He didn't teach Liu Chang to swim on the weekend, and he had to go to the mental rehabilitation hospital to continue counseling in the middle of the week. Xie Lanshan arrived earlier than the appointed time and sat down at Song Qilian's desk, still more anxious than confused.
On Song Qilian's desk was a thick express envelope containing his psychological appraisal report. Song Qilian told him that this appraisal report is not for the leaders of your city bureau, but will be sent directly to the province.
"Province?" Xie Lanshan was stunned in his heart, and wanted to pretend to be lighthearted, "Don't praise me too much, I'll blush..."
But as soon as the words came out, he noticed something was wrong. Song Qilian's eyes were red, his face was as pale as paper, but his expression was too serious and pathetic.
Xie Lanshan had some guesses about Song Qilian's sudden change of attitude, but most of them were related to Liu Mingfang. He sifted those guesses over and over again in his mind, but he didn't expect that the courier was actually not his report, but Ye Shen's. From the beginning and end of the file and the "brain change", once this information reaches the destination, it is equivalent to sentenced him to death.
"I'll send your report today, you can go back now." Song Qilian tried her best to avoid eye contact with Xie Lanshan, and tried her best to hide the pain in her eyes. She pressed the express envelope firmly in her palm, ready to send it to Xie Lanshan. It was fired like an irreversible bullet.
Then she looked at Xie Lanshan's face, her eyes mixed with nostalgia, rejection and fear. She said goodbye to him, but in fact it was forever: "Goodbye, Alan."
After being kicked out of the office like this, Xie Lanshan didn't rush to go back, took out a tape from his pocket, paused after watching it, then turned and went upstairs.
In addition to two psychological departments, the Municipal Psychological Rehabilitation Hospital also has two psychiatric departments, which mainly treat mental patients. The upper floors are the psychiatric inpatient area. Common patients and critically ill patients live in closed wards and are isolated behind the iron gates.
Xie Lanshan came here to find someone. After several times of psychological counseling, he sometimes wandered around after counseling. Last time, he promised an old lady with schizophrenia to find a tape of Teresa Teng for her.
Xie Lanshan knew that these patients were not seriously ill, but the hospital simply dismissed them because of insufficient staff. Seeing the nurses rushing in and out, he suddenly thought, why can't these patients listen to music
The doctors don't understand that it is a great kindness to let these less serious patients run around in the open area.
But Xie Lanshan insisted that his mother is also receiving treatment in a mental hospital, and that music and dance can help patients stabilize their emotions and restore cognitive function, which is by no means unnecessary.
The doctors had no choice but to agree to this nosy police comrade.
I borrowed the radio with great difficulty, put the tape in it, and after pressing the play button, all the patients heard Teresa Teng's singing, she sang: "Good flowers don't bloom often, good times don't always come..."
Xie Lanshan asked the old aunt to step on his feet and lead her to dance to this extravagant sound. The old aunt blushed with laughter, and the people around also laughed. It may be that the Queen of Sweet Songs is very charming, or the scene of dancing with red face and white hair is too funny, or it may even just be empty and laughing, anyway, all the patients follow the blind music, and they are very happy.
Song Qilian was led upstairs by the sound of music and laughter, and at a glance he saw Xie Lanshan leading an old aunt to dance.
Xie Lanshan smiled quite beautifully, with a selfless demeanor and a romantic mood. Even the old aunt who was insane was instantly younger when he accompanied him. A colleague walked up to Song Qilian, pointed at Xie Lanshan and asked her, "Is this your friend? He looks so handsome!"
Song Qilian looked startled and nodded hastily.
My colleague and Xie Lanshan also chatted twice, and smiled: "The old lady asked him for an old tape of Teresa Teng last time, and I thought he was just talking about it casually. The old tape is hard to find, so I told him Just find a tape and copy the song to the old lady. But he firmly said no, and said that since he agreed, he must keep his word." Colleagues found it difficult to understand Xie Lanshan's troubles for a mental patient, pouted and said: "Actually, even if you deceive her, she may not know it, so why waste your time and effort?"
Song Qilian smiled and was speechless. She listened to the song quietly and looked at Xie Lanshan. There are also mental patients who dance with Xie Lanshan, laughing while dancing, and they all laugh.
Before the song was over, the upstairs ward suddenly burst into commotion, and the medical staff hurried upstairs, shouting hurriedly: "Something happened! Something happened!"
A patient suddenly fell ill, broke away from the nurse and ran to the roof, ready to jump off the building.
"Tell me about the patient's condition." Xie Lanshan rushed to the rooftop with the medical staff.
A male patient in his 40s, an out-and-out martial arts madman, who won the provincial Sanda champion when he was young, so no one could stop him when he got up. His daughter was here to visit the doctor today, but a wrong word triggered his nerves. The man had a seizure on the spot, knocked down a group of medical staff, and ran up to the roof.
"They're all going to poison me!" The man had already climbed beyond a steel bar protruding from the roof at this moment, looking swaying, quite dangerous.
"I?" Xie Lanshan asked the nurse beside him, "What disease?"
"He insisted that he was Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty," the nurse shook her head, trying to laugh but holding back. "He also said that the doctors here are all eunuchs, and the nurses are all palace maids."
The man waved his hand again and shouted, "I am the real Son of Heaven, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty! Did you collude with the Huns to kill me?!"
"Is the history good?" The nurse, who was used to seeing lunatics, couldn't help but laugh. It's human nature to laugh at everyone. Xie Lanshan quickly judged the current situation. The building is still under construction, and the fire trucks are coming quickly, but the steel bars downstairs are standing horizontally with stones. If you fall from this height, you will be injured if you don't die. The fire air cushion may not be able to save lives.
Xie Lanshan tried to take a step forward. Seeing that the mad man was about to retreat in a panic, he reacted in time and immediately made a move out of thin air to shake the corner of his robe. Then he returned with one knee on the ground, opening his mouth and saying, "Chen Weiqing welcomes the Holy Chariot."
It is said that the man has gold under his knees, but this man kneeled so neatly that all the medical staff were surprised.
The crazy man was also elated, and stopped making trouble for the time being.
"The minister has ordered to fight back against the Xiongnu, annihilate 20,000 enemies, and return to the division triumphantly..." Xie Lanshan said following the other party's wishes, approaching the other party carefully and step by step. Being crazy with people is completely crazy, his face is serious, and his lips are pursed with resolute lines, as if he is extremely involved in the play - life is at stake, this is really nothing funny.
Taking advantage of Long Xin's great joy, full of nonsense about rewarding the three armies, Xie Lanshan grabbed the man's arm and brought him back safe and sound.
He leaned against the wall and panted, and when he saw his daughter hugging her father and wept bitterly, he bent down, brushed the dust off his knees, and smiled.
Song Qilian also followed him to the rooftop, and when the patient was rescued, there was applause, and she quietly left again.
The old lady was still listening to that song over and over again, and when she heard the sweet and meticulous voice sing "When will you come again", Song Qilian finally burst into tears.
That person will never come back, and that person seems to have never left.
Back in the office, a colleague asked her, the little brother who received the courier is here, if there is anything to send together.
Song Qilian shook his head wearily.
She sealed the courier in the drawer of her desk.