Tales on the Green Train

Cutting first and playing later is a very effective strategy for many things, especially when dealing with people, because people's hearts are made of flesh. If the result is already in front of them, if you say a few words, most people will reluctantly accept it. It makes sense to cook raw rice and cooked rice.

After Zhang Yan returned to Acropolis to pack his luggage, he rushed to Yan City and spent the whole day on the train.

After getting on the train, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message: See you in four hours.

He and Yang Peidong agreed to meet in a coffee shop under their hospital. Zhang Yan always felt uneasy about having an affair, which made him unconsciously build a wall in his heart - between him and Yang Peidong.But who asks for help and draws a clear line with others?

Zhang Yan closed his eyes and adjusted his state of mind. At that time, he must not let others see that he was uncomfortable. It would be embarrassing.

Not long after Zhang Yan walked out of the station, he heard his annoying bell ringing.When the phone was connected, Yang Peidong said, "Look at the back."

Looking back, Zhang Yan saw a white car with its flashing lights on. He couldn't help but "tsk" in his heart, and the feeling of having an affair in his heart began to tingle.

Zhang Yan continued to answer the phone and walked over. When he saw the person, he hung up the phone, and jokingly said, "You still answer it yourself? I'm a little embarrassed, obviously I begged you to do something."

Yang Peidong smiled and raised his head, indicating to get in the car.

Zhang Yan used all his cultivation to persuade himself to take the co-pilot instead of the back seat - after all, if you sit in the back seat, you have the feeling of completely treating someone else as the driver, which is not what a relationship should look like.

Zhang Yan said pleasantly, "Are you admitted to the university in Yancheng?"

He turned around and realized that Yang Peidong really looked like an urban elite, dressed in a neat suit, and behaved thoughtfully and politely.He wondered if he was thinking too much, and they didn't plan to do anything to him, after all, so many years had passed.

Thinking of this, I feel a lot more at ease, the chair is not so hard, and I don't feel like I am having an affair, but just meeting an old friend whom I haven't seen for many years.

Zhang Yan moved a little bit, only to hear Yang Peidong say: "You got into Yancheng University. I'll take you to see my master first. He is free at this time. The patient has passed six years and needs more experienced doctors." Only then can we see something - have all the cases been brought?"

Zhang Yan finally felt relieved: "Bring it, I have copied all the documents."

Yang Peidong nodded, and then continued to drive attentively.

There was a severe traffic jam in Yancheng. After Zhang Yan's uneasiness eased, he spoke smoothly. The two of them came and went, and the atmosphere in the car suddenly eased a lot.

Four or ten minutes later, they finally arrived at the Yancheng Mental Health Center.

Yang Peidong parked the car, and explained while walking quickly: "Yancheng is like this, traffic jams every day, especially at night, there is a lot of nightlife here, and the doors don't close at three or four in the morning."

Zhang Yan closely followed his footsteps: "The Acropolis is the same, it's not the same."

Due to the schedule of a more experienced master, the two of them got out of the car and stopped talking nonsense, before the chief physician left after work, blocking him at the entrance of the hospital.

The gray-bearded old man was just about to go out when he was pushed back by the two young men, and he was shocked at the time.

"Master... don't go, I told you before." He pointed to Zhang Yan, and he took a breath, "Help me a favor."

Si Yongjing stroked his presbyopic glasses and said calmly, "Come in."

Si Yongjing sat on the chair, stretched out his hand in a very stylish manner, and Zhang Yan quickly brought him a glass of water.

Si Yongjing: "..."

Yang Peidong: "..."

Yang Peidong let out a "tsk", unloaded the backpack on his own initiative, and then dug out all the materials of Hu's mother and neatly placed them on the table.

Zhang Yan: "..."

Is your mouth long for venting?

Si Yongjing flipped through stacks of inspection reports, holding a piece of film up to the light to look at it from time to time.The films he has seen now are all taken four or five years ago, and other doctors he has seen have also seen them, but they are just a basic step in diagnosis.

Patient: Wang Wenli (Mother Hu)

Condition: unable to speak, memory blurred, hallucinations occasionally. ——A reexamination after one year showed that the memory returned to normal, without hallucinations, and the patient continued to be anxious——The chief doctor of the reexamination four years later suggested that there was a tendency to develop depression.

The functional indicators of the vocal tract were normal in CT examination, and brain tissue lesions and other factors were excluded in MRI examination.

The initial diagnosis is hysterical aphasia, and it is recommended to receive psychological treatment accompanied by rehabilitation training.

"It's been six years." Si Yongjing looked at it for a long time and suddenly opened his mouth. Zhang Yan couldn't react in time, so he hurriedly responded.

