Weird Gacha Machine

Yin Mu was disappointed for a while when he heard these words. Originally, it was self-inflicted to be seated, but he happened to be the kind of person the words meant.

Someone who thinks about Song Qingqiao behind his back.

"Hey." He took a pack of yam tablets from the food shelf and threw them into the shopping cart.

Being dragged out by Song Xiangyi to go shopping in the supermarket early in the morning, Yin Mu understood what he was thinking, but there was nothing good to say except sighing.

"Hey." Song Xiangyi also sighed deeply.

"Looked at his phone yesterday, but there was really nothing there." Yin Mu pushed the cart and looked at Mr. Song who also had a worried face.

Mr. Song has become more and more sloppy since he returned to teach at B University. He got a not-so-authentic mullet head. After returning to China, the food was better than when he was in Japan. He gained more than a little weight, completely Like a fat house.

"I really can't tell he's sick." Song Xiang told the truth, Song Qingqiao was the same as before in his eyes, it's definitely not very good, but it's not that bad.

The two wandered to the vegetable section, but they didn't know how to pick vegetables, so they randomly took according to Zhisuilie's list.

"He has been harassed by fans on Weibo recently, and he is very upset." Yin Mu said.

"Did not see it."

How could it be seen, even Yin Mu couldn't see it, if Song Qingqiao hadn't accidentally discovered it, Song Qingqiao wouldn't have told him about it at all.

"Why don't you tell him directly." Song Xiangyi thought for a while, and finally came up with this bullshit solution.

Who was the one who said not to show their cards before?

"Do you think it's feasible?" Yin Mu said helplessly, "Anyway, I don't think it's feasible."

"This brother is really bad."

It was only early nine o'clock when Yin Mu returned home, Song Qingqiao hadn't fallen asleep on the bed, it seemed that she had been busy on the workbench for some time.

There are five or six broken drafts in hand, and the top one has already been sketched out, and it is estimated that the train of thought is wrong, so it is discarded.

"Brother Qiao, I'll use your mobile phone to read Weibo." Yin Mu asked him for instructions, took out his mobile phone and went out.

Anyway, it doesn't matter if Song Qingqiao heard it or not, it's better not to hear it.

After Song Xiangyi's advice, Yin Mu had some ideas.Even if Song Qingqiao changed his mobile phone frequently, in order to contact Ms. Zeng's Hospital, the mobile phone card number will definitely not change, as can be seen from his more than 500 contacts.Therefore, the doctor can only be fished out from more than 500 contacts.So if Song Qingqiao wanted to hide without anyone noticing, so that no one could find any doubts, how would he save the phone?Either directly the name, or a note that does not raise suspicion.

It's very simple, the biggest possibility is that it is hidden in the hospital 12345... which is frequently contacted.

There are a total of ten numbers prefixed with hospitals and frequently contacted.Excluding the "head nurse of the hospital" and "Doctor Zhang of the hospital", there are still eight.If Yin Mu remembered correctly, Zeng Ruoyu's attending doctor was surnamed Zhang.

The remaining eight can only be tried one by one, and try backwards.

Unsurprisingly, there was no need to connect to the phone, and the ring tone was just "Hello, this is the No. [-] Psychiatric Hospital in City B".

Impossible, is it possible that it is not hidden here?

Yin Mu thought about it and habitually dialed the next number, he also forgot which number it was.

Um! ?This ringtone is different!

"Hey."

After two beeps, it was picked up. It was a woman's voice.

"Hello." Yin Mu squeezed his throat and responded, hoping to sound more like Song Qingqiao.

"Cold?" said the other side.

"Ah."

There was no sound for a long time, the microphone must have been muffled.

Yin Mu waited patiently.

"Doctor Zhang said don't take the smallest bottle first, and don't take cold medicine if you don't have a fever." The female voice continued.

It's this number!

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Yin Mu took a look, and it turned out to be... the "Hospital Doctor Zhang" who had been eliminated.

Thanks to the blessing of the Bodhisattva, I, Yin, also ran into a dead mouse once.

Yin Mu hurriedly went to find Song Xiangyi, but fortunately he lived in the opposite door, and only then did he finally realize the benefits of living close.

"Look... found it!"

Song Xiangyi, who was still holding Xiao Xingche, threw the child on the ground: "Hurry up and call and ask which hospital it is."

Coincidentally, the hospital is in the city center.

"Wait a minute, this place." Song Xiangyi said thoughtfully, "It's very close to Song Qingqiao Middle School."

At noon, Zhang Ran was sitting in the lounge eating a boxed lunch.

It is not easy to be a doctor, and it is even more difficult to be a psychiatrist. The patients I receive every day are all kinds of strange, and there will always be one or two patients who are moaning without illness, and there will always be some patients who have mistaken psychiatry and neurology.The scale of their hospital is not small, but it is a general hospital after all, and the psychiatric department is not ranked high in the city. He is a returnee who has achieved success in his studies, and he has not even been rated as an associate professor after working for four or five years.

"Doctor Zhang, Mr. Yin who made an appointment in the morning has arrived." Lin Shen called him, and Zhang Ran put down his chopsticks and went downstairs.

It's strange that he, a little-known little doctor, can still be called to make an appointment. After all, he is not an expert for consultation, is he?

Seeing him coming down, Lin Shen said, "You two are here."

