The patient in front of him held Song Que's hand tightly, and his fingernails almost broke through Song Que's skin. Song Que would have been annoyed by someone else, but when faced with patients, especially patients like him, Song Que's endurance was extraordinary.
He was very grateful that he could live as a normal person before experiencing this world. Although this made him experience double the pain, it also allowed him to know how to do it and help others.
The girl's symptom was a strong desire to fly. It was okay at first. Girls are prone to lucid dreams, so they consciously control their own flight in their dreams and experience the pleasure of flying. Later, the dream gradually got out of control. She no longer remembered that she was the owner of the dream. Instead, she transformed into a bird or other flying animal in the dream, flying endlessly. When she woke up the next day, her mental exhaustion was like a wave in the ocean, as if she had really flown all night and stayed awake all night. If this was still within the barely bearable range, what happened next made the girl a little scared. She was in a trance during class at school. When she was going downstairs, she suddenly fell into a dream. She thought she was a bird and wanted to fly forward. She rolled down the stairs. Fortunately, we were already halfway down the stairs, and someone reached out to give her a hand. The girl was fine except for some bruises and abrasions, but she was very frightened. What if it is not on the lower steps, but on the highest step? Or on the side of the road with heavy traffic? This slight jolt of desire to fly could kill her.
Song Qi slightly freed one hand and came out. The little girl immediately looked up at him, as if she felt very uneasy because of this slight rejection. Song Que's hand was imprinted with nails. He didn't want to put his hand away, but instead patted the back of the little girl's hand, using rhythm and strength to gradually relax the little girl's mind.
During the chat with the girl, Song discovered that such symptoms were not caused by purely psychological factors. Stress and the behavioral pattern of using flying in dreams to regulate stress were just triggers. The real changes were likely to appear in her brain.
Song pursed his lips. He didn't have the equipment or the certificate in this area, so he couldn't make this diagnosis alone. Song told the girl the truth and suggested that she go to the hospital to have her brain checked. If she trusted him, she could come back to him with the film and he would do some psychological therapy to assist with the treatment.
The girl didn't seem to understand and looked at him confused. The lack of sympathy made it difficult for Song Qing to feel pity, but the principle of pity for people with the same disease has always been engraved in his mind. Although there is no concrete evidence, all the current symptoms point to the most likely guess - that the girl's symptoms originate from her brain. And once the guess is established, the girl will have to face something as difficult as him, which is to use subjective will to overcome all the difficulties brought by objective existence.
Is this possible? Song didn't know the answer. Maybe he wouldn't be able to give a definite answer until the day he died.
The girl asked: "Dr. Song, do you mean that there is no mental problem with me, but a brain problem?"
She seemed unable to distinguish the two, and after asking this question, her facial features wrinkled together.
Song Que said: "There is a problem with your mental state, but it is not a fundamental problem. The fundamental problem lies in your brain, and then failure in the postgraduate entrance examination, breakup, and parents' lack of understanding together constitute the source of your stress and stimulate you The psychology of depression formed, which completely ignited the problems hidden in the brain, resulting in the current situation. We can only perform psychological therapy, which can also alleviate your problems, but this treats the symptoms rather than the root cause. Wait until something new appears in your life When you cannot bear the new stress, the symptoms will break out again or even get worse."
The girl seemed to understand somewhat, but she still pursed her lips, wanting to hear Song Que say more.
Song Que patiently explained: "Many things, such as emotions, feelings and memories, are considered subjective and determined by the so-called spirit, but in fact, these things are determined by the human brain. Your brain Different areas of the body are responsible for different functions, controlling your emotions, your decisions and even everything else by releasing chemicals and completing chemical reactions. In a sense, a person's physiological basis determines 80% of his self. The brain is extremely delicate, but it is also intricate. Once there is a problem with one part, people may show all kinds of strange symptoms, so that they feel that they are abnormal, and even be regarded as so-called neurosis by others. If it is really a problem with the brain, Song The doctor hopes that you will not feel self-loathing about yourself, just like depression. This kind of depression is not caused by the external environment, but because of physiological problems, so it is difficult to control. The same is true for your disease. So don’t hate yourself, You feel that you are not up to par and that you have not given yourself a good mental state. You have tried hard, but you did not succeed immediately because it was too difficult. You have to persist for a while."
The girl's eyes turned red quietly, and she planned to go to the hospital to check whether her brain was injured as suggested by Song Que. When she reached the door of the office, she couldn't help but turn around and said: "Dr. Song, I heard that the research on the brain is very limited. , if it’s really a brain problem, can’t I cure it?”
