inferior possession

Chapter 42

The ward in the middle of the night was deserted and silent. After the doctors left, there was only the sound of dripping water in the room, which came from the bathroom.

In the corridor, Duan Congzhen's conversation with the doctor could be faintly heard, which could not be heard clearly.

"Doctor Duan, you and I are both colleagues, so I won't be euphemistic."

"You speak."

"From the symptoms just now, the patient should have suffered from panic disorder for a long time, and we speculate that the patient has received treatment and taken drugs."

Duan Congzhen was silent for a while, "Is it mental illness?"

The doctor paused for a moment, "Oh, no, this is not a mental illness, but an anxiety disorder, a psychological disorder."

Duan Congzhen frowned, "The cause?"

"We have no way of knowing this. We need a professional psychiatrist to intervene in the diagnosis."

"What medicine did he take?" Duan Congzhen asked.

"We have no way to find out now, maybe we can find out faster by asking him." The doctor said.

Duan Congzhen waved his hands, feeling a little irritable, "How can you still get sick after taking medicine?"

"Maybe the drug was stopped halfway."

"Why do you have to stop the medicine if you are not well?"

"This... we have no way of knowing..."

The doctor was a little embarrassed, feeling the embarrassing pressure from the man's constant questioning.

Seeing him like this, Duan Congzhen also knew that there was nothing to ask, so he let the doctor go first, turned around and opened the door of the ward.

That is, the deer was lying on the bed, looking pale.

Before being sent to the ambulance, he still struggled and even grabbed Duan Congzhen's arm. Duan Congzhen pressed him down and gave him a little stabilizer before he was able to put him in the ambulance.

The dosage is not much, and the medicinal effect should have passed by now.

Duan Congzhen sat on a chair, looked down at his phone, and occasionally raised his eyes to see Jilu's condition.

After 10 minutes, there was movement on the bed.

The room was very deserted, and Ji Lu shuddered, slowly opened his eyes, and saw the pale ceiling, his pupils trembled instantly, and he hurriedly got up from the bed.

There was a stabbing pain on the back of the hand, and the deer lowered his head and saw a needle in his hand. He didn't know what kind of medicine he was injecting.

Startled, I was about to reach out to pull it out, when a cold voice came from my ear,

"Thumb up if you want, anyway, it's you who hurts."

After a slight pause, Ji Lu raised his eyes and saw the person sitting by the bed clearly.

Duan Congzhen was lazily nestled on the chair, very relaxed, with his head tilted, his fingers slightly curled against his forehead, and he didn't look at him, his eyes fell on the mobile phone in his hand, with a lazy and sexy look.

When the deer came back to his senses, he suddenly remembered what happened tonight.

"Brother Duan..." He called out, but fell silent again.

"I'm here." Duan Congzhen replied in a drawl, and looked up at him inexplicably, as if amused by his childlike behavior.

"Brother Duan... what kind of medicine is this?" Ji Lu pointed at the hanging bottle on the shelf with trembling fingers, his voice was dry.

Duan Congzhen finally raised his head, looked at him lightly, and said calmly, "This is glucose."

"... Oh." The deer looked at him cautiously, trying to find something from his expression, but it was always in vain.

Duan Congzhen's expression was too flat, even the same as usual, which made him feel drummed for a while.

Unconsciously picking at the quilt of the hospital bed, Ji Lu sniffed, only feeling that his body was dripping with sweat, and it was extremely cold when blown by the wind.

After licking his dry lips, the deer whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Duan Congzhen laughed and raised his eyes, "I'm sorry for what?"

"Waste your time." The voice of the deer was small, with guilt.

"You didn't delay too much?" Duan Congzhen chuckled and looked at him strangely.

"...Well." Disappointment flashed in Ji Lu's eyes, he nodded meekly, and continued following Duan Congzhen's words.

Duan Congzhen didn't answer any more, and after a while, he called him, "Bambi."

