Love in a mental hospital

Chapter 117 Life Surfing
The princess girl looked at Gu Ran again. She had to admit that Gu Ran, who was dressed in a white coat and upright, looked very much like the male protagonist of the otome game she played, and he was also the male protagonist among the male protagonists.

There are several male protagonists in otome games, and the so-called male protagonist among the male protagonists is not only the officially recognized main palace, but also the favorite recognized by the players.

Gu Ran also looked over.

"I won't admit defeat." The girl clenched her fist at him.

"Only opponents like this are worth defeating," Gu Ran said.

Su Qing flipped through the ward records at noon and said without raising her head: "If you insist on treating patients as opponents, I can only deduct your salary."

"Deduct his salary!" Gege raised her clenched fists, turning from a display of violence into a legal protest.

"I want to overcome all shame and difficulties, complete daily ward rounds, and help patients get out of the {Sea of ​​Tranquility}—that's what I mean when I say defeat." Gu Ran said to Su Qing.

"Man." The girl's middle finger popped out of her fist.

"Doctor Gu is very responsible." Xie Xiya said softly, "Maybe Dr. Gu can help with my illness."

"Okay." Su Qing interrupted everyone's conversation, "Get ready for class."

He Qingyan said: "Sorry, I didn't pay much attention to what I said!"

A corner of the hall has been decorated like a classroom.

In terms of aggressiveness, He Qingyan was better. She was staring at the real estate aunt and asked her how many times she had read the "comic book" today and how many pages she could read at most at one time.

The hands pressed against his chest were placed on the desk and he played with his fingers.

"It's too formal," the princess girl stroked her chest. The hospital gown was pressed down, highlighting the curves of the girl's body. "I feel like I'm actually in class. My chest is so tight, I can't help it anymore!"

She raised her head very quickly, looked around, and then lowered her head.

Su Qing looked away and said: "Today is the official first class. Is there anyone who volunteers to come on stage?"

"Maybe," Ge Ge said after thinking carefully about the happiness of the patient, "he will indeed take off your clothes."

The electronic piano was charged to the clinic's account, so it had nothing to do with Su Qing's deposit.

The green radish on the window sill was full of vitality. It had been hanging to the ground before, but later it was chewed by Su Xiaoqing and Liu Xiaoting - Liu Xiaoting's dog - and a section was broken.

She was like the killer in "The Killer Isn't Too Cold" who gave an affirmative answer to the little girl's question.

The old tug-of-war man pointed at her and said, "It's happening."

"Yes." He Qingyan came over at some point.

"Qingyan," Chen Ke hesitated, but still said, "It's better not to say these words to the patients."

No one came on stage. Chen Ke hesitated to go up, but her "horticulture courseware" was not finished yet. She could only talk for fifty minutes from memory.

The patients have been seated in the designated seats under the guidance of the nurse in charge.

He Qingyan was calm and relaxed, just like a person sitting in the last row of a bus facing the problem of giving up her seat without any pressure. Her painting tools had not arrived.

"Gu Ran." Su Qing looked at Gu Ran.

What's more, most mentally ill people don't like unfamiliar environments. Instead of wasting time adapting to the "new classroom", it's better to just be in the hall.

Liu Xiaoting took the two female high school students away. She felt that He Qingyan was more suitable to stay in the ward than she was.

First row: Princess, Liu Xiaoting, Xie Xiya, Wu Guang;
Second row: old tug-of-war, real estate aunt, empty, window;
The third row: Discharge soon, phantom writer, space, window;
At this time, Liu Xiaoting and Xie Xiya looked worriedly at Princess in the first row, gasping for air.

"I can't take off my school uniform. Maybe what I need is Dr. Gu's aggressive treatment style." Xie Xiya said.

Su Qing put down the ward records and said to Xie Xiya: "As for your request, I will relay it to your family. Even if we are doctors, your guardian's consent is required for how to treat the disease."

"You might as well make up your mind." He Qingyan, who was leaning against the wall, said.

"No, I didn't mean to blame you." Chen Ke apologized instead.

Gu Ran generally didn't care about mental patients.

Wang Yi, the nurse in charge of 101, was a little worried, but Su Qing smiled. When she smiled, everyone knew that the class was her natural therapy for Princess.

Su Qing looked up.

"Xiya!" The princess girl seemed to hear someone planning to attend a summer cram school. "Gu Ran is a big pervert. He will ask you if your underwear is 75A, 75B, or 75c!"

"Are we going to be our parents' property all our lives and have to be at their mercy?" Ge Ge was unconvinced.

The "classroom corner" is close to the window, and there is a blackboard standing on the ground in front of it. Occasionally, I am in a trance. When I look out the window during class, I have the illusion of going back to school.

The old man scratched his head.

At first, the head nurse planned to use a room as a classroom, but Su Qing refused. She believed that the hall was a place for patients to entertain themselves, and having classes here would make the classroom atmosphere more relaxed.

Xie Xiya said quickly: "Of course I don't want to replace Dr. Su with Dr. Gu, but I hope Dr. Gu can also participate in my treatment."

