cheongsam boy

"Please ask Song Lin on the 68th to go to the third department for treatment, please ask Song Lin on the 68th to go to the third department for treatment, please go to the third department on the 68th..."

When the number machine yelled for the third time, Song Rin knocked on the door of the consultation room, and as soon as he entered, before the outpatient doctor could speak, he handed over the newly printed medical records in his hand, and went straight to the topic Said.

"Hello doctor, this is the case book I have visited in the past. The last blood sampling and brain CT was done on the 23rd of last month. I just finished a course of treatment yesterday."

Hearing Song Rin's proficient expressions, the doctor understood a little bit. He silently skipped the inquiry process of the previous items, and directly moved the mouse to the column of "Medical History and Experience". Checked it.

The doctor took over the medical records, which were very thick. Although the name of the hospital was printed on the cover, it was full of medical records in other hospitals, not only in China, but also in foreign countries.

This is a printed electronic version of the medical history. The paper records the 11 years of the depressed patient in front of me.

The doctor turned to the last confirmed case, and after confirming that it was not caused by a physical disease through the results of blood sampling and brain CT scan, he began to make a further diagnosis.

The doctor asked: "When was the most recent episode of depression?"

Song Rin frowned and thought about it: "The morning before yesterday, but the exact time cannot be determined."

The doctor glanced at him and softened his voice: "Relax, it's okay if you're not sure. Did you have any symptoms during the attack?"

"It started with heart palpitations, and then I couldn't breathe well. I felt chills from the back to the back of my head," Song Rin said as he turned sideways to show the doctor's position. "At the end, the whole body was shaking."

"Shaking all over the body? Have you ever had it before?" The doctor looked through the previous cases.

"It used to be," Song Rin replied calmly, watching her rummaging, "It was about two months ago. At the beginning, it was just an indirect trembling for about half an hour. In the end, it would last for a long time. Shaking all day."

When Song Rin spoke, the doctor happened to turn to that page of medical records. At that time, he was still in a hospital abroad. The situation and analysis were written in detail on it, and the name and dosage of the medicine prescribed at that time were also listed next to it.

The effect of the medicine became stronger and stronger, and the dosage was also increased, but even so, it still failed to suppress the aggravation of the disease.

The doctor vaguely felt a little troublesome, and she typed and asked, "What about now, how long will the trembling last?"

"For… a few minutes."

"A few minutes?" Hearing the unexpected answer suddenly, the doctor was very shocked, and her typing hands stopped, "Did you take any medicine?"

"No, I didn't take any medicine," Song Rin shook his head. He looked down at his hands, thinking of something, and his ears turned slightly red. "That's right, I was comforted by someone, and then gradually stopped shaking."

Hearing what Song Rin said, the doctor gave a clear ah, and she nodded: "It is best to have someone who understands and accompany you."

Having said that, she hummed again, quietly observing Song Rin's expression and body movements, and asked tentatively.

"In addition to the above performance, are there other situations, such as... some bad thoughts or behaviors."

While talking, the doctor's gaze swept across Song Rin's neck and wrist, and even carefully sized up his fingers. It is self-evident what this subtle movement reveals.

As soon as his eyes fell on his body, Song Rin immediately froze in vigilance, and he said coldly with his jaw tense: "No."

Song Rin's change of attitude was so obvious that the doctor became suspicious all of a sudden. She couldn't help correcting her expression, but her tone was still gentle.

"Mr. Song, please relax a bit. I'm a doctor and I'm a professional in this area. It's medically normal for some patients to have this kind of behavior. You don't need to have any psychological burden..."

"I said, no." When the words were almost exhausted, Song Rin seemed to finally be unable to bear it, and interrupted impolitely.

He tore off the scarf around his neck and rolled up his sleeves: "Since the diagnosis until now, I have never done any harm to my body, and I have never even thought about it. If you don't believe it, you can read the My previous medical records."

After finishing speaking, Song Rin just rolled up his sleeves, and showed his smooth and unmarked arms in front of the doctor, and then turned his palms over, without any scars on them.

Although the doctor is considered experienced, under Song Rin's cold gaze, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She said awkwardly: "No is the best. Cough, what about your reaction to the medicine? How long is the adaptation period for side effects?"

"I have prescribed strong medicine a few times, but I am not very comfortable with it." Song Rin calmly withdrew his hand, put down his sleeves a little bit, and replied as if chatting, "After switching to a soothing medicine, probably The adaptation period lasts about a week. The reaction is variable, sometimes lethargy, nausea and vomiting, anorexia, but sometimes extreme excitement and want to overeat."

