Zhiqi didn't discover Jiang Qi's illness by accident.
In fact, ever since she met again in high school, she felt that there was something wrong with the boy vaguely.
He seems to be too closed and too sharp. For people other than her, the young man seems to erect thorns all over his body to protect himself, and his indifference is to the extreme—Jiang Qi will ignore even those with good intentions.
At the same time, the juvenile's injuries and headaches are two issues that Zhiqi has been thinking about for a long time.
She had asked the question since she was ten years old, but when she was in high school, she was a little hesitant to speak.
That is: Jiang Qi, why do you always have injuries
Zhiqi vaguely understands that Jiang Qi's family seems to have a big problem, which may be related to his injury, but the young man's attitude towards this problem is extremely evasive, so she can't force him to ask.
It was really confirmed that Jiang Qi had a problem because of an 'accident' in his sophomore year.
It rained heavily in Lin Lan that day. After school, most of the students didn't want to risk the possibility of being hit by the downpour even if they had umbrellas.
Zhiqi forgot to bring her umbrella that day, so she could only follow the crowd and nest in the classroom with a sad face, waiting for the rain to calm down before leaving.
And it is even more impossible for Jiang Qi to have an umbrella.
Carrying an umbrella with him is too 'delicate' for his temperament.
But the boy was not afraid of the rain, unlike most of the students who complained nonchalantly, he just glanced at the heavy rain outside the window indifferently, then got up and walked out.
"Jiang Qi!" Zhi Qi noticed the young man's movements with sharp eyes, and followed after yelling.
At that time, Jiang Qi's brain nerves were as capricious as this rainy day. Hearing the patter of raindrops hitting the roof, his back hurt badly. For a while, he didn't hear Zhi Qi calling him, and he still walked on his own.
Instead, he longed for the heavy rain to extinguish his scorching brain and walk fast.
Until Jiang Qi heard the sound of "Ah yo" from behind, which was especially obvious in the rain curtain where no one was there.
The boy paused for a moment, and turned around to see Zhiqi who was kneeling on the ground because of the fall. The little girl's head and body were all wet, and she looked like a drowned chicken, because the white school uniform that fell on the ground was also dirty. , looking at her aggrieved and pitifully.
"Jiang Qi." Zhi Qi could be regarded as catching up with a tall and long-legged boy, which aroused his 'attention', so he sniffed and asked, "Why are you walking in such a hurry? I told you to ignore me."
"...Sorry." The smoky rain and fog covered the youth's obscure eyes under the broken hair. Jiang Qi hurriedly walked over to help the girl up, put her in his arms, and said calmly, "I didn't hear that." .”
He really didn't hear it.
Otherwise, Zhi Qi wouldn't have been ignored.
The little girl was so heartbroken that she didn't care too much why he didn't hear this question.
Being supported by the young man, she just wanted to say something, but there were a few sneers from not far away—two people ran aimlessly to a narrow alley behind the No. 3 Middle School at some point, under the eaves A few students who were sheltering from the rain got together to smoke, and they were also wearing the school uniform of the No. 3 Middle School. When they saw them, they couldn't help but smile eccentrically.
Their deliberately amplified voices reached Zhiqi and Jiang Qi's ears without hindrance—
"Yo, isn't this the school belle from class one?"
"Not only that, but also a class of 'jokes'."
"On a rainy day, where are the two going on a date?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, good students also fall in love early?"
"The school beauties may be blind these days, and they are all looking for something."
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Although Jiang Qi is good at studying, but because of his perverse and withdrawn personality, he has always been unpopular among his classmates, and even the teachers don't care about him.
On weekdays, because of Zhi Qi's obstruction, the young man heard certain eccentric words and pretended he didn't hear them. After all, who would argue with a fool
But today I don't know if it was because of the cold rain, or because the girl was trembling slightly in his arms, maybe it was because he was already in a bad mood today, and Jiang Qi suddenly didn't want to bear it anymore.
Because, he has never been a good-tempered person.
Jiang Qi's eyes sank calmly, and he walked towards the three laughing boys step by step.
