her kindness and consideration for her patients, has been subjected to medical troubles, reports and complaints.

Qingcheng Xie said this while standing by his office window sill and looking out the window at the heavy rain.

Ciyan Qin was already in her sixties when she retired from Yanzhou and was rehired by the Shanghai Medical University.

Qingcheng Xie has also graduated and has become a doctor at Shanghai Medical Hospital.

The two of them, as before, never showed any acquaintance in front of outsiders.

Therefore, all of Ciyan Qin's disciples do not know that Dr. Xie in the mental health department is actually their senior brother. Qingcheng Xie is the one who is hidden in the shadows, forever unknown.

"Look at you, no big and small, these things I used to do, but also often to do? Medical trouble, the patient is in a bad mood, do not understand, sometimes people are very helpless. But I'm not a doctor, doctors can't be led by the nose by the patients, they can't expect me to see the patient how I see the patient, right? If I know that a certain way is good for the patient, even if the other party has more do not understand, I must do so. This is my responsibility. I'm in my dotage, and I have to be right with my conscience."

Qingcheng Xie frowned and sighed: " Qin Lao , there are some things that have changed. Now society has become more and more complicated, not as simple as you think."

"Yes, you are an old doctor, a national scholar." Qingcheng Xie saw Ciyan Qin's expression and knew what he wanted to say, so he put it down first, "But it has nothing to do with how high your status is. They complain, report, to you is harmless, can not affect you anything. But now the medical trouble is not just limited to paper - that man last time - you almost got beaten up by him."

"Which male?"

"Just the one where his wife was hit in the head by a falling object and hasn't found out who the person who threw it is."

"Oh ......" Ciyan Qin remembered, "Hey, he ah."

"If it weren't for the security guards who happened to be passing by to stop it, I don't know how things would have turned out." Qingcheng Xie reminded him seriously, "That grandson was armed with a kitchen knife. Don't you forget it."

Ciyan Qin snapped and stopped talking.

When he was younger, he was often the one who educated Qingcheng Xie more, but now that he's older, his ears are smooth, his heart is softer, and his temper is gentler than before.

Most of the time, it became Qingcheng Xie who was lecturing him.

Ciyan Qin listened to Qingcheng Xie and told him a lot of things, in short, that he could no longer be unruly and risk his life to do something like before.

After listening to him, Ciyan Qin suddenly smiled. The old man didn't look good when he smiled, but Qingcheng Xie couldn't wait for such a smile, he could see the old man at the age of one hundred, still showing it on his face overflowingly and vividly.

The old man said, "Little Xie. Do you know what I've been thinking about?"

"......"

"I'm thinking that if Boat had survived, he would have taught me to adapt to your times by now, just as you have."

Qingcheng Xie stopped preaching.

Ciyan Qin in white smiles with her hands behind her back and looks at Qingcheng Xie in white.

"And do you know what I was thinking?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking that if my father were still alive, he would be about the same age as you. When I say these things to him, nine times out of ten, he also has the same love-to-listen attitude that you have."

Ciyan Qin laughed and went forward to pat Qingcheng Xie's shoulder.

"Listen in, listen in."

"Don't worry Xiao Xie, I believe the human heart will not be so sinister ...... you don't this look well, I will also pay attention in the future, so always good."

But Qingcheng Xie could hear that he wasn't listening.

Ciyan Qin is just not listening, Ciyan Qin is just being perfunctory.

After finishing this conversation, Ciyan Qin still time and again, even if he violates the rules of the hospital, he still wants to do his job from the perspective of being closest to the patients. Because he said, he is a doctor, for a doctor, dogma, rules, and even reputation, are not the most important, he became a doctor, is to save people. If even this matter, are to do because of complaints, reports, medical trouble and fear, then why he still want to be a doctor?

An ideal person can be maimed, tortured, or even killed, but the heart of an ideal person can never be defeated.

The old man wants to say so, Qingcheng Xie also can not help, the only thing that makes Qingcheng Xie feel relieved is that after Qin Lao's daughter married abroad, Qin Lao is probably finally want to go home to spend more time with his partner, the number of overtime work is much less.

But after a lifetime of work, he was no longer used to being free, and during his time off at home, Ciyan Qin began to organize his writings.

Ciyan Qin has accumulated a lot of experience in her life, and if all of them were transcribed and trimmed into a collection, it would be a huge masterpiece that could benefit many people who are stuck in the mire of illness.

But before Qin Lao's book was finished, the sky was cloudy in Huzhou.

Beihai Yi killed the doctor, taking the life of an elderly man who had spent most of his life running around for patients.

And that day, if there was no Beihai Yi, the old man was planning to go home to celebrate his birthday with his wife.

The old man even carried a gift in his coat pocket that Qingcheng Xie had left in his office in the morning - a mulberry handkerchief made by the best embroiderer in Suzhou. Many people of the older generation still have this habit of carrying a handkerchief or two around.