The doctor quickly summed up Song Rin's words: "Then which of these two situations accounts for the most?"

Song Rin: "The first type."

Hearing what Song Rin said, the doctor flipped back through the medicines on his medical record. Suddenly, she didn't know what she saw, her hands froze when she turned the page, and the expression on her face became a little weird and unpredictable.

Song Rin followed her movements and saw the medical record report of the only time he went to the psychological consultation room. His heart sank suddenly, and he reached out to turn the page in the next second.

"Accidentally typed wrong," Song Rin said calmly, "The record of using strong medicine is still ahead."

"Mr. Song," the doctor stretched out his hand to press back his movement, and returned the medical record to the page just now. She stared at Song Rin heavily, "When your illness flares up, besides medicine, what other ways do you have to relieve it?" ?"

Seeing the doctor's actions, Song Rin's face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were full of defense: "This question should not belong to the scope of inquiry of the psychiatric department."

"Of course it doesn't belong according to the professional division." The doctor stepped back a little, trying to make the distance calm the other party's emotions, "but when we prescribe medicine, we also need to refer to the advice and evaluation of the psychological department. Therefore, in the absence of medicine, What kind of method do you usually choose to release your emotions?"

Although what he said was true, Song Rin was still very defensive. He pursed his lips and remained silent, writing the words that he didn't want to talk more directly on his face.

The doctor also saw it. She looked at the assessment given in the medical record, and the words 'extremely rational patient with severe depression' made her difficult.

Such patients are the most difficult to treat.

They are very rational, no matter how violent their emotional outbursts are, they cannot disrupt their normal life trajectory, and they can even rationally analyze the source of the pain amidst the turbulent pain.

But it is precisely because of their reason that they are more depressed, because their emotions cannot be vented and released.

Repression is deadliest in the mind.

The doctor sighed, and lowered his voice to the softest: "Mr. Song, we have responsibilities as doctors. For anyone..."

"No."

Just as the doctor was still racking his brains to persuade him, Song Rin suddenly uttered a word, but it was just two simple words that made people confused.

The doctor didn't respond a little: "What did you say?"

"I said no," Song Rin let go and withdrew his body. He lowered his eyes and replied, "I don't have any way to vent."

Even if it was not a weekend, the hospital was very crowded. Song Rin waited in line for nearly 10 minutes before getting the medicine.

After getting the medicine, he skillfully changed the medicine into the empty bottle in the bag, but this time the doctor prescribed an extra slow-release tablet for him, and he didn't bring the extra empty bottle to pretend, so he had to go first. Put them together in your bag.

After changing the medicine, he tore up the medical records, packed them up, and threw them into the garbage collection bin at the back door of the hospital.

After doing all this, Song Rin's face showed a somewhat comfortable smile. He walked back to the hall, took a glass of water at the water receiving place, and walked out of the hospital while drinking in small sips.

It's not the peak congestion period, and taxis are easier to hail. Song Lin didn't wait long at the entrance of the hospital before waving for one.

Just as he was about to report his address, a phone call came from Yang Xunzi.

Song Rin gestured to the taxi driver to drive first, and then connected to Yang Xunzi's call.

As soon as the call was connected, before Song Rin could speak, a panting voice came from Yang Xunzi's side.

"Chief Song, I want to ask, are you free now?"

Yang Xunzi's voice was panting and urgent, and the noise of people around him was wrapped in the whining wind. Song Rin knew immediately that there must be something that needed help.

He hurriedly said, "I'm free, what do I need to do?"

"That's great," Yang Xunzi breathed a sigh of relief, "It's just that I have something urgent here, but Gu Zhuo needs me to send a document urgently, I really can't get away, can you send it for me for a while?"

After choosing the fabric that day and getting the model's body size, Gu Zhuo and the others took the picture and went to the rented studio to catch up with work that night. In the past two days, except for Song Rin, the whole group was busy without touching the ground. .

When Song Rin himself was so busy at work that he flew up, he had empathy and understanding, so he agreed.

When returning to the hotel by car, Xiao Fang was already waiting downstairs. Song Rin took the materials from him, asked the address of the studio, and prepared to take a taxi there.

"Hey Chief Song, let me take you there." Xiao Fang shouted from the car.