It wasn't until he walked in front of them that the boys slowly fell silent, and the atmosphere was stiff and embarrassing for a while.
"Fuck." After a long while, one of them finally couldn't stand Jiang Qi's eyes, and asked in a feigned rage, "Are you f*cking fucked up here?"
"What you just said." Jiang Qi opened his mouth, his voice was as cold as ice: "If you have the courage, repeat it again."
It's okay to simply talk about him, but the words just now obviously humiliated Zhiqi.
Jiang Qi asked them to repeat, if they were brave enough, maybe he could do it lightly.
But it's a pity that these people are just cowards who can simply talk. Under Jiang Qi's strong sense of oppression, the three of them looked at each other, and no one dared to speak.
So, he can't blame him for this.
Jiang Qi raised the corners of his lips, but it didn't look like he was smiling.
In the next second, his fist had already punched the face of the boy who said 'the school is blind'. In the boy's screams, the other two boys were still in shock and hadn't prepared to fight back, and they were caught by Jiang Qi's two. The big hand like an iron hoop clasped the back of the head, and hit it hard——
"what!"
Knocking their heads together, the two people screamed in pain and almost passed out.
"School girl, joke?" Jiang Qi looked at the three 'vegetable chickens' who fell to the ground in a blink of an eye, and gave a cold snort of disdain. His sneakers stepped on one of them's face, and his voice was cold and calm: " What are you guys?"
"You!" The boy who was trampled felt extremely humiliated, gritted his teeth and said, "Jiang Qi, you fucking wait for me! I will ask my elder brother to fuck you to death!"
Boys of this age have always been arrogant, and they seldom use the methods of "calling the police" or "successing the teacher" when they are beaten. Instead, they want to solve it like a social person, and recruit the legendary elder brother to clean up Jiang Qi.
"Okay, you go find it." Jiang Qi said calmly, kicking his chest heavily: "You go now, crawl."
Once the tyrannical factor in the body is activated, it is difficult to stop, and Jiang Qi didn't even realize that his eyes were already red.
And at the same time, a hostile light flashed like excitement.
For years he had hated violence and resisted it.
But before he knew it, Jiang Qi didn't realize that he had been assimilated into a 'violent' person.
That day, it was also the girl's soft arms that stopped him, just like the set many years later.
"Jiang Qi! Are you crazy?" It's just that Zhi Qiyuan was not so calm back then, she was trembling with fear, she was stunned for a while before thinking of stopping the young man's tyrannical behavior, her voice choked up uncontrollably: "Stop beating! stop fighting!"
She stopped Jiang Qi desperately, and at the same time quickly dialed 120.
In any case, violence is wrong.
Later, the ambulance took five students to the hospital.
Except for Zhiqi, the other four had injuries, ranging from mild to severe—Jiang Qi was not unscathed, at least his phalanges were already bruised and mottled, and his injured arm was wounded due to excessive force. It collapsed again, and the flesh and blood were torn apart.
But Jiang Qi didn't seem to know the pain.
While the doctor was stitching him up again, the young man kept his brows indifferent throughout the whole process, without even lifting his eyelids, only the other hand resting on his knee trembled slightly occasionally.
Jiang Qi may be sick.
This thought that had been vaguely and vaguely flashed through Zhiqi's mind clearly for the first time at this moment.
So the girl looked at the door silently for a while, then turned around and went to the attending doctor who Jiang Qi had registered with before, asking him to give the boy a full body checkup.
Especially... about the neurological, about the psychological.
Later, Zhiqi always felt that she was very crazy at that time, but when the results came out, she finally knew the root cause of everything wrong with Jiang Qi.
He's bipolar, very deep bipolar.
Zhiqi remembered that when she heard the neurologist analyze the root cause and the impact of this 'disease' with her, she felt a little stupid.
The doctor looked at the examination report and said sternly: "Irritability and depression are all neurological diseases. This classmate Jiang's symptoms are very serious. If he doesn't get treated in time and drags on, he can apply for a mental illness diagnosis."