"...Huh?" Ji Lu hurriedly raised his head.

Duan Congzhen didn't speak anymore, his scrutinizing eyes swept over his upper body hesitantly, paused near his waist, then became a little impatient, lowered his head again, and ignored him.

Ji Lu didn't understand, looked down at the hospital gown on his body in a daze, and suddenly thought of something, said "Oh", and took his hand out of his pocket angrily, "I'm sorry, Brother Duan."

Duan Congzhen didn't like him doing this action, saying that it was annoying to watch, and he always forgot.

Seeing that he had changed it, Duan Congzhen put away the phone and looked up again, "Explain to me what happened tonight."

Hearing this, the deer paused, stiffened visible to the naked eye, pulled the corners of his lips in some embarrassment, and said in a bitter voice, "...Didn't the doctor tell you?"

Duan Congzhen stared straight at him, "Try asking again."

"...I'm sorry." Jilu lowered his head, looked at the needle inserted in the blood vessel, and sighed softly, "I had a nightmare tonight."

"Oh, nightmare." Duan Congzhen repeated his words slowly, turning his head to look at him curiously, "So nightmare is the trigger for your panic disorder?"

Hearing what he said so directly, even the deer's face turned pale, and after a while, he still shook his head, "No. It's...it started after entering Dongqingshan."

After being taken out of the Qingai Welfare Institute by his mother, Ji Lu seemed to have lost his purpose in life, and he was in a daze. The most he did every day was to write letters to Duan Congzhen and guard the old broken phone at home, expecting him to call him .

Later, my mother became more irritable and hated him more and more. Even if Lu didn't do anything at home, he would be severely abused.

Unable to bear this high-pressure control, the deer's mental condition deteriorated and he was soon diagnosed with mild anxiety disorder.

In fact, this degree of illness did not reach the point of a nursing home, but his mother sent him in for convenience.

Originally, he only wanted to stay there for a year, but after a year, his mother didn't come to pick him up as promised, and even Lu couldn't get out.

Staying in that kind of place, you have to be cured if you are not sick.

He wrote many letters to Duan Congzhen, telling him the address and phone number of the nursing home, begging him to come and see him, or give him a call.

Believe me, if you send it out one by one, everything will go down the drain.

After staying in Dongqingshan for seven years, he never received a single call from Duan Congzhen.

After listening to him, Duan Congzhen was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Why doesn't the mental hospital treat patients?"

Ji Lu shook his head and said weakly, "I don't know."

Before entering Dongqingshan, he also thought that this place could cure him, but standing in front of the rusty iron gate and being dragged in by the doctor, he realized that this is not the case.

Originally, he could come out in one year, but he stayed for seven years.

Duan Congzhen didn't speak anymore, and looked at him silently for a while before continuing to ask, "What medicine did you take?"

"...I don't know. The doctor prescribed it, and I don't understand the writing on the bottle."

"Why did you stop taking the medicine?" Duan Congzhen asked again, his tone was cold and judgmental.

"Finished."

"Healed?" Duan Congzhen smiled, a little mockingly.

"No."

"Then why don't you continue to take the medicine?"

"..."

Ji Lu was silent for a moment, licked the corners of his lips lightly, and said in a low voice, "Because you said, you are the doctor, and I don't need to see other doctors."

The ward fell silent in an instant, even the sound of Duan Congzhen holding the lighter and knocking on the table stopped.

Ji Lu even paused for a moment when he heard his breathing, and seemed slightly surprised.

"Did I say that?" Duan Congzhen asked back, with an uncontrollable suspicion in his voice, although he didn't speak much, it still made Ji Lu feel oppressed.

Duan Congzhen is scary when he is calm, that is, Lu thinks he is going to be angry, but when he is not angry, it is even more terrifying.

Because at this time, Duan Congzhen is often thinking, thinking about how to punish him.

Ji Lu couldn't guess what Duan Congzhen was thinking.