Song Que moved his fingers unconsciously and said: "We have many methods to try. Although psychological therapy cannot cure it, it can alleviate and restrain it. No matter what happens, you can come to me and Dr. Song will treat you. "
The girl smiled with red eyes and left with her roommate who was waiting outside and kindly accompanied her to see the doctor. She was the last patient today, but Song took off his glasses and rubbed the acupuncture points on both sides, feeling that his headache was relieved a little. After casually packing up the files on the desktop, Song Que planned to leave. When passing by the front desk, he put his hand on the desktop in front of Zhang Yuanyuan and briefly explained the girl's follow-up appointment.
While Zhang Yuanyuan listened to Song Que's instructions, she couldn't help but look at Song Que's hands. Such a pair of slender and clean hands were covered with red nail marks, and the skin was broken and bleeding in some places. It looked like a waste of natural resources.
Zhang Yuanyuan couldn't hold it back, raised her head and said, "Doctor Song, can I give you some treatment?"
Song Qi was stunned for a moment, looked at his hand, and found that it was a bit miserable. He hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse in the end. Zhang Yuanyuan took out the medical kit with her hands and feet. It really didn't require any skills to treat this kind of wound. Her movements were clean and neat, but she finished the treatment quickly. She didn't forget to scold him: "Doctor Song, it's okay for you to be kind to your patients. But don’t be too uncaring about yourself.”
Zhang Yuanyuan only had the courage to express her concern openly and openly after she completely let go of her thoughts about Song Que.
Song Que met the round eyes of the small receptionist and smiled slightly because of the righteous concern. Before he could respond to the concern, the phone rang.
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Song Que answered the phone with the smell of disinfectant on his hands. Du Feng was on the other end of the phone. The investigation between him and Yao Lu had not yet concluded, but the criminal in the third case was caught and asked Song Que if he could come to the police station.
Song Que cheered up and said hello to Du Feng on the other end of the phone, while waving to Zhang Yuanyuan to indicate that he was leaving. Zhang Yuanyuan could only watch her boss hurriedly leave with a straight face, sighing that he had "served the country and the people", and then stayed with the information and the landline phone until the end of the day.
Song, on the other hand, hurriedly took a look at the murderer of the third case. As expected, he was the same type of criminal as the first two cases. The messenger behind the scenes didn't teach them how to commit the crime, so their methods were so crude that the police couldn't catch them right away. Obviously, the messenger behind the scenes did it on purpose. The arrest of the murderer will lower the vigilance of the police and pay less attention to the case. By the time they discover something is wrong, the cases developed by him are no longer one or two. .
When Song Que rushed to the interrogation room out of breath, Du Feng was already waiting there and brought Song Que a can of coffee. Seeing Song Que looking seriously, Du Feng didn't dare to interrupt. Finally, Song turned his eyes away. Du Feng immediately took advantage of the opportunity and explained: "Brother Song, there are quite a lot of community activities. Sister Yao and I are a bit slow to investigate. I heard that the prisoner was caught, and Sister Yao thought he would come back to interrogate this person." The prisoner will be faster, I think so too, so we came back first."
Song didn't care about this. He took a sip of coffee and asked casually: "Why isn't your sister Yao in there?"
Du Feng said: "When I came back, I fell down and seemed to have sprained my foot. I asked her to take care of her foot first. She went there after agreeing to bring her a copy of the interrogation record."
Song Que didn't ask because he was really concerned. He nodded and indicated that he understood. When the people inside came out, the two of them read the transcript first.
The murderer was thirty years old, not from the city, and had low education. He worked as a security guard at the victim's high school. He was unmarried and had no girlfriend. Song was looking at the murderer who was alone in the interrogation room. He was of average height and appearance, and gave off a simple and honest feeling when he didn't speak. It won't scare away the opposite sex, but I don't think it's the type to attract the opposite sex.
According to the murderer, the victim was not his only target. He noticed several girls, but he just happened to make up his mind to choose the victim that day. At the beginning, he didn't think about what to do, he just wanted to say a few words to the little girl. It was a very successful conversation. The little girl didn't seem to dislike his roughness and walked with him enthusiastically for a while. But suddenly, everything changed. The little girl seemed to be afraid of him, thinking that he was a pervert and a disgusting person, and wanted to get rid of him. This change in attitude stimulated him, and his initial desire to talk changed into an animal desire.
Seeing this, Song Qi became excited. He knew what the messenger behind the scenes was doing! Song Que pointed to this paragraph and asked Du Feng: "Is this murderer the only one who mentioned this process? Didn't the previous two murderers have similar statements?"
Before Du Feng had time to read what this paragraph was about, the person in charge of the interrogation came over to take a look and said: "The first two said the same thing, but who believes it? Those scum are all making excuses like this."
Song Que immediately understood that the information Du Feng compiled for him was not the original information, but a collection of deleted information that they found useful.
Song Que sighed and did not seriously propose it, but still hinted at Du Feng tactfully. Du Feng looked sarcastic when he was told that, but he quickly regained his energy and said, "Brother Song, you didn't scold me."
Song Que: "..."
It seems that his inhumanity has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.