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Volume One: Happy Life in the Ivory Tower Chapter 76: A Sedan Singing Calls the Heart Home

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    October 7th, weather, eyes, hospital bed No. 15, f-yd biotechnology diagnosis and treatment effect is obvious, the patient is consciously reading the newspaper, asking about the condition, and can express clearly

    The attending physician Wang Houen is an old lady in her fifties. She asked carefully and signed her name. Behind her were two interns in white coats, one male and one female. Clinical observation is the first step towards practicing medicine, especially  For the treatment of this kind of mental illness, there was a high school student in bed 15 who was depressed and had committed suicide several times. The intern looked at him with pity and closed the door to the ward.  .

    "This child's suicidal tendencies stem from family misfortune. His parents are divorced. This only son has been following his grandmother. His subconscious believes that he is an abandoned useless person His thoughts are twisted together. Over time, excessive anxiety triggers depression, and the depression worsens.  It led to suicide, and this is the third time he has relapsed and been admitted." Dr. Wang said, his words were very regretful. He was not a useless person in the first place, but after going through so much trouble, he really became a useless person.

    "Director Wang, f-yd brain cell activation therapy is quite effective." the female intern asked.

    "Physical diseases are easy to treat, but mental diseases are difficult to treat. The human spirit is a more complex world than the human body, and we doctors are often unable to save the day." Dr. Wang said, his usual doctor-like calmness is almost indifferent.  .

    "Director, our diagnosis and treatment base cures more than 400 cases every year. This is why I came here to intern. Why do I feel that you have always been pessimistic about the prevention and control of mental illnesses?" said the male intern, who is a newborn.  , came from a clinical internship at a famous medical university.  Dr. Wang smiled and asked: "Young man, do you believe in miracles?"

    "I don't believe it. I believe in science." The male intern said, not knowing why the doctor asked this question.

    "The science is that the ratio of those who can be cured to the number of patients is one to ten, which is only 10%, and the number of people who are cured and will not relapse is less than 1%. Do you think this number is very optimistic? Medicine will make another hundred progress.  Years may not be able to fully explore all the mysteries of the human body. And I am about to retire, how can you make me optimistic." Dr. Wang said with an attitude.  Apparently very scientific.

    The chief physician calmly won the respect of the two interns. Although he always spoke with a comforting tone to patients and their families, you wanted to be optimistic.  I'm afraid it's impossible. A daily routine of clinical observation will ruin your good mood throughout the day. Psychotropic drugs are often dependent on people and cannot be used in large quantities, and some patients cannot control them without drugs.  This most suitable balance point is difficult to master during medication itself.

    ¡°Those whose conditions were basically under control, those whose condition recurred, or those who had other complications, walked through each room, and the interns recorded them step by step.  Arriving at Ward No. 38 on the third floor, this is a private room with a family member to accompany you. Most of the people who get this kind of hospitality here are from wealthy families. Those who can¡¯t afford the high daily medical treatment, hospitalization and other expenses on public medical care.  rise.  When I entered, the attendant was drawing the curtains.  He placed several pots of phoenix flowers in bloom outside the window and glanced at the doctor sadly.

    On the bed, there was a thin patient and a beautiful girl. No one had seen her say a word for three months after living here. Occasionally, she was only helped to walk around the yard twice to bask in the sun.  The two interns have met her more than once. Such a beautiful girl is said to be a master's student at Xiamen University. It's really arousing speculation about what stories in her experience led her to become like this.

    "Normal pulse, normal blood pressure, poor nutritional statusreactive depression, causing mild anemiaautism."

    Dr. Wang checked the patient's physical condition and mechanically said a few words about the clinical observation record. The intern took note of it, but another one saw Dr. Wang's frown, which was the expression he had when encountering difficult and complicated diseases.  , she asked softly: "Director Wang, this patient has no effect even with YFD biological therapy. Why?"

    "Reactive depression is mostly caused by a sense of helplessness or even despair caused by physical diseases, leading to other complications. This patient has a history of depression. I am not sure about the cause of this recurrence. It may not come from the body, but from the mind.  Mental shock is sometimes more fatal than physical damage." Dr. Wang glanced at the girl accompanying him and said nothing else. This is a patient assigned by the director to be under special care. He didn't even leave his name. He must be an important person.  , or the situation that the company is unwilling to disclose to the outside world.

