Lai Xing has been eliminated by many hospitals - he stepped up to find the exact location of Shen Yinchuan's vein and pushed it in with one injection.
The dose of this injection was very large. Soon after Shen Yinchuan became manic, his language function became dysfunctional, he could not speak complete sentences, and fell down half asleep. The policeman threw him on the ground, looked at him with contempt and trouble, Ask Ling Chennan: "Are you okay, doctor?"
Ling Chennan touched his cheekbones and chin, which were supposed to be swollen, and said, "Flesh hurts, but he... ahem, he can't go back."
A policeman said: "If something like this happens, the commutation of the sentence will probably be ruined."
Another said: "I'm so bored, I have to write a report again, doctor, you will help me when the time comes."
Ling Chennan said: "It's natural, but... it's not a matter of reducing his sentence or not. He... ahem, has quite serious mental problems and anti-social tendencies. He has no shyness about continuing to commit crimes after he is released from prison and taking pleasure in it. And feeling, ahem, excited that he has to be transferred to a specialized psychiatric hospital or psychiatric prison until he gets better."
The two policemen were a little dazed, Xu had never encountered such a situation before, and they looked at each other. The older one said to Ling Chennan: "We don't understand these things. You are a professional, so please explain to your superiors. Let's take him down now."
Ling Chennan said: "Don't imprison him with other prisoners, it's dangerous."
The policeman nodded: "That's for sure. Lock him up in a confinement room first, and then we'll see whether to send him back to his original prison first, or follow what you said..."
Another said: "It is estimated that the process will take a long time."
Ling Chennan couldn't help but coughed violently again, they hurriedly dragged Shen Yinchuan out from left to right, and told the colleagues at the end of the corridor to take Ling Chennan to the infirmary.
As a result, Ling Chennan's scheduled medical consultations for the rest of the day were cancelled, and the fact that he was attacked by prisoners during his consultation also spread throughout the All-Out Prison Education Center in just one afternoon.
[Thirty-first week, Friday, continued]
The leaders of the education center moved quickly, Ling Chennan was still taking medicine, a middle-aged man who claimed to be the director of the education center office appeared in the infirmary.
Ling Chennan is not an employee of the education center, but an external doctor, and he comes from a well-known private clinic in the industry. If he is injured in their place, the matter can be big or small.
Ling Chennan's injuries were actually not serious, but the bruises and bruises looked terrifying, and they were wrapped in a layer of iodine and a circle of gauze. The director's face became clouded as soon as he entered the door.
He winked at another doctor in the infirmary, and the other doctor clearly went out to avoid suspicion. The middle-aged man sat on the hospital bed opposite Ling Chennan, cut straight to the point, covered all his mistakes, and promised that the center would definitely take care of him. Take full responsibility for his injuries and medical expenses.
Ling Chennan waved his hands, and his voice was still a little hoarse: "I can't blame you, it's our job to identify the mental state of prisoners. When I took this job, I fully understood the risks involved." He said very coquettishly Communicative words: "In psychotherapy, we all hope that the counselor can maintain the most relaxed and comfortable mood, so I also understand the decision not to handcuff the prisoner. However, the prisoners sent to our professional psychologists are still Dangerous elements with a history of violent crimes, right? After all, the situation is still different. Even if it wasn’t me, other doctors would be injured today, and... Fortunately, our comrades from the police came in quickly, otherwise there might be a slight difference, maybe not just Flesh hurt."
Bureaucrats hate dealing with intellectuals with resources the most. The director immediately showed a headache, but still nodded politely and said, "It's true that we didn't think carefully."
"However, it is not entirely a bad thing that this kind of thing happened," Ling Chennan slowly filled up the dug hole: "We were able to discover the mental condition and danger level of the prisoner early, and did not release him to society to harm others , resulting in irreversible consequences, it can be regarded as our center has fulfilled its duty."
The director seemed to be making trouble for Ling Chennan, so he just said along the way: "It's true, I don't know if it's a blessing, thanks to the doctor, you found it as soon as possible."
Ling Chennan continued: "Early detection requires timely treatment. What we are facing is not an ordinary prisoner, but a patient in need of help. This kind of manic, violent, and split patient with severe mental illness has repeatedly appeared to hurt others. He needs to be isolated and seek medical treatment in a timely manner, and is not suitable for collective life for the time being. So I suggest to contact his original prison for transfer as soon as possible. I will be responsible for showing his psychiatric certificate and recommend that he be transferred to the third mental hospital for detention. , I have to bother you, Director, regarding the implementation of the procedures.”
