someone under me

Chapter 180 Mental Hospital
The deceased old man was surnamed Liu, an old lady who exercised with everyone in the morning. After breakfast, she sat in the shade of a tree next to the flower bed in the front yard, chatting with other old men and women to pass the time.

Of course, old people chatting together is not as lively as young people. Often there are only a few people sitting and only one or two people talking. Everyone just listens to some old stories. After seeing a lot, there is nothing to comment on.

So Mrs. Liu sat for half the morning without saying a word, and even squinted her eyes and leaned against the back of the chair, and no one felt that there was anything wrong. After talking for a long time, the sun was poisonous, and the nurse called everyone to rest in the activity room. Only to find out she had died.

A group of old people sighed, lamenting that she had no serious physical problems except for the inconvenience in her legs and feet after the stroke.

Dean Lu sighed, because Mrs. Liu's son had passed away, her daughter-in-law had remarried, and only one grandson was still living in the mental hospital.

"She has been reimbursed part of her accommodation expenses in our place over the years, and she has a pension, but the rest here is used for her grandson's medical treatment, and there is no savings left. We have to help her find out." Dean Lu said.

Li Yi sighed, that's all he could do when encountering such a thing.

On the one hand, I contacted Mrs. Liu's original work unit, and then reported to the police station in her original jurisdiction, as well as the doctor at the mental hospital. After all, her grandson is a mental patient. Whether it is suitable for him to know the situation has to be let The doctor decided, and finally let the funeral home send a car to pull people.

Dean Lu followed her to the funeral parlor and didn't come back until after lunch. She had already made an agreement with her original unit that she would be cremated tomorrow. As for the memorial service, the old lady had lived here for several years. , basically no one came to visit, but she occasionally begged the nurse to take her to the mental hospital to see her grandson.

But no matter what, the relatives should be sent for the last ride, so the next day, Dean Lu went to the crematorium to make arrangements, and Li Yi went to the mental hospital to pick up Granny Liu's grandson.

I have already contacted the mental hospital, and they also sympathized with the situation of the grandparent and grandson, and promised to send a doctor to follow.

The actual name of the Dahe Mental Hospital is the Fifth People’s Hospital, referred to as the Fifth Hospital. On the surface, it looks like an ordinary hospital. There is also an outpatient clinic in front, which also treats fever and colds. Except for the outpatient building, the inside is heavily guarded. , family members have to make an appointment for visits, otherwise they will not be able to enter that door at all.

Song Yang stopped the car, and Li Yi talked to the guard. The guard saw that Li Yi's name was registered, and called inside again before letting him go.

"It's not the same as on TV. I don't see madmen running around." Song Yang muttered softly.

"Stop talking nonsense and pay attention to your words." Li Yi is quite cautious, because according to his analysis, a large number of patients in mental hospitals are caused by incomplete souls, and this kind of physique is most likely to be possessed by ghosts. Some fugitives from hell are hiding here.

Walking through the courtyard into the ward building, the hall on the first floor was very quiet, a young man in a white coat was standing at the door, when he saw Li Yi and Song Yang, he greeted Li Yi and Song Yang: "I am Chen Qiyu's doctor, my name is Tan rather."

"Doctor Tan, hello, I'm sorry." Li Yi went up to shake hands and said, "My name is Li Yi, and I'm Grandma Liu's nurse."

"No trouble, it should be." Tan Ning said, made a gesture of invitation, led the two of them towards the elevator, and introduced, "Tan Ning's condition has been relatively stable recently, we told him about his grandma's condition yesterday. As for the situation, he cried for a while, but he didn't get sick."

"Oh, I don't know what his symptoms are." Li Yi asked.

"His condition belongs to bipolar disorder, that is, he is easily agitated, violently angry, easily depressed, and world-weary." Tan Ning said.

"Oh, is that dangerous? I mean, he won't attack others, right?" Song Yang asked.

"It was like that when I first came here, but it's much better now, and I haven't had any illnesses for almost a month." Tan Ning said with a smile, "If you keep it for a while, you can actually be discharged from the hospital, otherwise we won't agree Let him go to Grandma Liu's funeral."

"That's good, that's good." Song Yang heaved a sigh of relief.

Tan Ning looked at him and said, "Actually, mental patients are nothing to be afraid of, they are just patients."

This is to point out Song Yang. In fact, it's not just Song Yang. Most people have a natural fear of mental patients, and this so-called fear is actually more of a discrimination.

Li Yi thought of those European and American movies and TV shows that they pay more attention to mental patients and even their personal mental health than those in China. Most of the time, mental patients can only live in mental hospitals that are almost like prisons. There are not many professional mental hospitals in China, and there is no such thing as compulsory treatment for violent mental patients. As a result, many mental patients live at home, and they don’t have to bear criminal responsibility if they cause trouble or even kill someone...

Of course, another reason is that people of yellow race are less likely to suffer from mental illness than people of white race, and the reason can even be related to the genetic problems of Neanderthals...

Li Yi's thoughts were flying, but was interrupted by the "ding" sound of the elevator. He took the elevator up to the third floor and went out to a hall, which should be an activity room or something. Many patients were in a daze, some were reading, playing Mobile phones and the like are not scary at all.

Dr. Tan led the two of them straight through the hall, walked to a room inside and stood still, knocked on the door, and said, "Chen Qiyu, are you ready?"

The door opened, and there was a young man in his 20s standing behind the door. His white and clean appearance was a little thinner. This posture is obviously a fresh meat. I don’t know how many girls will be fascinated by it when I go out!
Chen Qiyu supported the door, glanced at Dr. Tan, then turned his head to look at Li Yi and Song Yang, his eyes flickered, his body stiffened slightly, and then he closed the door again.

"Hey, what does he mean?" Song Yang asked, blinking.

Dr. Tan was a little embarrassed, and said, "Maybe it's a state of depression, and I'm not very talkative."

While talking, Dr. Tan knocked on the door again, but before he could speak, the door opened again. Chen Qiyu was still carrying a backpack in his hand, looking ready to go.

"Hehe, so I went to get my bag, so let's go." Dr. Tan said, and took the lead downstairs again, pressed the elevator and went down.

Sitting in the BMW, Li Yi was still the co-pilot, Dr. Tan and Chen Qiyu sat in the back, Song Yang chatted wildly while driving, this guy is a talker, you don’t need to interrupt when he talks, he is like a stand-up comic, As long as someone listens to him, he won't stop.

While Song Yang was talking, Li Yi and Dr. Tan echoed casually, only Chen Qiyu didn't say a word...

(End of this chapter)