Si Yongjing gave people a very cold feeling, but his tone of speech was unexpectedly gentle, which was the iconic kind of gentleness that had been cultivated for many years.I guess it's because I spend more time with patients, and I have practiced speaking nicely every day.

"It's been too long, but the possibility of a cure is not impossible."

Zhang Yan held his breath, and it was the habit of doctors to comfort him vaguely.The first thing he thinks about is the worst: "Is the possibility very subtle?".

"No," Si Yongjing said, "People will feel depressed if they don't speak all the time, especially when the patient can't read a few characters, there is no way to express themselves at all. Weird. But—”

Zhang Yan's heart made him grab a "but", and he suspected that this old man who studied psychology did it on purpose.

"However, it is possible for a mental illness to recover on its own, especially when the patient's mental strength is strong enough. As long as she does not develop into depression, it is possible to recover with psychotherapy and language training. The key is to see if the patient is willing to cooperate. The onset itself is slow, and the process of treatment is also a process of exploration. The patient cooperates, and if he cuts the right direction at the beginning, it will be faster. More serious, and even cause a variety of diseases."

Zhang Yan frowned slightly, and his whole heart was pulled - he couldn't guarantee whether Mama Hu would cooperate, and if she didn't, he would be the one to bear the price.

Yang Peidong nodded knowingly.The patient's non-cooperation is the biggest difficulty in their treatment. In the words of their instructors, it is a battle of wits and courage with the patient every day-"You need to have two mental systems, one for normal people and one for patients. , and always maintain great rationality, so as not to be taken over by patients, especially students who come into contact with mental patients after graduation..."

Yang Peidong conservatively chose psychotherapy after graduation, and did not go to a mental hospital to refresh the system N times a day to play.

Si Yongjing tidied up his things and added: "No matter what the disease is, it's best to let the patient come over in person. Just looking at the information is only a general expression of medical opinions, and the right medicine must be prescribed."

Si Yongjing got up and was about to leave, but Yang Peidong hurriedly said, "I'll take you back, teacher, I've wasted so much time."

Si Yongjing has worked for 40 years. At the beginning, he had no money to buy a car, and later he had no time to get a driver's license. Anyway, he still takes the bus to and from work.I don't know if it's because of heredity, but his hair became gray when he was in his sixties, and he couldn't find a single black hair when he picked it up carefully. When he got on the bus, people rushed to give up his seat, and he sat comfortably.

Si Yongjing couldn't find a smile in the deep wrinkles on Si Yongjing's face. Zhang Yan felt that his daily love and patience were probably dedicated to the patients during the day, so he drooped his face after work.Tch, how can a young man care about an old man?What's more, he is such an awesome old man.

Zhang Yan intuitively felt that Si Yongjing's haughty appearance might not be able to say polite words like "that's a good relationship", so he rushed forward and took the document bag in his hand, and conveniently stuffed the materials he brought into the bag, He said with a smile: "I just happened to be taking a ride, so I'm sorry to delay you for so long. I'll discuss it with my family later and bring the patient back for you to see for yourself."

After Yang Peidong sent Si Yongjing home, he reversed the car and looked at the dazed person in the co-pilot.The front of the car turned around flexibly and left the gate of the community: "He has to deal with too many patients during the day, so he seems a bit lazy after get off work, can you understand?"

Zhang Yan lowered his eyelashes to indicate that he understood, and then thought that Yang Peidong might not be able to see this tiny movement, so he said "um", adjusted his sitting posture, and looked thoughtfully at the lights that gradually lit up outside the car. neon sign.

There was no music playing in the car. Zhang Yan had something on his mind, so the car was quiet and natural.It took a long time for Yang Peidong to break the silence: "I really didn't expect you to come to me."

Zhang Yan: "..."

In fact, I didn't think of it either.

Zhang Yan coughed dryly: "Thank you this time, if you have anything to talk about in the future."

Yang Peidong looked at him with a meaningful expression on his face suddenly smiling, and Zhang Yan was stunned - he didn't understand what this expression meant.

"What does your expression mean?" Zhang Yan asked with a smile.

Yang Peidong shook his head and said nothing.

Tch, pretending to be mysterious.

"Is this patient important to you?" Yang Peidong asked.

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking of Hu Bing, "Yeah".

He originally wanted to add that he was the mother of a good friend of mine, but he was afraid that Yang Peidong would pursue the question, so he simply omitted it.

"It may not be appropriate for me to say this, after all, he is my master," Yang Peidong said seriously, "Si Yongjing is very skilled in medicine, but he is more greedy—I mean now, he was not like this before, um, to be exact Said it was not as harsh as it is now."

Zhang Yan looked at him: "How to say?"