    She was not interested in any situation. The doctor only saw patients, but she said strangely: "There are not many cases of autism caused by simple depression. You can study her laboratory reports and medical history. She was cured more than three years ago."  Relapsed.¡±

    The doctor performed a routine examination and consciously said a few words to the patient. However, the patient's glazed eyes did not look at her at all, as if no one was around. After the examination, the doctor sighed and asked the attendant  "When will the patient's family come?"

    ???????????????????????????????, I don¡¯t know.  The intern asked: "Then who are you? Why don't your family care about you?"

    The attendant didn't speak, sobbed, covering her face and started crying. The hidden secret was probably too big, so the intern didn't dare to ask. The doctor patted his shoulders to comfort him, looked sideways at the patient, and curled his lips pitifully.  The intern asked softly: "Director, she is so beautiful. How could she suffer from this disease?"

    When the director looked at it, the intern's eyes were full of pity. She smiled bitterly and said: "There is no causal relationship between beauty and disease. Doctors expect the medicine to cure the disease more than anyone else, but doctors are not saviors. The human spirit is a wonderful world. If despair dominates  Take the initiative, no medicine or stone can save her."

    ¡°Then her condition is still possible to be cured?¡± The male intern also looked at her with pity.

    "Yes." Dr. Wang gave an exciting answer, but when the intern looked at her, she was very pessimistic and said: "Unless a miracle happens that you don't believe in."

    Wow!  The miracle came. The patient suddenly sat up without any warning. The two interns were so frightened that they stepped back. The stagnant eyes seemed to have been injected with some kind of strong stimulating drug.  Staring, but the direction he was looking at was the snow-white wall. When Dr. Wang encountered something unexpected, he was surprised and asked the attendant. The escort wiped tears on his face, went to the patient's side and asked softly: "What? Xiying, do you want to go for a walk?"  .¡±

    She didn¡¯t speak. She was still sitting like that, her eyes moving smartly, and the female intern¡¯s mind was moving. That was not the look that a patient with depression should have. Something must have happened.  As soon as she heard it, she suddenly shouted: "Listen! That's the sound?"

    Sound, yes.  It was the sound that woke up the patient. Dr. Wang was surprised and listened attentively, and found a very faint sound.  The attendant simply stepped forward and opened the window. In an instant, the sound was like the sound of nature pouring into the ward. The patient's eyes were fluttering, and two lines of tears flowed down like water bursting from a dam. His lips were closed, like  To speak.  The panicked doctor didn't know what was going on, but Dr. Wang stopped the two of them and warned softly: "Don't move. Don't move. Let's see what she does If she can cry and talk, the disease will be half cured."

    Without saying anything, the patient suddenly got out of bed, barefoot.  He knocked the doctor aside, opened the door, and ran downstairs like crazy. The doctor and several people chased him from behind, but he didn't know what happened to cause the patient to have such a mental fluctuation.

    It¡¯s music.  When the patient stood in front of the flower garden not far from the hospital gate, she saw the source of the music. Outside the closed door, the familiar, haggard face was holding a long suona, puffing out its cheeks and blowing the sound.  Like a piece of silk, it was lifted up and up it reached the highest point and twisted around, continuing to rise until the suona made a broken sound.

    Like a cry of grief, the shouting Shan Yong saw it. He saw the senior sister coming towards the lock. Shan Yong cried with joy. He put down the suona and saw the skinny Zuo Xiying in the sun, wearing a  Wearing hospital clothes, I was wiping away my tears. It was in Yincheng Town that I heard hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix. The cheerful music was so high-spirited and so sad, just like the endless sigh after the iron flower bloomed.

    She understood.  She knew that only he could play this syllable.

    She understood, it was played just for her, and only she could understand the off-key high notes.