The director took a breath quietly—as we all know, mental hospitals are easy to enter and exit, and there are many rumors in public mental hospitals—there is a shortage of manpower, so in order to facilitate management, patients are given a large amount of mental paralysis drugs or wear corsets, and even Legend has it that brain protein removal surgery was performed on patients in an attempt to correct their abnormal behavior. But rumors are rumors after all, and it's not worth considering compared with the troubles in front of him, and such an unstable bomb—from his management and public relations point of view, sending him to a mental hospital is indeed the best choice.
So the two chatted a few more words, reached an agreement, shook hands with each other, and knew in their hearts that their goal had been achieved.
After the director left, Ling Chennan leaned his head on the pillow and stared at the white ceiling. Shen Yinchuan is indeed a scumbag, and he does have an anti-social personality and the potential to commit violent crimes again, but his behavior is out of bounds. Not only did he violate medical ethics, he did not help him solve his psychological problems, but he deliberately turned in a vicious direction. It stimulated him, and he also used his power to exaggerate his illness, which may cause him to spend forever in a mental hospital.
Once this kind of thing is exposed, his career can be regarded as coming to an end. Fortunately and sadly, Shen Yinchuan is a lonely family with no relatives and reasons, and a prisoner who no one cares about.
But he doesn't regret it, Ling Chennan thought, I don't regret it, even though I was wrong.
At this time, he suddenly felt a huge exhaustion attacking him—for so many days, he had been in a state of high mental tension, not to mention, and felt strongly uneasy about his extreme choice all the time. Now that the dust has settled, he has instead had the idea of giving up on himself - anyway, it's too late to say anything.
At the same time, he also felt powerless and alone, with no one to share his stress and pain with, and no one to calm his struggles and guilt.
Hearing movement at the door, Ling Chennan sat up straight again and collected his expression—the doctor on duty in the infirmary came back. Ling Chennan stood up and said hello, then left the prison exit center calmly, and returned to the hotel where he was staying without stopping.
Mingming's home is on the other side of the city, but at this moment it feels extraordinarily far away.
He stood in the bathroom and took a few photos in the mirror—the wound that was originally just a bruise looked even more thrilling because of the colored medicinal wine. He gritted his teeth and felt a little pain.
Sighing again, Ling Chennan took off his clothes and took a shower. The hot water flowing through the wound was so hot, but he didn't care, and walked out wearing a towel, and took out the mobile phone in his pocket.
He looked at the phone for a long time.
I just want to hear his voice, he told himself, silently rehearsing the conversation several times to make sure he wasn't showing any bad emotions before pressing the dial button.
"Hello?" Bai Sheng's voice sounded from the other end of the phone.
The moment he heard his voice, Ling Chennan's hand holding the phone suddenly trembled uncontrollably, as if all the emotions had suddenly returned to his body. All the anger, nervousness, fear, and self-blame poured into his limbs and bones, filling his capillaries. He took a deep breath, but he didn't feel any oxygen entering his lungs, as if Caught in a gigantic whirlpool of fast-flowing water, he sank rapidly, delirious and dizzy.
The person on the other end of the phone was inexplicable, and said "Hello" again impatiently, and said, "Ling Chennan, you are sick, and you didn't talk when you called, and I hung up if you didn't talk."
The rapidly spinning water stopped, and Ling Chennan suddenly felt himself back on the ground. He opened his eyes, sweating profusely, and asked, "Hummingbird?"
"What are you doing?" Hummingbird agreed bluffing.
Ling Chennan was a little dazed: "You, why are you, what are you doing?"
"None of your business," Hummingbird replied, "What's wrong with your voice, it's so ugly."
Ling Chennan laughed involuntarily, but his expression was so ugly that he looked like he was crying. Hummingbird's disgusted voice came over: "Crazy, laughing and laughing, why is your voice hoarse, and the only advantage is almost gone."
Ling Chennan suddenly calmed down, he seemed to be sleeping on a sandy beach that had just ebbed—the wet and sticky feeling was still very clear, but he knew that the danger had passed.
He swallowed, and said, "You're swearing again, come back and deal with you."
The hummingbird raised its voice: "You!"
Ling Chennan fell back on the bed, closed his eyes and said softly, "So you thought my voice was nice before."
The hummingbird said loudly: "You are sick! It's disgusting, I'm dead!"
Ling Chennan didn't speak, and Hummingbird didn't hang up the phone either.
The two held the phone in silence, not sure whether the other party was still there for a long time, but never doubted whether the other party was still there.
Ling Chennan said: "Hummingbird, let's chat