"That's why people will have children and then control their children to balance the first half of their lives being controlled by their parents, so that they will not suffer from mental illness." She continued.

Three rows and three columns, divided according to the order of the wards.

"Everyone, remember your current seats," Su Qing said on the podium, "from now on, this will be your own seat."

"The electronic piano and violin will not arrive until tomorrow." Su Qing said.

Some mentally ill people like to express themselves, but none of them here are like normal people. They are nervous and shy when speaking publicly.

When she heard that the violin would arrive tomorrow, Xie Xiya blinked and looked at Su Qing with more focused eyes, as if school was about to end on Saturday and the teacher was starting to assign homework.

"Me again?" Gu Ran said.

The corner of Su Qing's mouth rose slightly. She knew that Gu Ran liked to be well prepared for everything. She had experience in this matter and was definitely not deliberately teasing or harassing her.

"Come on." Su Qing made room for him.

This time Su Qing thought wrong.

Last night, Gu Ran wrote a "reflection" and thought that he had just finished the demonstration, so he would not be on stage again the next day, so he was not fully prepared.

I just looked at it a few times out of curiosity.

Anyway, the main purpose is to cure diseases. It doesn't matter whether the teaching is correct or not. With this idea in mind, Gu Ran went on.

He walked up to the stage, picked up a brand new piece of chalk, and pretended to pinch off a section - he didn't know why, but there must be a reason why teachers did this.

"Hello everyone, I am Gu Ran. I have visited the thatched cottage three times. Of course, I am the one-day teacher today." He introduced himself and wrote his name on the blackboard.

"The content of my lecture today is -" He wrote the word "surfing" in big letters on the blackboard again.

Xie Xiya raised her hand.

The nurse stared at her and Gu Ran.

"Please tell me." Gu Ran made a gesture of invitation.

"Teacher Gu, how can we learn to surf in the classroom?" Xie Xiya asked.

"Life is the ocean, do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Huh?" Liu Xiaoting looked at Xie Xiya, she didn't understand at all.

"Surfing is a symbol?" the fantasy writer asked, "Are you planning to teach us how to ride the waves in life?"

"No." Gu Ran said, "Okay, everyone, now move the desks aside to free up the classroom."

Everyone was confused, but under his urging, they had no choice but to copy it.

The nurse helps the patient move the desk.

Nurse Feiyangyang quietly said to another older male nurse: "We just moved here this morning, and now we have to move out again."

"This is life. When the waves are high or there are no waves, you have to learn to accept it." said the older male nurse.

Feiyangyang always felt that the entire hospital staff, including the security guards at the door, were mentally ill.

"Is this going to be a party?" As soon as the desks were moved, Xu Butian took over the role of Princess.

Xie Xiya explained the situation to her in a low voice, although nothing happened yet.

"Okay, everyone, get down now." As he said that, Gu Ran simply lay down on the ground.

Everyone looked at each other.

"Quick, quick, quick!" Under his urging, they lay down in twos and threes.

More people looked at the head nurse and Su Qing, as if they were the head teacher and dean of students, while Gu Ran was just an top student who got good grades and was called to the stage to give a lecture.

"Doctors and nurses, you are also students now, get down!" Gu Ran said.

Su Qing pursed her lips, hesitated for a few seconds, and then lay down.

As soon as she lay down, everyone in the room fell to the ground.

The head nurse was no exception. She and Wang Yi looked at each other. The two of them had lived for more than forty and thirty years respectively, but they never expected that this day would still come.

Some female nurses don't care. First, they usually practice yoga on the ground; second, working in a mental hospital, they have a high tolerance for dirt. They are satisfied that there is no patient urine on the ground.

Everyone faced Gu Ran, and Gu Ran faced everyone.

“Now everyone starts imagining, imagining themselves lying on a surfboard, floating in the ocean, with waves crashing over them.

"Okay, now raise your upper body."

The hospital clothes at {Jinghai Psychological Clinic} were loose and comfortable. After Gege, Xie Xiya, and Liu Xiaoting raised their upper bodies, Gu Ran saw six layers of white waves rushing towards them.

Is there any surfer who is not excited about the waves?
Gu Ran became excited.

"Look ahead!" he continued. "Start paddling now!"

He slid his hands down his sides.

Everyone followed what he did, and as their arms swung, six waves rose and fell, looming.

"The waves are coming!" Gu Ran shouted, like a captain, "Paddle, paddle, paddle with the waves!"

"Lift your upper body higher!"

"Right now, hold the surfboard with both hands and tear your body off the ground."

"Get up! Get up right now!" Gu Ran stood up.

"Squat, squat!" He said again, "Close your left leg to your chest and press your center of gravity down!"

When I stood up, my legs were too far apart, definitely beyond the 'quick release' point of the surfboard. I quietly closed my legs and readjusted my posture.

When they stood up, many people who suddenly stood up too straight pressed their bodies down again.

"Okay, get up slowly!"