    After wiping away his tears, Shan Yong smiled. He saw his senior sister looking at him timidly, as if it was his first acquaintance, as if he were a stranger. This moment of meeting made him no longer sad or depressed, and the joy of that moment swept away the days.  Exhausted from searching, he looked at his senior sister, with a smile in his tearful eyes, and put the suona to his mouth.

    Then, a gentle, melodious, joking sound started blowing.

    The twists and turns of the bass and accented syllables are always playfully short and rapid, as if the sound is deliberately moved higher, lower, sharper, sharper, and blunter, shaking its head and waist in harmony with the suona player.  The movements attracted more and more patients in the compound, who laughed and watched with pleasure.  Some people applauded, some smiled with joy. There was a bit of smile in Zuo Xiying's tearful eyes, and she smiled while wiping her tears.

    The doctor also understood it at this time. It was a song "Carrying a Sedan". Looking back, the female intern was wiping tears from the corners of her eyes and murmuring: "Miracles, look, Director Wang, miracles always happen."  , you see her crying and laughing again. She is about to get on the sedan chair."

    "It's a miracle. I have always thought of the successful cases of music treating mental illnesses abroad as pseudoscience." The attending physician said in surprise and ecstasy, after seeing a living example.

    "Go quickly, Xiying." The nanny was accompanying her. She wiped away her tears and gently pulled Xiying. At this moment, she no longer needed any restraint. The barefooted Zuo Xiying ran quickly, crossing the distance.  Holding the locked iron gate, he stretched out his hand to pull Shan Yong's shirt, his lips moved, and he didn't speak, leaving only the tears streaming down his eyes.

      "Don't cry, senior sister, am I here?" Shan Yong accompanied the wrought iron gate and stroked the tears on senior sister's face. The tears didn't stop flowing, and there were no words. He just held the hand tightly on the Shan Yong.  Shan Yong, as if he was afraid that he would disappear again, wiped away his tears and said: "Sister, I won't leave, I will never leave you again. In fact, I can't let you go at all, I miss you very much."

    Zuo Xiying was sobbing. She couldn't keep crying like this. Shan Yong wiped her tears for her and asked in a low voice: "Do you miss me?"

    Zuo Xiying nodded solemnly, tears streaming down her face, biting her lip, thinking about it very much.  Shan Yong looked at the shape of her mouth and encouraged: "If you didn't hear it, say it, say think"

    Zuo Xiying's lips moved, but no sound seemed to come out, as if she was in a hurry to speak but her mouthpiece didn't obey. Shan Yong held her face, kissed her gently, and encouraged: "I heard  ¡­I still want to hear it, say it, say it again, think¡­think¡­think.¡±

    "I want to" The voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. The smiling Dan Yong had a sore nose and burst into tears. It was so difficult to think of a word, so he said with tears: "Louder. Let them all listen. I  I miss you and you miss me.¡±

    "think!"

    "A little bigger."

    "think!"

    "A little bigger."

    "think¡­¡­"

    With tears streaming down her face, Zuo Xiying finally shouted out. The two people who had met each other with difficulty, cried and stabbed each other, and everyone heard it.  The nanny wiped away her tears and shouted: "Doctor, she can speak, she can speakshe can really speak."

    A group of patients basking in the sun did not know who took the lead in applauding.  Then there was applause and laughter and shouts.

    "It seems that sometimes you have to believe in miracles. This case will heal on its own without treatment." Dr. Wang wiped his sore eyes and held an intern in one hand. The three people and a group of patients looked at the couple across the gate.  .  The joyful reunion made the viewers unable to hold back their tears.

    At the door, Zuo Xixin, whose face was held by Shan Yong through the gate, took a long time to realize that this was an embarrassing scene. Shan Yong was outside the door. There were a group of doctors and a group of patients inside, all looking at her. She didn't know what to do.  Shan Yong suddenly guessed what his senior sister was thinking. His eyes lit up and he instigated: "Climb up. Climb up"

    The signal was for the iron gate. Zuo Xiying made a decision in an instant and used her hands and feet to climb up to the top of the door. The security guard at the door became anxious.  The call stopped her, but she was pushed hard by the nanny and staggered. She was helping Zuo Xiying escape. At this time, Zuo Xiying had climbed to the top of the door. She was intimidated by the high height.  Shan Yong threw the suona and shouted, "Jump down, I'll catch you"

    Zuo Xiying didn't think much about it. She closed her eyes and left the door with a roar. Her fluttering clothes spread out in the wind, and her long hair was flying in the wind, like a fairy who had fallen into the dust. But she got her wish and fell into the world.  In her lover's arms, she held her tightly and buried her head on Shan Yong's shoulder. This ordinary man hugged her tightly and ran away without even paying attention to the babysitter.

