Zhong Minghao stood at the window and saw from a distance many students on the road carrying schoolbags to go to school, his eyes filled with envy.

As he watched, his tears fell, he wiped them away and sat back on the bed.

At this time, Dr. Meng came in for rounds.

As soon as he entered the room, Dr. Meng saw Zhong Minghao throwing all the fruits on the bedside table to the floor, cursing.

So he frowned and told the little doctor behind him: "The patient is having a manic episode. Get it under control quickly."

The control of the mental hospital is very merciless. No matter whether you are an old man or a child, if you are sick, you will be tied to the hospital bed.

The patient is in the shape of a "big" character, and his hands and feet will be tied tightly with straps and fixed to the four corners of the hospital bed.

For some serious mental illnesses, the head will be fixed, and a rubber sleeve will be inserted into the mouth to prevent the patient from biting off his tongue.

It's hard to say how long it will be fixed for, but it won't be as short as a day or two.

As for feces and urine... usually there are nurses to help deal with it, but the nurses are not hard-working people, so it is good to come and change it for you once a day.

Therefore, in unsupervised mental hospitals, some patients' lives are worse than those in Zhazidong, which is very miserable.

Anyway, the patient's family cannot see or visit him, and the doctor is not afraid of being complained.

Of course, from a doctor's perspective, there is nothing we can do about it. If people cannot control it, the patient will smash and injure others, and the personal safety of doctors and nurses cannot be guaranteed.

The key is that if you are beaten by a mentally ill person, or if it's more serious, you die, your death will be in vain.

Mental patients are all "certified" and do not have to bear legal responsibility. There is nothing you can do against them, so the best way is to tie them up and immobilize them, so that everyone can worry less.

Zhong Minghao didn't know what was happening to him at first, but when his feet and hands were tied, he became scared.

After all, I am only 10 years old. I cry when I get scared: "I want my mother, I want my mother~~~"

The more excited the patient is, the more excited the doctor is. Dr. Meng taught the young doctor next to him:

"Look, the patient is in a typical attack period. It is very dangerous at this time. In addition to preventing the patient's dangerous behavior, we also need to quickly control the patient's agitation, so we need sedative drugs at this time."

The nurse immediately walked towards Zhong Minghao with a chlorpromazine injection and a diazepam injection.

"Don't come here, I don't want injections, I want mother, I want father~~~~"

This stimulation made Zhong Minghao even more excited. His eyes widened with anger and he struggled all over. He looked very scary.

Dr. Meng shouted: "Quick, you guys hold the child down, Xiao Li, get the injection right away."

Bang bang, two needles went in, and Zhong Minghao immediately calmed down and murmured: "I want mom, I want dad..."

Fell asleep.

Dr. Meng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said proudly to the young doctor: "See, the patient has stabilized now."

Several junior doctors nodded and recorded the patient's symptoms and medication in their notebooks.

Suddenly, the child Zhong Minghao, who had fallen into a comatose state, started twitching again on the hospital bed. He twitched a few times and then became quiet.

This made Dr. Meng a little bit murmuring, wondering what the cramp was about? There was an abnormal discharge in the brain, could there be brain damage?

Brain injury belongs to neurosurgery, while the Seventh Hospital treats mental illness. The two words are reversed, but the treatment methods are safe and different.

Dr. Meng didn't understand and didn't want to think too much. He just told his doctors:

"In this way, in addition to regular use of sulpiride and clozapine every day, and adding some anti-epileptic carbamazepine tablets to the patient, I don't believe it. It can't cure a little kid."

a week has passed.

Xiao Minghao has also been tied to the hospital bed with his hands and feet for a whole week. Unless he is sedated by drugs, he keeps shouting for his father and mother when he is awake.

Even at a young age, he began to become a little distorted, thinking that his parents brought him to this devil-like place and made him suffer.

Coupled with the side effects of psychiatric drugs on the human body, Zhong Minghao was not mentally ill at first, but now he is really suffering from some mental problems.

The turning point came during the administrative rounds on Monday.

Lin Zhenghong, the vice president and chief physician of the Seventh Hospital, came to the ward for rounds.

When Vice President Lin came to Zhong Minghao's ward, Dr. Meng, the attending doctor, was making a medical record report on Jiliguala.

Xiao Minghao, who was on the hospital bed, was actually in a comatose state due to the use of sedative drugs. All the doctors present knew this.

But at this moment, Xiao Minghao's body began to twitch again without any warning.

Ta-ta-ta~~~

The little patient had cramps, and even the hospital bed made continuous noises, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

This convulsion only lasted for 10 seconds and then stopped, and the little patient fell into sleep again, as if nothing had happened just now.