"No, it's not." Zhi Qi raised her head abruptly, and subconsciously wanted to refute and deny: "Jiang Qi is not mentally ill, he...he is quite normal."
Just occasionally, it will be abnormal.
"Little girl, this kind of mental illness will not be manifested on the surface at first. Seventy percent of young people now have depression, whether it is mild or severe, but you see, seventy percent of them Will they all obediently be hospitalized for treatment?" The doctor smiled and explained tolerantly—
"This type of disease will only show its manic side at certain times, places, or when it encounters people or things that irritate it. I said your classmate is serious because he has already suffered from it on weekdays. There is a strong anxiety-compulsive behavior."
"I don't know if you are clear, but when our doctor examined him, we found that he had even committed self-harm."
Self-mutilation
Zhiqi's face was pale, and her heart was beating fast. It seemed that there was an explanation for Jiang Qi's old and new wounds...
"Now he still hurts himself, but when he can't control it, he will hurt others. There are many factors that cause bipolar disorder, such as his family of origin and the environment in which he grew up, but in the end he was assimilated by violence." The doctor lamented He breathed a sigh of relief: "As a doctor, I must advise you to stay away from your classmate, because when bipolar disorder becomes violent, it does not distinguish between objects."
Just like a drug addict, violence is like a drug. When you are high, you can't tell who is in front of you.
Jiang Qi can't control himself from beating these yin and yang students now, and he may beat her in the future.
Zhi Qi listened dumbly, her fair eye circles were barely suppressed red.
After a while, she asked in a hoarse voice, "Doctor, what should I do?"
All diseases are curable, and this is not a terminal illness.
Compared to leaving Jiang Qi, Zhi Qi wanted to cure him more, and that was the most important thing.
"He is already deeply manic and can't control himself, so my suggestion is to be hospitalized immediately." After the doctor finished speaking, he looked at Zhiqi's half-dry No. 3 Middle School uniform, and wrinkled in embarrassment. He frowned: "But you high school students..."
High school is preparing for the college entrance examination, will students be suspended from school and hospitalized
Not only the doctor didn't know about this question, but Zhiqi certainly didn't know about it, and she couldn't decide for Jiang Qi.
So the little girl could only think of a way to ask: "Then, is it okay to take medicine? Doctor, is there any way to treat it with medicine?"
"Of course there are, but the effect won't be as good as being hospitalized. It's a chronic treatment." The doctor shook his head helplessly, lowered his head and wrote the medicine list for Zhiqi: "I'll prescribe a course of treatment for him first. Try it, the patient must refrain from arrogance and impetuosity during the period, and no more acts of self-harm."
"Little girl, your classmate should still be asleep in the ward. When he wakes up, I have to say it again. You can only play the role of exhorting him."
Whether a disease can be cured, in the final analysis, depends on the patient himself, especially mental illness.
Zhiqi nodded obediently, and walked out with the list written by the doctor, feeling completely dazed—until she left the door of the ward, she saw Jiang Qi who was leaning against the door and had been listening for some time.
In an instant, Zhi Qi almost cried out, her eyes widened unconsciously.
The young man's pale brows were suffused with blue-gray, and he raised his head and looked at her with gloomy eyes.
Then, Zhiqi took a step back unconsciously.
This was just the smallest subconscious movement, but it made Jiang Qi's pupils constrict as if being pricked by a needle.
After looking at each other silently for a while, Jiang Qi said softly, "Qiqi."
"… Uh-huh?"
"Did I accidentally hurt you?" Jiang Qi always cared about this question at any time, and his eyes were really at a loss: "Will I hurt you?"
Could it be that one day, he will treat Zhiqi like that uncontrollably? Punching, kicking, punching violence, just... like a beast
"No, really not." The suppressed red in Zhiqi's eyes finally couldn't help pouring out, she shook her head unceasingly, her soft voice broke: "Jiang Qi, you won't hit me."
She believed he never would.
But the young man looked at her quietly, then turned and left.
The thin back was decisive, as if it was about to disappear from her life.