Case File Compendium

At this moment, something happened that had a great impact on Xie Qingcheng.

In the past few years, there have been three cases of mental Ebola disease discovered in China, of which case No. 3 has been monitored and treated in a private hospital.

It was during that time that Case No. 3 died suddenly.

Before dying, the medical case ran rampant, completely lost self-awareness, and even accidentally killed his father who had been taking care of him at the bedside.

Xie Qingcheng sat for a long time after hearing the news.

Case 3 is the one who has been fighting the disease for the longest time besides him. Xie Qingcheng also followed the research group in charge of his guided treatment for a period of time.

At that time, No. 3 was normal, and even Xie Qingcheng felt that he would not be defeated.

But he still died.

There is blood everywhere in the ward, like a blooming magnificent manjusha.

According to the surveillance camera, No. 3 attacked his biological father during the onset of the disease. He behaved insanely and became mad. , Judging from the blurry picture alone, it will even make people think that this is a beast that **** blood.

"He doesn't recognize his father at all."

"His dad kept calling his name, but to no avail."

"It's horrible..."

Xie Qingcheng constantly recalled what he saw in the videotape, and recalled the details described by others and him.

At the end, he recalled that when Case No. 3 was still awake, he was unwilling to give in to the suffering at all.

No. 3 is too late, and the new drug developed in the United States cannot relieve it.

But Xie Qingcheng still has a choice...he still has a chance.

Finally, at the end of the funeral of his father and his father on the 3rd, Xie Qingcheng came to Qin Ciyan and said:

"Teacher, I am willing to accept new drug treatment."

It's time to get back on track.

Everything can go back to the right track, it is fate that treats him well.

Xie Qingcheng began to take the special medicine, and he could feel that his mind was indeed no longer as alert as before.

But his health, his strength, seems to be slowly returning to his body.

Finally one day, when he completed a five-kilometer cross-country with a sandbag on his back, he knew that he was no longer the first patient.

He is Xie Qingcheng.

Many years ago, Xie Qingcheng, who had fantasized that one day he would be able to be equipped with a police rank and put on a police uniform.

But unfortunately, the physical strength has come back, but the years will not come back.

He has missed forever and the original dream. The reality is that he will graduate from school, become a psychiatrist, and then spend his life peacefully and peacefully.

At that time, he didn't want to cause too much trouble, and he no longer had enough wisdom to support him to do too many things.

Xie Qingcheng only intends to devote the rest of his efforts to the overcoming of mental illness.

He remembered what **** was like.

So he didn't want more people to fall into it.

It was for this reason that when He Jiwei approached him and asked him to make He Yu a personal doctor, he did not immediately agree. Because he doesn't have that much energy to disperse.

It is important to save a person, but he still has more topics waiting for breakthrough and exploration, such as depression, bipolar disorder, autism that more people are still suffering from...

And so on.

If he hadn't seen Lu Zhishu treat the child like that, if he hadn't seen with his own eyes that He Yu was suffering more than he ever had.

He shouldn't have stayed.

He Yu was an accident in his life.

Xie Qingcheng cannot tell anyone that he is also the recipient of RN13, the legendary first emperor.

But he chose to stay with No. 4 in the end.

Stay by the lonely child.

Hearing his solitary cry, but couldn't respond, he could only look at him quietly, and then stretched out his hand to the young man just like Qin Ciyan once stretched his hand to him.

Ask, don't you feel pain?

Things were supposed to go on like this.

He will stay with He Yu for ten years according to the agreement He Jiwei signed with him. He Yu really lacked love. He lived lonelier and more miserable than any other mental Ebola patient.

He said you don't understand me, he didn't know there was another case in the world that almost completely overcame the disease and became a normal person.

Although Xie Qingcheng encouraged him, he couldn't say much, so he used to worry about his encouragement, but He Yu couldn't fully listen.

Fortunately, He Yu is not so rebellious, and is still good.

He firmly remembered what Xie Qingcheng taught him, and he followed Xie Qingcheng's calmness step by step, walking the road Xie Qingcheng walked.

Xie Qingcheng could have taken him away from the deep swamp of disease in this way.

If it weren't for Qin Ciyan's accident.

"Old Qin, what you do sometimes is too rash."

I don't know how many times Qin Ciyan was harassed, reported and complained by the doctor because of his kindness and consideration for the patient.

Xie Qingcheng stood by the window sill of his office and said this while looking at the heavy rain outside the window.

At that time, Qin Ciyan was over sixty years old, retired from Yanzhou, and was rehired by Shanghai Medical Department.

Xie Qingcheng has also graduated and became a doctor at Shanghai Medical Hospital.