As a professional, Lin Zhenghong immediately realized that something was wrong. He opened the medical record himself, looked at the medication on it and said:

"Sulpiride, clozapine, and carbamazepine are all taken, and diazepam injections are given every day. The patient will also have convulsions. This obviously cannot be explained by mental illness, and it is the use of these drugs that may cause convulsions."

Aggravate the patient's convulsions.

Xiao Meng, I see that it is clearly written in the medical record that the patient had convulsions before admission. Now that you have been taking the medicine for a week, tell me, why have the convulsions not disappeared? Or have the frequency been reduced? "

Dr. Meng Khan also came down. In fact, after a week of treatment, he realized in his heart that he had overturned.

But he was not the kind of bad doctor who concealed his illness for the sake of his own face, so he said matter-of-factly:

"Director Lin, the patient's convulsive symptoms have indeed not diminished since he was admitted to the hospital, and when he is awake, he still curses, gets agitated and wants to get rid of his restraints. After a week of treatment, the effect is not obvious, so I am still thinking about it.

Change the dressing."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Dean Lin looked at this subordinate doctor angrily:

"Why should I change the medicine? The patient is not a mental patient, and any medicine you use will be ineffective. The patient's problem is in the brain. This is a disease caused by brain surgery or neurosurgery. Let him be discharged from the hospital and try another hospital."

Dr. Meng nodded quickly: "Okay, I will notify the parents right away."

Zhong Hengyuan and Du Wenjuan rushed to the hospital and were happy and worried when they learned from the doctor that their son was not suffering from mental illness.

Fortunately, if it's mental illness, it's not the worst case scenario.

The worry is that the diagnosis is still unclear and there is no way to treat it until the cause is found.

Dr. Meng said seriously:

"You'd better take the patient to the People's Hospital to have a look. Now that the People's Hospital is newly opened, all the examination equipment is imported and is the most advanced in the country. It may be possible to find out what kind of disease your son has."

Zhong Hengyuan nodded heavily: "Okay, I will take my son to the People's Hospital."

Du Wenjuan held her son in her arms and comforted her softly, but she found that her son seemed to have become more timid and introverted, and even had a faint feeling of conflict with her mother.

Instead, the condition got worse with treatment.

Zhong Hengyuan and Du Wenjuan, who were eager to treat their son, immediately took Xiao Minghao to the Yuezhong People's Hospital.

As soon as they entered the outpatient building of the hospital, the couple was shocked by the majestic hall inside. They behaved just like the uncles and aunties in the countryside next to them.

This feeling is the same as those huge high-speed rail station waiting halls in later generations.

Du Wenjuan came back to her senses and was a little worried: "Husband, which subject should we show Xiao Hao?"

Zhong Hengyuan thought for a moment and said:

"Dr. Meng suspects that it is a brain problem, so he should go to the neurology department (at this time, neurology and neurology are not yet separated, and neurology is not established by ordinary doctors because craniotomy is too much to do)."

"Neurology, which doctor is better?"

"Hey, there's a doctor's profile over there, let's go take a look."

In order to make it easier for doctors to seek treatment, and at the same time to promote the doctors themselves, Chen Qi took photos of each doctor.

This kind of photo is not a very vulgar ID photo. It is an artistic photo of the face wearing work clothes and a card, and then posing in various poses, just like the promotional photos of dental hospitals in later generations.

Below the doctor's photo, the doctor's professional title, graduate school, work experience and areas of expertise will be introduced in detail.

Chen Qi himself was in the first position at the top. He was a handsome young doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He looked back and looked very handsome and confident.

If these photos were just about doctors from Yue Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, they would definitely not have enough weight. After all, Yue Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital’s reputation is too poor.

So Chen Qi also posted photos of all the experts and professors who came to Haidong Medical University for consultation, including the only two members of the academic department in Haidong Province.

Good guy, that row of professors and associate professors can definitely intimidate most patients and make Yuezhong Hospital look more prestigious.

Zhong Hengyuan and Du Wenjuan searched for a long time in the photo, and finally found Dr. Xia Hua, director of the Department of Neurology, in the photo.

In the photo, the little old lady has her arms folded on her chest and is looking at the camera with a smile. She looks like a great professor, which makes the patient feel good about her.

Zhong Hengyuan looked back and saw that the registration window was on the other side of the hall, so he hurried over:

"Hello, comrade, is Dr. Xia Hua's number available today?"

"Hello, Dr. Xia has no appointments today." The registration staff had a very good attitude and was not as rude as before.

"What about tomorrow?"

"There's no tomorrow either."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"Not even the day after tomorrow. There will be a few numbers in a week at the earliest."

Zhong Hengyuan sighed softly and complained a little in his heart. Why is this Yue Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital so famous? There are too many patients from out of town, so locals like them can't get an appointment if they want to see a doctor.
To be continued...