    The crowd at the back became noisy, with some applauding vigorously, some jumping and cheering, and some heading towards the door ready to climb up and escape in the same way. The group of patients who had been lifeless up to now became noisy, causing a commotion in the hospital. Security guards and doctors were moved to the door.  Only then can the mentally out-of-control patient be controlled.

    The sign outside the door marked the name of the place that Shan Yong had been searching for for more than a month: **Provincial Mental Illness Diagnosis and Treatment Base.

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    A week later, the house rented by Shan Yong of Xiamen University.

    Zuo Xiying gently stretched out her stiff arms and moved her long legs. Her gaze was directed towards the sun rising from the sea level. Every serious illness was like a great tragedy or joy in life. This time it was especially great.  She didn't expect that she could survive it, let alone recover so quickly. It was like having a short dream, and when she woke up, she found that everything had become beautiful.

    Yes, it was very beautiful. He carried me into the car and came back as if he was running for his life. He took me to the hospital. He looked at me in confusion and made delicious food in different ways. The two of them kept talking when they were awake.  , talk, talk, as if she wants to say all the things she has been holding in her heart for several years. She now feels that she is not autistic, but a bit talkative.

    She didn't see Shan Yong for a quarter of an hour, and she was a little anxious. Just when she was about to go out to look, Shan Yong came in happily, shouting: "Come on, come on, have a taste." Zuo Xiying sat down and lifted the small  The lid of the lunch box was filled with a dense aroma. It was a tangy aroma that greatly increased people's appetite. Zuo Xiying sniffed it and couldn't help but feel her stomach growling, feeling hungry.

    "Purple ginseng and ground flower soup?" Zuo Xiying said strangely. This famous and well-known banquet was not expected to be seen in this humble room.

      "Hold on? Your dad said it's extinct. Haha, I have a lot of this stuff now." Shan Yong smiled and watched him taste it. This stuff is really tonic. After a few mouthfuls, it made his forehead look thin.  Khan, Zuo Xiying praised: "It tastes really good."

    "I can drink as much as I want in the future. I found purple ginseng in Luzhou and successfully cultivated it artificially." Shan Yong said happily. At this time, Ansheng was alive. Zuo Xiying discovered that Shan Yong had nondescript hair and a beard.  Unfortunately, he only accompanied her to the hospital these days. She laughed, pointed at him and said, "Youwhy are you here like this?"

    "Hehe, you were quite handsome when I came here. I've been looking for you for a month, and now you've become like this." Shan Yong said, holding a small bowl and filling it with another bowl. When Zuo Xiying caught it, she stretched out her hand to caress Shan Yong in a strange way.  Yong asked with pity on his face: "I haven't asked yet, how do you know I'm at the medical base? Only my dad knows, and he won't tell anyone. He doesn't want others to see me like this."

    "Is there nothing I can do if I don't tell? I ran around Xiamen, Fuqing, Fuzhou, and Chaozhou, one after another, and I thought. When I hear the suona sound, as long as you are there, it will definitely appear Then, you appeared.  I blew several whistles." Shan Yong said with a smile, but unexpectedly this sentence made Zuo Xiying's eyelashes flutter and she was about to cry again. Shan Yong quickly changed his words and said: "No, no. I  I haven¡¯t been to a few places and now I¡¯m here all of a sudden. It¡¯s a coincidence, right? Isn¡¯t this a connection between two minds?¡±

    Zuo Xiying looked like she was smiling through tears again.  Not knowing whether he was angry or resentful, he punched Shan Yong gently twice and had a taste.  After breakfast, looking at Shan Yong busy clearing away the dishes, she said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I don't know anything."