The handkerchief is custom-made with many tiny sea and moon jellyfish embroidered with light-colored silver threads, and the embroiderer's embroidery work is so good that when the sun shines, the jellyfish seem to float and sink on the handkerchief.

Qingcheng Xie later saw the handkerchief among the relics released by the police.

It was already covered with blood.

It's hard to see anything.

Six hundred and fifty million years of gentle kindness can wither away in the palm of a thirty-something murderer thug like this.

It was then that Qingcheng Xie became addicted to smoking.

Ciyan Qin's cigarette seems to be back in his hand.

Whenever he smokes up and smells that familiar scent, he feels that the old man never left either.

On the day of Ciyan Qin's memorial service, many people from the hospital were there.

Qingcheng Xie also submitted a request, but it was denied by the hospital.

The reason is that he is not a student of Ciyan Qin, nor is he a comrade in the same department as Professor Qin.

Their department has already sent representatives to attend the memorial service, although the loss of an academician is a great sadness, but the hospital still needs to operate normally, not everyone can take time off on that day to go to the last ride of the old man Qin.

It has to be the most important person around him.

Qingcheng Xie, on the other hand, is nothing.

No one in the world even knows who gave Ciyan Qin the handkerchief that was among her belongings.

Who made the embroiderer write on that handkerchief: To the teacher.

Qingcheng Xie died trying to find out the truth about his parents' murder, and it was Ciyan Qin who gave Qingcheng Xie a second life.

A man who lost his son forever and a teenager whose parents abandoned him met in Yanzhou in that snowy year.

Then there is up to twenty years of company that no one knows about. The years are long, the man became an old man, the teenager also ran not confused. They are like master and disciple, like father and son, like brothers, like comrades in arms, in the billions of years, personal friendship may be fleeting, but never insignificant.

Because all sincere emotions, all noble ideals, all pure goodness, have the heaviest, greatest power in the world.

This is the truth that Beihai Yi's walking dead people will not understand even after a lifetime of hard work.

Qingcheng Xie, who was nothing, stayed in the clinic on the day of his master's cremation, accepting patient after patient to bemoan his misfortune.

At 10:30, he pressed the button to pause the call.

He got up and went to the window, and the small window became the last bridge between him and his teacher.

There were countless times when Ciyan Qin came to their department for a walk on the pretext that he was laughing and having a cigarette with Qingcheng Xie by the window.

Qingcheng Xie was particularly annoyed with him at that time, saying that you can stop smoking, you are so old, or a doctor, always smoking like this what is the word.

Ciyan Qin then laughed up and said, the little brat is in charge of your teacher again.

It was raining heavily outside, exactly as it had been that year when Ciyan Qin offered his hand to the sleepy man sitting on the steps.

The siren sounded, the police car opened the road, even in the high building of the hospital, you can hear the mournful cries of the people below who spontaneously send off the academician Qin.

They watched as the funeral car moved solemnly and slowly down the avenue, holding white chrysanthemums in their hands and mouthing eulogies such as "Hanging pots to help the world" and "No one is better than a national warrior".

But Qingcheng Xie, who was standing by the small window, looked at the hearse through the rain, and all she could recall was Ciyan Qin saying with a smile on her face:

"Xiao Xie, you lectured me again."

"If Zhouzhou is still alive, then he is about the same age as you, and he can't guarantee that he will also be the same as you to his dad's ears."

The boat has been gone for more than twenty years.

So much so that a father with gray hair can finally mention it calmly and gently with Qingcheng Xie on those sunny afternoons.

And Qingcheng Xie watched him go away and lit a cigarette at this moment.

Then he put it by the window where Ciyan Qin had stood many times smoking and laughing with him.

Smoke and ash rustling.

In the pouring rain, the green mist transformed into Brooklyn's jellyfish, wandering from earlier years, from the years when Ciyan Qin studied in the United States and Academician Qin was still a young Qin student, to bid farewell to this white and immaculate elder.

"This is the last cigarette, Qin Lao."

Qingcheng Xie stood in the smoke, murmured softly, and closed his eyes.

In that moment, the smell of cigarettes made him serene.

It seems that Ciyan Qin is not gone yet and nothing horrible has happened yet.

The old man, still slightly hunched over, stood by his side, and in a few moments would return to the office next door, closing his door lightly before leaving.

Qingcheng Xie even thought he heard the faint "click".

But he knew it was just a hallucination of his own.

His teacher, his half-father, the best doctor he had ever met in his life, a good and loving teacher he would never meet again.

Never come back.

Outside the caravan faded away, firing cannons solemnly, and the smoke inside the house burned out.

Qingcheng Xie had a bunch of lilies in his office, and he gently tossed the white bouquet off the landing. He knew that chrysanthemums were not Ciyan Qin's favorite flower, and that the old man would prefer the fragrant send-off of lilies.

At that moment, Qingcheng Xie's tears finally fell like rain.

It's as if he's the same teenager he was more than a decade ago - and he can only go back to being a teenager, for the last time, today, as he bids farewell to his teacher.