Yang Peidong explained: "Si Yongjing has a son who is old and well-loved. He just bought a house in the center of Yancheng City recently." Yang Peidong glanced at him and motioned: Do you understand?

The land in Yancheng is probably the most expensive in the whole country.Generally, cities with high housing prices are either economically developed or have a beautiful environment. Yancheng has both.It's twice as expensive.

"So he is short of money now? If it weren't for you, he might not have come to see me, a poor boy today," Zhang Yan said.

Yang Peidong laughed lightly: "I'm not asking you for credit, I just want you to pay more attention to his face, it's fine if he doesn't express it, if there is a hint, you'd better understand - smart people don't like to be with fools deal."

"He probably won't hint at me, no matter how deep the friendship is, there is still a relationship with you."

"Without money, you can push the ghosts," Yang Peidong said helplessly.

Zhang Yan said nothing.

It was already dark at this time, and he looked out the window through the car window, and accidentally noticed Yang Peidong's reflection—a neat suit, a high-achieving student, and a sense of competence and reliability in his bones.

This person...why does he feel a bit like Hu Bing?

As soon as this idea appeared, he was stunned. Why did he compare him with Hu Bing?

An unbelievable and subtle analysis habitually flooded Zhang Yan's mind for a moment, and then he suppressed it with a sentence: "The hotel in front put me down, I'm exhausted after a long day of driving - I will invite you another day." you drink."

Yang Peidong glanced at him, turned on the lane change lights, and slowly stepped on the brakes.

"I'll take you to the station when you're leaving? Just make a phone call." Yang Peidong lowered the window and said, "I'll also do my landlord's favor. If you have anything to order, you can order it."

Zhang Yan shook his head tiredly, his eyes tended to be inseparable, "I don't even know when I'm leaving, let's talk about it when the time comes. I'm a little tired today, so I'll go back first, bye."

Zhang Yan almost closed his eyes and walked to the front desk, then took the key and went upstairs.Yang Peidong watched him walk into the stairs before starting the car, feeling a little confused for a moment, not knowing what it was like.

Judging from his views on men, Zhang Yan is still very charming, even more charming than seven years ago, because the skeleton has grown, making him more mysterious and aura.He vaguely remembered the first time he saw him—a 13-year-old boy, wearing a snow-white sportswear, his pupils still had a childish look, but his temperament was soft and warm, and he seemed more mature than his peers be sensible.

He was crowded in the corner by a group of girls laughing and laughing. Those girls didn't spare their fists. Zhang Yan curled up and hugged his firstborn to be beaten by them, neither getting angry nor fighting back.After the girls had played enough, Zhang Yan stood up. There was still a smile in his eyes——his eyes were always smiling. He casually brushed off the non-existent dust on his clothes, and scolded with a smile: "This society is a place where you can't get out of bed." It's too violent, I haven't posted it in this day!"

After that, Yang Peidong found an opportunity to get to know him, and the two gradually became good friends.It wasn't until Zhang Yan was about to transfer to another school that he couldn't help showing his cards.Unexpectedly, Zhang Yan was so frightened that he had to avoid him while walking for several days. He really left soon after. I heard that he never went to school again.

Yang Peidong lit a cigarette and opened the car window. He felt that the two of them should get along very well, but Zhang Yan obviously didn't have any unreasonable thoughts about him.

It is really inhumane to break people up abruptly, and thousands of words can only be reduced to one sigh.

When Yang Peidong recalled with emotion, Zhang Yan had already taken a warm hot bath - he just felt that it was not worth spending money to stay in a hotel without taking a hot bath...

Zhang Yan lay on the bed, took the mobile phone and called Hu Bing to briefly explain the situation.Hu Bing didn't say anything about it, and had a commonplace attitude.Zhang Yan always felt that he was slandering him: every doctor said so, but in the end it was useless, you have made this trip in vain.

Zhang Yanquan thought he was stupid, and didn't understand the deep meaning of his attitude: "I met an old friend here, and asked him to help me a little. Don't be jealous then."

He felt that it was time to start showing the tip of the iceberg and give him a vaccination, otherwise the whole iceberg suddenly appeared a little thunderous, and it was easy to burn.

"Oh... am I as handsome as you?" Hu Bing asked.He felt that this was the most threatening thing to Zhang Yan, the appearance association.

"Well, this... If you just look at the face, it really doesn't matter."

"You mean he's better than me in other ways?"

Zhang Yan jokingly said, "Maybe it's because I entered society after graduation. I feel like a social elite...it's pretty cool."

Hu Bing: "..."

Zhang Yan added in time after teasing: "Don't worry, you will be cooler than him in the future."

The two chatted for a few more words before hanging up the phone.