"...It seems that I have said so." Ji Lu replied cautiously.

Duan Congzhen glanced at him, expressionless, "You remember wrong, I never said that."

Ji Lu paused slightly, "But that day..."

"I didn't go to the doctor, blame me?" Duan Congzhen interrupted him, his eyes were as cold as ice, he stared at him for a while, and then smiled as if he realized it, "Bambi, are you Don’t you have money to see a doctor?”

"I..." Ji Lu looked at him in astonishment, not understanding why he came to this conclusion.

"Tell me if you don't have money, it's not like I won't give it to you," Duan Congzhen sneered, "You can't wrong me, can you?"

"..."

"You are so fragile, I can't afford to delay your treatment."

"That was not what I meant……"

"Don't I remember what I said? Is it necessary for me to lie to you?" Duan Congzhen glanced at him impatiently, and warned in a low voice, "I'll be so angry with you next time."

"...Mmm." Jilu nodded, no longer trying to defend himself, "I was wrong."

In view of his good attitude of admitting his mistakes, Duan Congzhen stopped being cold-faced and poured him a glass of water, "What's the phone number of your consultant?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Help you make an appointment for psychological counseling." Duan Congzhen was very impatient with his dawdling attitude, and his voice was a little irritable.

Not daring to provoke him again, Ji Lu took out his phone and handed it over.

While saving the number, Duan Congzhen asked casually, "You never told me that your illness is still not recovering."

Hearing this, Ji Lu was stunned, his haggard face turned pale instantly, and he looked at him in horror, "I..."

"Deliberately concealing your illness, what do you want to do?" Duan Congzhen frowned, "If you get sick at my house and something happens, will I also be held responsible?"

"I'm not." Ji Lu shook his head in a panic. Hearing such a severe accusation, he was a little flustered. He was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he had to explain repeatedly, "I have been taking medicine and I am also cooperating with the treatment. I am almost on the mend. It's a big deal..."

"Oh, that means I made you suffer from a relapse?" Duan Congzhen smiled angrily, looking at him in surprise.

"No..." Ji Lu explained feebly, but found that he couldn't explain what he said, but the description became darker and darker.

"Okay." Duan Congzhen nodded with a sneer, "You came to my house yourself, you pestered me, and now you're blaming me again, what do you mean?"

"No, I never blamed you..." Ji Lu's eyes were reddened, his throat was so dry, and he felt a burning pain when he spoke, "I didn't blame you, brother Duan... I just thought I'd be fine soon Oh, it’s me who thinks I’m smart... I’m afraid you won’t want me after you find out, don’t get me wrong..."

Duan Congzhen looked at him coldly, without making a sound, without any response, his dark eyes contained a slight anger, with unfathomable danger, which sent a chill down Ji Lu's spine.

After a while, Duan Congzhen stood up from his chair, making a gesture to leave.Ji Lu panicked, and desperately raised his hand to grab the man's sleeve, "Brother Duan, don't go."

Duan Congzhen didn't speak, and there was no need to break away.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't hide it..." Even the deer admits all his mistakes, no matter how the needle on the back of his hand shifts, he doesn't care about anything, "Don't go, don't want me, I'm mentally ill I have been in the hospital for seven years, and I miss you every day, every time I can't survive...Brother Duan, don't leave, okay?"

The man's voice was trembling, with a dark and hoarse cry, begging as if he gave up all his self-esteem, he was more humble than ever before, but he refused to let go of his hand, as if he was afraid that once he let go, he would never let go of his hand again. not coming back.

Duan Congzhen lowered his eyes and pursed his lips tightly, looking at the blood flowing back from the needle tube on the back of Ji Lu's hand, his eyes were slightly dazed.

After a while, he turned his wrist and held the man's cold and trembling hand, his voice was low and cold, but his tone softened after all, "If I didn't want you, I wouldn't have begged my mother to take me to the orphanage to see you every day. "