I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

Jiangcheng City Mental Hospital.

The official name is Jiangcheng City Mental Health Center. It was established in the 1930s and has a history of 90 years. The hospital was last renovated 20 years ago. After that, only the equipment was updated, and no changes were made to the building. Start construction.

In the perception of many children born in Jiangcheng, this hospital is a symbol of terror and horror. As the best story to threaten children's sleep, "If you don't sleep, I will send you to No. 900, Xicheng North Road". If you say it, many children will be frightened and unable to sleep even more.

Of course, with the promotion of hospital construction in recent years and the popularization of the Internet, mental hospitals are no longer so scary.

Which of these modern Internet users doesn’t have depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and persecutory delusions?

Nowadays, No. 900, Xicheng North Road is generally used for swearing.

Use methods such as "Go back to No. 900, Xicheng North Road", "Do you live at No. 900, Xicheng North Road?", etc. These are jokes that locals can understand. Even if outsiders hear it, they will just look confused. , at a loss.

Critical care area of ​​the hospital.

During this time, more and more people came to the critical area.

Dr. Hao was also a little at a loss.

Some of these people thought they saw colorful pork flying in the sky, some inexplicably wore VR glasses to show themselves in the toilet, and some even claimed to have seen their own teddy bears walking on the street, a dazzling array of things to name a few. .

Lu Kan's arrival made the already bustling critical illness area even worse.

Fortunately, these are already seriously ill patients, and most of them cannot stop taking medication and need to rely on pharmacological means to suppress their mental illness. Therefore, even if Lu Tan talks nonsense, it will not affect these people.

In the early morning, the sun shone on the bedside, and Lu Tan woke up to the sound of the radio.

The critical care area was all independent wards. Lu Tian washed up, changed into his hospital gown, and went to the cafeteria with the other patients.

Breakfast in the canteen is traditional breakfast such as steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, etc., which is a bit bland for ordinary people. In fact, they are worried that those irritating foods will cause attacks in patients.

For patients with severe mental disorders, physical discomfort can easily trigger mental fluctuations, thereby exacerbating symptoms.

Lu Tan took a bowl of soy milk, a fried dough stick, and two steamed buns and sat in the cafeteria.

At the table, several patients were sitting together, eating in silence.

According to Lu Tian's contacts in the past two days, these patients are not actually autistic, and their silence is just an appearance.

Many people are ridiculed by others and even rejected by their family members because they are different when they speak, so they gradually develop the habit of being silent, which at the same time aggravates their symptoms.

For a long time, mental patients have been looked at with a strange look, and people are afraid of them, fearful of them, and stay away from them.

But sitting here, Lu Tan felt very warm, like he was home.

After breakfast and morning exercises, it’s time for free activities.

Critically ill patients are mostly confined to their rooms, with only two hours in the morning, two hours in the afternoon, and two hours in the evening, for a total of six hours in the recreation room.

At this moment, in the recreation room, there are no people playing table tennis, watching TV, or reading alone.

All the patients gathered around one person and listened to what he said.

"...In that year, Nanhua Private Renji Hospital had not yet been established, and the director was studying abroad in the West at that time..."

Lu Tan held a plastic bottle in his hand as a gavel, sat on a chair, and talked about his experience vividly.

He would sometimes tell the story of a few people riding in a car in the wilderness at night and encountering mice and flying fish.

Sometimes they tell the story of the undead playing the piano with mannequins in a dilapidated theater.

Sometimes there is a story about a ronai and a girl who go to the center of the world and look at each other at the opposite ends of time.

I don't know why, but these severely mentally ill patients became quiet as soon as they heard Lu Jian's story. They looked at Lu Jian with curious eyes open like children in kindergarten.

As the rest time ended, Lu Tiao snapped the "gavel", the story came to an end, and the patients returned to a dull and silent state from the bright eyes.

Seeing this scene, the little nurse outside the lounge said to Dr. Hao worriedly.

"Dr. Hao, is there something wrong with this? Can he influence and control these patients?"

"Don't talk nonsense, these people just think it's new. Go to work quickly and stop hanging around here."

Dr. Hao told the little nurse not to think too much and drove her away. Then he looked at Lu Jian who was walking out of the entertainment room and greeted him.

"Director Lu, how do you feel?"

It has to be said that when Lu Jian was here, these patients were much more obedient and did not resist injections and medicines, just like primary school students who could do anything for a spring outing.

Dr. Hao suddenly had the idea of ​​letting Lu Tan stay in the hospital forever.

"It's not bad. They are very well-behaved. I often chat with them and understand their thoughts. I think many of them make sense."

Lu Tan casually pointed at a bald 25-year-old patient who was originally a programmer.

"For example, he was sent in because he planned on the computer to hang his boss from a street lamp. I listened to what he said. His boss is so hateful. I think such a person should be hung from a street lamp! "

He pointed to another old man who had only two or three hairs on his head and was wearing flip-flops and a vest in the winter.

"For example, he was a teacher and worked hard to raise three children. But it turned out that the three brothers were more inhuman than the last. He was sent in because he said the old man was mentally ill. This is too abominable!"

He looked at a woman who raised her arms and pretended to be holding a child.

"For example, she originally brought her child home from kindergarten, but she encountered a perverted murderer. The child and herself were stabbed more than eighty times. She managed to get up from the mourning hall with only one breath, but she was sent to prison. It’s so sad to be here!”

Dr. Hao looked at the three people.

The woman's body was intact. She lost her mind because she failed fifty blind dates in a row. In the end, she was bombarded by her blind date because of her high demands. Fast forward to the loss of her son.

The old man has no children. When he was working in a factory, he failed to follow safety regulations and was electrocuted. His brain was not functioning properly.

As for the programmer.

"Oh, that programmer is real. It's so miserable."

Dr. Hao nodded in agreement.

"So, I think their opinions are of great reference value, and I plan to write them into the teaching materials."

Lu Tan said solemnly.

"When the time comes, I will write your name, Dr. Hao, in the acknowledgments of the textbook."

"Please spare me."

Dr. Hao shook his head after hearing this.

If his name had been written, those actors who studied mental illness according to textbooks would probably have found someone to break his legs.

"It's almost time. I'll go back and take a lunch break."

Lu Tian looked at the wall clock.

"Okay, walk slowly."

Dr. Hao waved his hand.

"let's go."

Lu Tan said to his side.

Immediately, Dr. Hao saw Lu Tan walking towards the ward with his hand half raised in the air as if he was holding someone in his arms.

And there was no one there.

"...Then the people in the film and television industry won't blame me for driving him crazy, right?"

Dr. Hao shuddered.

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