Yin Mu and Song Xiangyi sat inside and looked around. The office was very big, but most of it was separated by curtains. Inside the curtains was a hospital bed and a large locker.

Zhang Ran seemed to be in his early thirties, and he was kind and mature. Seeing the two of them, he said, "The family members should wait outside."

"Hello, Doctor Zhang, we're not here to see a doctor." Yin Mu replied.

But Zhang Ran was greeted with a sneer: "Most people who come here say that."

Reluctantly, Song Xiang said that he didn't have the time to be polite and nonsense, and went straight to the point: "My brother is your patient, and we are here to understand his situation."

Yin Mu then added: "It won't take too long. If someone comes, we can talk after you finish your work."

Zhang Ran looked at the two of them, his smile gradually faded away.The particularity of this industry is that a doctor should respect patients and protect their privacy, otherwise it is hard to say what will happen.

"Name." Zhang Ran flipped through the notebook, and first checked the situation of the person they wanted to ask before making a decision.

"Song Qingqiao." Song Xiang replied.

Zhang Ran raised his head abruptly, met their gazes, and then seriously looked at the person who was Song Qingqiao's brother, staring for a while: "No comment."

It's not that Yin Mu can't understand, they have also learned the basic ethics of being a doctor.It's just that the situation is tricky now, and it concerns very important people, so it's hard to calm down with such an urgent mood.

"Don't you just want him to suffer by himself all the time? You don't know that he has been treating us without telling us, but now that his condition has developed to this point, if he doesn't stop the loss in time, he will only have two extreme results. One is to survive. , and the second is that it will never get better." Yin Mu said, "If your doctors and patients cooperate, then our family members will just stare blankly and do nothing, can you really help him solve his heart disease?"

Zhang Ran remained silent for a while, during which he thought a lot.Song Qingqiao is equally difficult and special to him. He is his first patient and a person who has run through his career so far. It is difficult to deal with, but he does not tolerate giving up.

"It's been so many years, and it's only now that I think of helping him?"

These words were obviously addressed to Song Xiangyi as his elder brother.

Zhang Ran took out a folder, and the label on the side was Song Qingqiao's name: "Five years of medical records are all inside."

The record on the first page is July 2015, 7, the summer vacation when Song Qingqiao graduated from junior high school.The words in the record column are too hasty to make people look hard, and the final conclusion is mild depression.Afterwards, Song Qingqiao's visits to the hospital were stable at once a week until the school started in September. It seemed that although the condition was not good, at least it was much more stable and did not get worse.One year after the start of school, the frequency was basically twice a month, and it became once a month in the second year, and there was an outbreak in the third year of high school.It was during the summer vacation immediately before entering the third year of high school, that is, the time when he cut his wrists for the second time as he told Yin Mu.The records of that year are very rich.

Then I went to university in 2018, and my condition returned to a low tide. Until 2020, that is, in January this year, I was diagnosed with hypomanic depression.It's a diagnosis.

Until April, Song Qingqiao still maintained the frequency of going to the hospital twice a month.

For five years, his treatment has never stopped.

The landline on Zhang Ran's desk rang, Lin Shen called in, and he hung up after two hums.

"The patient you want to see is here." Zhang Ran said.

What! ?Why come at this time! ?Shouldn't he be drawing at home at this time! ?

Song Xiangyi was not as stupefied as Yin Mu, and dragged him behind the curtain, sitting on the hospital bed with his feet up.

"What!?" Yin Mu asked in a low voice.

"Listen to their chat content."

Zhang Ran didn't allow it either, anyway, he was too lazy to start from the beginning of what these two people wanted to know, so it's better to let them listen and understand by themselves.I don't know if it's right to do this, but it's unavoidable that it's a bit inhumane to Song Qingqiao.

Song Qingqiao knocked on the door twice and came in without saying hello.

"Back before five o'clock?" Zhang Ran asked.

Song Qingqiao nodded.

On Wednesday, Yin Mu had classes in the afternoon until six o'clock, and today he asked Lao Li for leave.

"I heard from Ah Shen that you have a cold?" Zhang Ran continued to ask.

"No, it's very good." Song Qingqiao's tone was extremely flat, and she didn't have any doubts about Zhang Ran's words.

"Still not going?"

where to?Can you speak more clearly, Yin Mu slandered.

"No." Song Qingqiao said, "I can't fulfill her request at all."

Zhang Ran stared at him intently: "How do you feel recently?"

"No, the medicine you prescribed is useless at all."

"It's terrible, now I think my medicine is useless."

Yin Mu and Song Xiangyi hid inside and didn't dare to say a word, because Song Qingqiao and Zhang Ran chatted surprisingly quietly, each of them said a sentence, asked and answered.

"Doctor Zhang." Song Qingqiao took off his glasses and put them on the table, "My mind is blank now. I heard every word you said, but I can't remember a single word. It was the same when I was drawing a manuscript. What the pen wants to draw and the next one doesn’t match at all, can’t you give me some way to get immediate results? What’s the difference between me being like a waste now?”

He spoke so suddenly but so plainly, his anxiety and helplessness could not be heard at all, it was like a chat that couldn't be more ordinary, if you can see him now, it is probably related to what he said Can't get up.

However, what is the difference between it and a waste? How helpless is it to be able to say it to yourself?

The author has something to say:

There is a problem with jj... Obviously every time I corrected the typo and the revision was successful, I still haven't changed it after sending it out...

Brothers and sisters, please forgive me!