"What's next?"
"Do a CT scan. If there is no cerebral hemorrhage or cerebral infarction, send it to us." Director Jiang said, "If you take bupropion, you probably have depression."
As he spoke, his cell phone rang.
Director Jiang didn't go out to answer the phone. He was too tired to walk. Just in the emergency room, I walked to the side and answered the phone.
"There was a confirmed diagnosis in the mental hospital. It was depression, and the condition was considered moderate." Director Jiang said after hanging up the phone, "It is estimated that the condition has worsened, or there are other conditions."
Director Wang nodded. Patients with a clear diagnosis can be sent directly to the mental hospital. The next treatment is Director Jiang's business and has nothing to do with the People's Hospital.
"Director Jiang, shouldn't depression be the kind of thing you should squat in a corner for?" Director Wang pondered the diagnosis and asked doubtfully, "Why would you commit suicide while holding a police officer in your arms?"
"Ah?" Director Jiang was a little surprised, and then asked about the situation. He smiled bitterly and said, "Depression is not only low mood, there is also a type called manic depression."
"Manic depression is referred to as bipolar disorder. Patients often feel extremely helpless, lose interest in family and work, and are indifferent. But sometimes the mood suddenly rises, making people feel at a loss. Most of the causes of the disease are heavy life pressure and Caused by drug abuse.”
"The patient probably took more medicine in order to make his condition better. The side effects of bupropion are very obvious. When prescribing medicine in the outpatient clinic, patients are repeatedly told to pay attention to the dosage of the medicine." Director Jiang has not yet realized that Director Wang His attitude towards him has changed, he explained casually, which is normal.
"Okay, you're exhausted. Are you thirsty?" Director Wang asked.
Although Director Jiang gave him the impression of being stupid and bad, Director Wang always felt a little unbearable when he saw an old man who was about to retire and was out of breath from exhaustion and his white clothes were soaked.
"I gave the patient a shot of diazepam. The medicine will probably be strong soon, so I won't rest." Director Jiang said, "Send the patient for a CT scan as soon as possible. If hemorrhage and cerebral infarction are ruled out, he will be sent to our hospital for hospitalization."
As he spoke, he glanced at the doctor in the emergency department and asked, "Are all the orders ready?"
"It's ready. Let's wait until he feels better and send it for examination."
Seeing the patient lying on the bed beginning to calm down, Director Jiang sighed.
"It is said that the patient often has nightmares and cannot wake up. He is struggling like this because he hopes that he can completely end the nightmare." Director Wang said.
"Director, I heard Brother Qiao say it once." A male staff member said from the side.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Director Jiang glanced at the patient. He was not completely quiet yet. In this state, it was impossible to send him to the CT room for examination, so he asked.
"It is said that every time he has a dream, it is a series, one dream within another." The male staff swallowed and recalled with difficulty, "At first, I thought he was joking. I couldn't even listen to what he was making up. Understand."
"What did you say?"
"Well... one day at noon we went downstairs to smoke. I saw that he was in a bad state of mind, so I suggested that he take a good rest. He said that he had just taken a nap for more than ten minutes and had been dreaming. He dreamed of a world war, with helicopters carrying guns. Shooting in the city.”
"and after?"
"Later he said that his head was shattered by a bullet. When he opened his eyes, he went back to 20 years ago. Then he lived there for a few years and then went to Mauritius."
This is all a mess, Director Wang frowned. However, when he saw that Director Jiang was listening very seriously, he cursed in his heart, there was indeed something wrong with this person.
"Has he been to Mauritius?" Director Jiang asked.
"No, but I always hear Brother Qiao nagging me to go to Mauritius for my honeymoon when I get married. He has been saving money, but with the little money we earn, we can't even afford a wife," the male employee said.
"I smoked two cigarettes and listened to Brother Qiao talk about his ten-minute nap."
"I thought at the time, this life is really rich and colorful. In ten minutes, I can catch up with others in several lifetimes. Alas, who would have thought that his illness would be so serious."
"Is it possible for patients to wake up from such serial dreams?" Director Wang asked.
Nightmares are very common and almost everyone has experienced them. However, most people wake up from their dreams, and few people have one dream within another. This experience sounds like Inception.
"Brother Qiao said whether you can wake up depends on your luck. Sometimes you wake up after just one or two dreams; sometimes you can't wake up after having more than a dozen dreams. Sleeping is more tiring than fighting, but if you don't sleep, you might end up lying on the table. It’s hard to wake up from a dream while you’re asleep, so it’s better to lie down and sleep well.”
The male employee sighed as he spoke, "I did see Brother Qiao falling asleep on the table once. His body kept twitching. I thought it was cramps, so I woke him up."
"You look very bad. You said how could you dream of so many things in a dream? You must have bumped into something dirty."
"Don't talk nonsense, what a dirty thing." Director Wang scolded, "Don't talk about far away, let's talk about our Nanshan City. Let me ask you, which city has the most deaths?"
"Huh?" The male staff member was startled.
"Just this room." Director Wang said disdainfully: "There are hundreds of patients who die here every year without resuscitation. Science, you must believe in science. If there are dirty things, this room has the most. .As for your CBD, you thought it was a ghost movie."
The male staff member stopped talking, but his face looked a little ugly. The thought of hundreds and eighty people dying in this room every year made him feel bad.
"Director Jiang, is this common?" Director Wang asked.
"It's not common. His condition is very serious." Director Jiang frowned and said, "It's much more serious than expected. It's probably caused by too much pressure."
"Is it a ghost pressing the bed?" the male staff member asked timidly.
"No." Director Jiang said, "Ghost-pressing means that you wake up, but you can only lie down and can't move your limbs. This is a nightmare. The rapid eye movement period continues and the brain waves are disordered."
As he said that, he saw that the patient had fallen asleep and even started to snore. Without further explanation, he said: "Take advantage of this moment to seize the time to get checked. Don't wake up later and be unable to do the check."
Director Wang knew that the mental hospital would not dare to admit patients without checking for complications such as cerebral hemorrhage and cerebral infarction.
Although various physical examinations do not support cerebral hemorrhage or cerebral infarction, there are always accidents in everything. Get an examination and provide objective evidence. If something happens in the future, you can explain it to the patient’s family.
Pushing the flat cart all the way to the elevator entrance.
The elevator opened and it was full of people. Dean Wu bowed slightly politely, "Boss Zheng, Professor Su, please."
Zheng Ren stepped out of the elevator, glanced at the patient, and narrowed his eyes.