The two of them, as before, never showed any familiarity in front of outsiders.

So all the disciples of Qin Ciyan did not know that Dr. Xie from the mental health department was actually their senior brother. Xie Qingcheng is a person hidden in the dark, forever unknown.

"Look at you, no big or small, I don't often do these things before? The doctor makes trouble, the patient is in a bad mood and doesn't understand, sometimes it makes people very helpless. But am I not a doctor, a doctor can't be led by the patient's nose, and I can't see a doctor how they want me to see a doctor, right? If I know a certain way is good for the patient, no matter how much the other party has I don't understand, I have to do it too. It's my responsibility. I'm in my sixtieth year, and I have to be right with my conscience."

Xie Qingcheng frowned and sighed: "Old Qin, some things have changed. Now society is becoming more and more complicated, not as simple as you think."

"Yes, you are an old doctor and a national scholar." Xie Qingcheng saw Qin Ciyan's expression and knew what he wanted to say, so he went on, "But this has something to do with your status. It doesn't matter how high you are. They complain and report, it's harmless to you, and it doesn't affect you at all. But now the medical troubles are not limited to paper - the man last time - you almost got hit by him beated."

"Which man?"

"It's just that his wife was hit by a falling object on the head, and the person who has not yet found out who the thrown object is."

"Oh..." Qin Ciyan remembered, "Oh, he."

"If it wasn't for a security guard who happened to stop by, I don't know how things would develop." Xie Qingcheng reminded him seriously, "The grandson has a kitchen knife. Don't forget ."

Qin Ciyan was embarrassed and stopped talking.

When he was young, he often educated Xie Qingcheng more, but now he is old, his ears are smoother, his heart is softer, and his temper is more gentle than before.

Mostly Xie Qingcheng was training him.

Qin Ciyan listened to Xie Qingcheng and told him a lot of things, in a word, let him not be as unruly as before, risking his own life to do something.

After listening to him, Qin Ciyan suddenly laughed, the old man didn't look good, but Xie Qingcheng couldn't wait for such a smile, he could see the old man when he was a hundred years old, and still have it on his face Exuberant and alive.

The old man said: "Xie Xie. Do you know what I'm thinking?"

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"I'm thinking, if Zhouzhou can survive, I should now teach me to adapt to your times like you."

Xie Qingcheng stopped lecturing.

Qin Ciyan in white smiled and looked at Xie Qingcheng in white.

"Then you know what I'm thinking?"

"What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking that if my dad was still alive, he would be about the same age as you. Nine times out of ten, when I said these words to him, he also had the attitude you like to listen to or not. "

Qin Ciyan laughed and patted Xie Qingcheng on the shoulder.

"Listen, listen."

"Don't worry, Xiao Xie, I believe that people's hearts will not be so sinister ... Don't make this expression, I will pay attention to it in the future, it will be better."

But Xie Qingcheng heard that he didn't listen at all.

Qin Ciyan just didn't listen, Qin Ciyan was just perfunctory.

After finishing this conversation, Qin Ciyan continued to do his work from the angle closest to the patient, even if he violated hospital rules. Because he said that he is a doctor. For a doctor, dogma, rules, and even reputation are not the most important things. He is a doctor to save people. If even this matter, he has to be timid because of complaints, reports, and medical troubles, then why should he be a doctor?

A person with ideals can be murdered, tortured, and even killed, but the heart of a person with ideals will never be defeated.

If the old man wanted to say this, Xie Qingcheng had no choice. The only thing that made Xie Qingcheng happy was that after Mrs. Qin's daughter went abroad to get married, Mr. Qin probably finally wanted to go home and spend more time with her. Accompanying my wife, the number of overtime work is much less.

But he has been busy all his life and is no longer used to being free. During his time off at home, Qin Ciyan began to organize his writings.

Qin Ciyan has accumulated a lot of experience in his life. If he were to sort out and transcribe it and trim it into a set, it would be a huge masterpiece, which could benefit many people who were deeply mired in illness.

But before Lao Qin's book was finished, the sky in Huzhou was overcast.

Elbehai killed the doctor and took the life of this old man who spent most of his life running around for the sick.

And on that day, if there was no Elbe Sea, the old man planned to go home and celebrate his wife's birthday.

The old man even had a gift in his pocket, which Xie Qingcheng put in his office in the morning—a silkworm handkerchief pierced by the best embroidery girl in Suzhou. Many of the older generation still have the habit of carrying a handkerchief or two by their side.

Floating and floating.

Xie Qingcheng later saw the handkerchief in the belongings released by the police.

It was covered in blood.

I can't see anything.

