Early the next morning, Su Miao invited a psychiatrist to see Shen Zhichu. She went home last night and did not know that Shen Zhichu had auditory hallucinations.
It wasn't until the psychiatrist went in that the nurse who took care of Shen Zhichu told Su Miao what happened last night.
Su Miao's face was expressionless, but her two lips were tightly pressed at the moment.
At this moment, only the psychiatrist and Shen Zhichu were in the ward, and even Li Jingshen was invited out to wait quietly for the result.
Half an hour later, there was a hissing cry from inside.
Shen Zhichu's illness broke out again.
This time the psychiatrist did not inject her with a sedative, but tied her to the bed with a towel stuffed in her mouth to prevent her from biting herself and to protect her throat.
Li Jingshen's heart tightened for a moment, he opened the door and broke in without even thinking about it.
"What are you doing!" Seeing Shen Zhichu being tied up on the bed by Wuhuada, the veins on Li Jingshen's forehead twitched.
The psychiatrist explained: "Ms. Shen's condition has flared up. If she doesn't do this, she will hurt herself."
"Why don't you give her a sedative?"
The doctor was a little helpless, "Who have you seen who injects sedatives several times a day? Too many injections of that thing will damage the brain nerves. Her nerves are already very fragile. It's better to let her vent it out like this."
Li Jingshen was stunned, his red eyes stared at Shen Zhichu who was struggling on the bed, she was in so much pain but her eyes were so dull like a robot.
Li Jingshen wanted to walk over to touch her, but he raised his toes and then retracted them, trying to suppress his inner desire.
Su Miao stood at the door, looked at Shen Zhichu, and then at Li Jingshen who stood there silently. When Li Jingshen came out, she said, "Do you regret it?"
Regret what? Li Jingshen pursed his thin lips and did not answer.
Su Miao sneered, he knew it in his heart that he didn't regret it in the end, but what's the use of regretting? Guilt and self-blame are the most worthless things in the world.
? Shen Zhichu struggled for ten minutes, and finally collapsed on the bed exhausted, his chest heaving violently, panting heavily, and gradually calmed down.
The doctor opened the door, "The patient's family members come with me."
Li Jingshen hesitated for a moment, watched Su Miao enter the ward, and then followed the doctor to his office.
"Is the patient your wife?" The psychiatrist asked casually.
"Um."
"She is now suffering from moderate depression plus schizophrenia, and will experience hallucinations."
He probably knew the result last night, but when the psychiatrist personally told him the diagnosis, he still couldn't accept it, his head felt like a thunderbolt.
"I need you to tell me in detail what happened to her before the onset of the illness, such as what you did to her and what you said." Shen Zhichu's illness was serious, except for silence and screaming, completely losing his mind.
Li Jingshen had no choice but to tell the psychiatrist everything that happened before and after.
After the doctor finished listening, only two words "animal!" He wondered whether Shen Zhichu dug his ancestral grave in his previous life, so he was bullied like this in this life.
"After a miscarriage is a woman's most vulnerable time, you actually brought other women in front of her to force her to give birth to a child for others to raise?!" What exactly is this man thinking?
Li Jingshen said with a cold face: "I was so angry at the time, I didn't expect her to be so fragile."
The doctor was choked by his bad words, and he paused before saying: "Whether she is fragile or not is not the reason for you to bully her. To be honest, she is in a very bad situation now. The words you said to her are not good enough." She did a lot of damage."
Li Jingshen couldn't imagine what kind of pain Shen Zhichu was suffering at this moment. He was born to be superior to others, and he was used to going smoothly, so he couldn't have empathy for others.
He thought that Shen Zhichu's pain was just a puddle, but when he got closer and lay down, he realized that this puddle could drown a person alive.
"Now the patient has locked herself in a dark room. I can't communicate with her normally and can only try hypnosis. Do you agree?"
After hesitating for a while, Li Jingshen nodded.
The psychiatrist took a deep breath, and took out a form from the drawer for Li Jingshen to fill in.
When Li Jingshen was filling out the form, he entered the patient's information into the computer and prescribed medicines, mainly medicines for soothing nerves and reducing stress.
After Li Jingshen filled out the form, the psychiatrist stamped it after confirming that there was no problem, and tore off the next page and handed it to him.
"Go to the pharmacy to get the medicine, less sedative injections."
knowAfter knowing the current situation at Chuchu, the psychiatrist's words calmed down Li Jingshen a little bit.
Li Jingshen took the medicine list and went to the pharmacy to queue up to buy the medicine without any delay. The daily dosage was written on the medicine box.
After Li Jingshen went back, he found Su Miao standing in the corridor, surrounded by five or six people, including patients and family members, who seemed to be anxious to discuss something with Su Miao.
Su Miao's plain baby face was rarely cracked.
Li Jingshen didn't know what happened, and he couldn't hear the voice clearly from a distance. It wasn't until he got closer that he heard those people talking about Shen Zhichu.
Seeing Li Jingshen approaching, one of the middle-aged women walked up to him quickly and asked, "Are you the family member of the patient in this room?"
Li Jingshen's expression remained unchanged: "What's wrong."
"What's the matter." Unexpectedly, the man sneered: "She goes crazy at night and makes people quiet, and she doesn't know if the attack will hurt others. What kind of hospital should be hospitalized for any illness. The mental ward is in the building next door. .¡± (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com