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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter 2
01.
The dean explained that this patient surnamed Qin is a combined case of mania and schizophrenia, with a serious tendency towards violence. The reason for coming here is that he has been injuring people for no apparent reason, and the victim happens to be the renowned chairman of the Jin Xin Group from our province, Jia Chengyu.
Fortunately, Mr. Jia didn't want to argue with a mentally ill person. Not only did he not ask for compensation, but he also paid to have him sent to us. For patients like him, the most common treatment method we use is electric shock. The effect is very obvious, the patient quickly becomes no longer manic, and even has a kind of "thinker's" melancholy. He obediently takes medicine, drinks water, and eats every day, and even if we release his restraints, he behaves like a child.
No, his IQ is that of a child now.
Nurse: "Take your medicine!"
He foolishly asked the little girl who was several years younger than him, "Sister, where is this?"
I looked under his eyelids and saw that his eyes were dull and lifeless. I asked him, "How old are you? Where do you live?" He obediently replied like a little lamb, "Auntie, I am four and a half years old and I go to middle class! My home is at Tiananmen Square!"
Everyone is laughing, only he and I are not laughing. I don't know if the dean's treatment plan is appropriate. Are we treating a mental patient as a mentally disabled person? Are we saving people or harming them?
I reported the patient's condition to the dean, and he looked through the medical record for a while before finally saying, "Well, let him be discharged." I issued a diagnostic certificate, a discharge certificate, and the medical record documenting the treatment process, and returned his personal belongings: phone, wallet, ID, etc. The dean sent four strong male nursing assistants to "escort" him out.
Okay, leaving here might be more beneficial for his recovery.
After work, I changed clothes and walked out of the hospital gate, only to see a familiar figure in the corner.
It was him, huddled there looking around anxiously, like a child waiting for his parents to pick him up.
I hesitated for a moment, then walked over and asked, "Why aren't you going home?" Usually, he's covered up tightly with a hat, mask, and white coat, but he could definitely tell who I was from my voice. "Auntie, my dad and mom haven't come to pick me up yet," he said timidly.
She sighed inexplicably, "Based on the information I have, besides his wife, he has no other relatives at all."
I pondered for a moment and asked softly, "Are you usually well-behaved at home?"
He said, "I used to be naughty, and my mom and dad didn't want me anymore! Now I'm very well-behaved, I don't know when they will come to pick me up!"
"Let's go, come back to my place first, I'll call your family to come pick you up!" I said softly, looking at the darkening sky and the growing thunder.
"Thank you, Auntie!" He followed behind me like a child.
I opened the door, changed my shoes, but found him standing there timidly, not knowing what to do.
"Why aren't you sitting?" I asked him.
"Auntie hasn't invited me to sit yet!" he said. "Good kids shouldn't act recklessly when they visit someone else's home."
"You can sit down, Auntie doesn't have slippers for you to wear, and there's no need to change," I said, seeing him eyeing a teddy bear on the shelf. I handed it to him and asked, "Do you want to play with this?" He happily took it and hugged it, saying, "Thank you, Auntie!"
I called his wife: "Ms. Gong, your husband is being discharged from the hospital. Could you please come and pick him up?"
"Who cares, I've already filed for divorce from him!" She said one sentence and then hung up.
I was dumbfounded. I didn't expect him to become a hot potato in my hands!
Chase him away? It's already dark outside, and the rain is pouring down. With his intelligence, if he leaves my house, he will definitely end up sleeping on the streets! But if I don't let him go, as a single woman, it's not only inconvenient but also unsafe. Although he may have the intelligence of a child, in reality, he is a physically grown man. I made a simple meal, and he devoured it hungrily, then looked up at me and said, "Auntie, the food you made is really delicious!"
03.
I couldn't bring myself to kick him out.
I tidied up the secondary bedroom for him: "Have a good night's sleep."
He obediently agreed, "Okay, auntie. But when will my mom and dad come to pick me up?"
I couldn't answer.
Just as I settled the patient I had picked up, there was a knock on the door, and the person in the peephole made me tremble with fear.
I'm hiding in the bedroom, too scared to make a sound.
My phone rings, it's a message from him: "I know you're at home, open the door and let me in!"
I dare not reply.
The phone rang, it was him calling. I pretended to answer sleepily, "Hello?"
His voice was eerie, "Open the door, it's me!"
I said, "Dean? Let's talk about it tomorrow, I'm already resting."
He sneered, "What are you pretending for? You've been at our hospital for almost half a year, are you not planning to become a regular employee?" Whether I can become a regular employee is my weak spot! But not only is he a middle-aged man, he also has a family, and his children are almost the same age as me. There are many people and eyes in the hospital, he doesn't dare to openly do anything to me, but I didn't expect him to dare to come to my house.
When I didn't say anything, he kept knocking on the door. I really don't know what to do. Suddenly, I heard a noise from the secondary bedroom door. It should be that "mentally disabled" sand sculpture that I woke up. Oh my god, he actually went to open the door.
"Why are you here?" came the old lecher's exclamation. "Ah, you dare to hit me!"
"Auntie is already sleeping, why are you still bothering him? If you come again, I will hit you!" came his voice.
I opened the door and rushed out, seeing the director's fat body being pressed down by the "mentally disabled," holding a slipper in his hand, mindlessly swinging it towards the director's head.
"Let go of me, you idiot!" the dean yelled at me, "Why did you bring a fool to your house? If you want a man, it should be me, right?"
I was about to tell "mentally disabled" to stop, but I pretended to be scared and stood still.
"mentally disabled" was very rough, and in a few moments, he almost disabled this pervert.
I'm called "mentally disabled" and I said, "Don't fight. If you keep fighting, your parents will like you even less!" "mentally disabled" obediently stood up and timidly said to me, "Auntie, please don't tell my parents. I won't fight anymore in the future!" The director's face was swollen, his eyes almost couldn't open, and he didn't dare say anything more when he looked at "mentally disabled" standing next to me. He just held his head and left.
How can I go about getting a full-time position?
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