"Ahead! Look ahead! Keep your balance! Keep your balance! We are on the waves now!"

At Teachers' Corner, a group of people maintained their surfing postures silly, and some even spread their arms to maintain balance.

"Ah? Ah~ah!" The old tug-of-war fell down.

Maybe to see what happened, or more likely to relieve the embarrassment, everyone looked at the old man in tug-of-war.

The old tug-of-war man wiped his face, held the surfboard on the ground and said to Gu Ran: "Teacher Gu, I accidentally fell off, can you give me another chance?"

"Of course, okay, everyone, now lie down again and raise your upper body."

"Paddle, paddle, paddle, paddle."

"Su Qing, what are you doing? Use your hands hard!"

"Xu Butian, don't kick your legs. This is surfing, not swimming. Your toes will be bruised!"

"Aunt Wang, lift your chest!"

"The wave is coming, now is the time!"

In the dean's office, Zhuang Jing, who knew there was the first class this afternoon, looked at the surveillance screen on the monitor.

She held the mouse in her right hand, supported her left elbow on the table, put her flexed index finger against her lips, and fell into deep thought for a long time.

After twenty minutes, everyone was tired of 'get down on the ground, lift up, paddle, get up, balance'.

Except for the old man in the tug of war, he felt that he seemed to have no talent for surfing. He could not maintain his balance every time and fell off the surfboard.

"The surfing action training is here for now," Gu Ran stood up, "Then it's question and answer time. If you have anything you want to ask, you can ask me."

"Doctor Gu, are you mentally ill?" the girl raised her hand and asked.

"No. Next, Aunt Zhu, tell me." Gu Ran named the real estate aunt who wanted to ask but hesitated.

"Dr. Gu, I want to know what exactly is mental illness?"

Being able to ask this question, just like Zhao Wenjie at the beginning, already has a strong sense of reality, which is a symbol of improvement in his condition.

Gu Ran thought about this problem seriously.

He said slowly: "You should have read the definition of mental illness in the book."

"Yes, I want to know your own views on mental illness as a doctor." Zhu Hong said.

"As a novice doctor, what insights can I have," Gu Ran said with a smile, "But regarding mental illness, after all, I have been studying it since junior high school, so I still have some experience."

Everyone said nothing and looked at him, waiting to continue.

Outside the window, the sky is clear, flowers are in bloom, and palm trees cast a cool shade.

Haicheng is a tourist attraction, and the planes are like beads on an abacus, moving back and forth, never stopping. At this time, there are also two planes flying in different directions, one big and one small, and they seem to be at different heights.

The window frame seems to be a painting.

“The recognition that symptoms are for survival is the basis of psychoanalysis.

“In other words, the reason why people suffer from mental illness is actually to protect themselves, and these symptoms can help patients avoid being completely destroyed by stress.

"If life stress is divided into 'mild, moderate, severe, completely devastating,' then psychosis allows patients to change stress from moderate to mild, severe to moderate, and completely devastating to severe.

"It's like Guan Gong scraping the bones to cure the poison. Even though it hurts so much that he would rather die, he still wants to live and scrapes the bones. In order to survive, the brain would rather suffer from mental illness than save your heart.

“From this perspective, the so-called mental illness is that your heart still wants to move forward, but it has reached its limit, so your brain forces your heart to rest.

"As long as your heart is rested and truly rested, your brain will definitely let go of its restrictions and allow you to move forward."

Gu Ran turned around and wrote another line on the blackboard: I deal with me.

"This is what I understand as mental illness," Gu Ran said, "So, everyone, please relax and rest, don't worry about wasting your time, don't pay attention to external evaluations, relax completely in the {Sea of ​​Tranquility}, adjust your pace, and let Heart and brain realigned.”

"When the heart is tired, the brain lets the heart rest." Zhu Hong murmured to himself.

It seems that he is understanding this sentence based on his own actual experience.

Everyone was also thoughtful.

"Although what you said makes sense," Gege nodded, and then said with a solemn expression, "But I refuse!"

"Why refuse?" Su Qing asked curiously.

".I just wanted to say this line. If I say it outside, I will definitely be regarded as a fool."

"Why would you be considered a fool if you refuse others?" Su Qing was even more puzzled.

"That." Apart from that, Gege didn't know what to say.

Gu Ran smiled and said: "I have already seen that Su Qing's ripples are not very good."

"Hetui!" The princess girl said to Gu Ran.

This is a shy girl.

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"Private Diary": August 21, Wednesday, sunny, quiet sea.

Xie Xiya's breasts are the whitest and most shapely, and Liu Xiaoting's are the softest. I feel sorry for her.

Times, hetui - girls spitting at men has become a reward. No, ancient men seemed to have this virtue.

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"Doctor's Diary":
Zhu Hong's condition in Ward 202 is suspected to be improving.

(Zhuang Jing’s comment: Your surfing lessons are very good, and you are very involved in the class, but I am curious, is this the acting skills of drama therapy, or are you just being playful?)
(End of this chapter)