    "Then, bring the bowl and I'll teach you how to wash it It's not your dad's problem. If he doesn't know how to learn, it's your problem. Don't expect me to accommodate you. I'm going to train you to a standard.  Housewife." Shan Yong joked, and Zuo Xiying understood the meaning of this joke.  She didn't mind, and she didn't agree verbally, but she was a little embarrassed, followed Shan Yong with the bowl, and began to wash the dishes slowly.

    yes.  Who made her like an ordinary person?

    After breakfast and everything was tidied up, when Zuo Xiying wiped her hands, she saw Shan Yong rummaging through the luggage for something and asked, but Shan Yong found something and said, "I'll accept your letter."  Here it is. Where¡¯s my letter?¡±

    Zuo Xiying smiled.  As if he were looking for a caring treasure, he unfolded the letter in his pocket. Two pairs were unfolded, with exactly the same artistic conception. However, Shan Yong's drawing looked like a cartoon, and it was difficult to distinguish the gender. When I read it again, my feelings changed.  Shan Yong smiled and asked: "Hey, you didn't copy me, did you? How did you know I drew this?"

    "Your painting is really ugly, it doesn't look like me at all." Zuo Xiying said softly.

    "Haha, you drew the two of us in ideal, one is beautiful and the other is handsome; and I drew the two of us in reality. Look now, you are not beautiful and I am not handsome, haha." Shan Yong smiled and wanted to accept it.  When she started painting, Zuo Xiying snatched it away. She carefully folded it, put it away, and placed it close to her body.

    The two of them sat at the small table by the window and looked at each other. The knot in their hearts was relieved, but there was an unbreakable passion in their eyes. Shan Yong came over, kissed her gently and lovingly, and whispered  He said: "I won't go to the hospital today. The doctor said you are in good health. The main thing is to keep your mind happy I want to go somewhere."

    Zuo Xiying¡¯s eyebrows twitched and she asked curiously: ¡°Where are you going?¡±

    "Guess." Shan Yong did not answer, but his expression was cheerful.

    "No need to guess, I know it. Paint it." Zuo Xiying said, smiling sweetly, as if she could see into Shan Yong's heart.

    It is not difficult to guess that there is only one place in their hearts.  On this day, Shan Yong took Zuo Xiying back to Gulangyu Island, and posted a photo of the two of them in the small shop that mailed happiness.  The two of them were nostalgic for Tianfeng Island and couldn't bear to leave for a long time.

    Three months later, there was a unique wedding here. Hundreds of pianos played the wedding march in unison. The wedding scene was set on a white yacht. The phoenix flowers cultivated out of season sprinkled the ground red, and half of the island was dyed with joy.  The constant stream of tourists seemed to be congratulating each other from all over the country.  The host of the wedding was none other than the little boss who mailed happiness. There were many guests from Luzhou who attended Shan Yong's wedding banquet. The female guests were envious of this romantic wedding, while the male guests, led by Lei Dapeng, had a stomach full of seafood and were not accustomed to the local environment.  They were all knocked down again and became the laughing stock after the wedding banquet.

    The large wedding photos of the two were hung in the happy mail shop, and the happy smiles on their faces added a lot of luster to the store. The young boss told everyone he met that the song "Carrying the Sedan Chair" brought back the sick bride, and he was envious of it.  I don¡¯t know how many ignorant boys and girls have been killed.

    Soon after the wedding, there was another local auction, and it was said that it was a local cultural celebrity Zuo.He made a high-profile appearance and sold all his life's collection for charity. Many of these collections were stolen by relatives and grandchildren, but there was still plenty left. They were sold for more than 50 million, half of which was donated by Mr. Zuo to his old friend Song  He donated the other half of the professor's poverty alleviation scholarship fund to set up a fund dedicated to helping patients suffering from depression. The new son-in-law commented on his father-in-law, saying that the old man was really cruel this time and turned himself into a  I am so pauper, so poor that ghosts don¡¯t even come to my door

    ¡¾There is only one last chapter left for the finale, I am thinking about it before I start writing, but I can¡¯t write several chapters in a row, my brain feels like water.  ¡¿

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