650 million years of gentleness and kindness can wither in the palm of a murderer thug in his thirties.

Xie Qingcheng became addicted to smoking at that time.

Qin Ciyan's smoke seemed to be back in his hands.

Whenever he smokes, he smells the familiar breath, he will feel that the old man has never left.

On the day of Qin Ciyan's memorial service, many people in the hospital went to the scene.

Xie Qingcheng also submitted an application, but was rejected by the hospital.

The reason is that he is not a student of Qin Ciyan, nor is he a comrade-in-arms in the same department who fought side by side with Professor Qin.

Their department has sent representatives to attend the memorial service. Although the loss of the academician is a great tragedy, the hospital still needs to operate normally. .

Be the most important person around him.

And Xie Qingcheng is nothing.

No one in this world even knows who sent the handkerchief in Qin Ciyan's relic.

Who made the embroidered mother write on the handkerchief: To the teacher.

In the fact that Xie Qingcheng died in the investigation of the murder of his parents, it was Qin Ciyan who gave Xie Qingcheng a second life.

A man who lost his beloved son forever, and a teenager who was abandoned by his parents met in the snowy Yanzhou that year.

And then there are twenty years of company that no one knows about. As time goes by, men have become old men, and young men can run away. They are like masters and apprentices, like fathers and sons, like brothers, like comrades-in-arms. In billions of years, personal friendship may be fleeting, but it will never be trivial.

Because all sincere emotions, all lofty ideals, all pure kindness, have the heaviest and greatest power in this world.

This is the reason why those walking dead people in Elbehai have lived their whole lives and can't understand it.

Xie Qingcheng, who was nothing, stayed in the consultation room on the day his master was cremated, accepting one patient after another bemoaning his misfortune.

At half past ten, he pressed the button to pause the call.

He got up and went to the window. The small window on that side became the last bridge connecting him and the teacher.

Innumerable times, Qin Ciyan came to their department for a walk, just by the window and Xie Qingcheng smiled and said a few words and smoked a cigarette.

Xie Qingcheng was very annoying to him at that time, saying that you can stop smoking, you are so old, you are still a doctor, and you always smoke like this.

Qin Ciyan laughed and said, the little bunny is taking care of your teacher again.

It was raining heavily outside, exactly the same as when Qin Ciyan stretched out his hand to him, who was sitting on the steps, who was struggling.

The whistle sounded, and the police car cleared the way. Even in the high-rise building of the hospital, the cry of the people who sent farewell to Academician Qin could be heard below.

They watched the funeral trolley drive solemnly and slowly on the avenue, holding white chrysanthemums in their hands, and reciting eulogy such as "Hanging the pot to help the world", "The country is unique" and so on. .

But Xie Qingcheng, who was standing by the small window, looked at the hearse through the rain, but Qin Ciyan said with a smile:

"Xiao Xie, you trained me again."

"If Zhouzhou is still alive, then he is about the same age as you, and he is not sure that he will be like you to his father."

Zhouzhou has been going for more than 20 years.

So much so that a father with white hair and black hair could finally mention it to Xie Qingcheng so calmly and tenderly on those sunny afternoons.

And Xie Qingcheng watched him go away and lit a cigarette.

Then he placed it by the window where Qin Ciyan had stood smoking many times, and had joked with him.

Soot rustling.

The green mist turned into the jellyfish of Brooklyn in the pouring rain. From the earlier years, from Qin Ciyan to study in the United States, when Academician Qin was still a classmate of Xiao Qin, he came to the school. The white and innocent elder said goodbye.

"This is the last cigarette, old Qin."

Xie Qingcheng stood in the smoke, muttered softly, and closed his eyes.

At that moment, the smell of the cigarette made him very peaceful.

It seems that Qin Ciyan has not left yet, and nothing terrible has happened yet.

The old man was standing beside him with his back slightly stooped. He would go back to the office next door in a while, and he would gently close his door before leaving.

Xie Qingcheng even felt that he faintly heard the slight "click".

But he knew it was just his own hallucination.

His teacher, his half-father, the best doctor he has ever met in his life, a good teacher and a loving father he will never meet again.

Never come back.

Outside the convoy, the guns were fired solemnly, and the smoke inside the house was exhausted.

There was a bunch of lilies in Xie Qingcheng's office, and he gently threw the bunch of white flowers down the stairs. He knew that chrysanthemum was not Qin Ciyan's favorite flower, and the old man would prefer Lily Fangfei's farewell.

At that moment, Xie Qingcheng finally burst into tears.

He seems to have become the teenager from more than ten years ago - and only today, when saying goodbye to his teacher, can he return to the boyhood for the last time.