Song Rin sorted out the scattered materials, and waved to him: "If it's not on the way, I'll just take a taxi and go back to Ms. Yang."

Yang Xunzi is negotiating things with several local partners. Although Yang Xunzi is very strong-spirited and quick to do things, how can one person negotiate with several companies? If there is a dinner later, it will be even more difficult.

Xiao Fang thought about it for a while, but didn't insist any more, and after a few polite words with Song Rin, he drove back.

The studio is rented in an art building outside the Fourth Ring Road, which is a well-known art street, where most trendy people such as tattoos, graffiti, and hip-hop are based there.

When Song Rin arrived, it was just the time for them to start a new day. There were skateboarders on the street, and people who drew lines and sprayed graffiti on the wall. It was so lively.

While the proprietress was packing the meals, Song Rin leaned on the door frame and looked at the graffiti outside for a while, but didn't quite understand it, but thought it looked unrestrained and beautiful.

Press the nozzle, move your hand, and the lines will come out from shallow to dark, and then from deep to shallow.

Song Rin only thought it was miraculous, and applauded the man from a distance. After the man heard it, he also respected Song Rin with a spray paint pot from a distance.

After the meal was packed, Song Rin turned into the art building next to him. The art building is quite artistic, and the decoration style is the rare and difficult to understand wabi-sabi style, which is referred to as the most expensive and poor style in the industry. Zen is dilapidated, like a monastery in the ancient century.

When Song Rin arrived on the sixth floor, the setting sun happened to be setting on the far side of the sky on the oblique side of the floor. Dusk came in through the open concrete window and shone on the withered and withered flower branches, adding a bit of depression to life. .

Looking depressed, Song Rin hurriedly looked away, turned around and knocked on the glass door of 601.

"Gu Zhuo, Gu Zhuo, are you there? I'm Song Lin, and Yang Xunzi wants me to send the information."

As soon as Song Rin's voice fell, there was a beep in his ear, and the next second, the glass door in front of him was pulled open forcefully, and Gu Zhuo's figure directly bumped into his eyes.

The continuous staying up late and working made him haggard a lot, his eyes were black and blue, his originally obedient tail hair was messy and curled up on the back of his neck, his body was not very clean, he was wrapped with a tape measure and hung with cloth, very messy.

But apparently, Gu Zhuo hadn't realized this yet, he was overjoyed by Song Rin's arrival, he hurriedly took his hand, and half-welshed and half-pushed him in.

Song Rin put the materials and lunch box on the table: "I put the materials here, and I ordered some food and brought it up. You haven't had dinner yet."

"Nope." Gu Zhuo stayed close to Song Rin, his gaze fell on his face, "What kind of food did you order?"

"Fish-flavored shredded pork and eggplant with minced meat." Song Rin took out the lunch box, "I don't know if it's authentic or not, let's try it first, and order takeaway when it doesn't taste good."

Looking at the meal for two, Gu Zhuo felt uncontrollable joy in his heart. He smiled and said hello, and then helped to open the lunch box and scraped the foam off the chopsticks.

It was originally a temporary rented venue, and the facilities were very simple. Fortunately, neither of them was a very particular person. After pushing the fabric far away, they started to eat on the proofing table.

Not to mention, the restaurant that Song Rin found at random makes quite authentic dishes, especially the minced meat eggplant, which is so soft and rotten that it’s even better than the fish-flavored shredded pork, even though Song Rin doesn’t like it very much If it is oily, it can also be used for bibimbap.

After eating, Gu Zhuo put away the lunch box and threw it into the trash can.

Song Rin took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, tore it apart from the middle together with the wrapping paper, then opened the gap behind, took out a piece from the inside and handed it to Gu Zhuo.

Gu Zhuo looked at the chocolate that was handed over, he didn't take it with his hands, he just lowered his head to hold it, and while rolling it away with his tongue, he also hooked Song Rin's fingertips.

"Forgive me, Chief Song," Gu Zhuo squinted and smiled, "I just finished throwing out the trash, and I haven't had time to wipe my hands, they are dirty."

Gu Zhuo has now completely exposed his true nature, teasing him unscrupulously.

Song Rin stared at him for a while, but in the end he didn't hold back, he pursed his lips and smiled, he picked up the chocolate with that hand and put it into his mouth, raised his eyebrows and said it's okay.

This seemed to give Gu Zhuo the energy to have fun, and as soon as Song Rin finished speaking, he stuck to him, making small movements, from hooking fingers at the beginning to clasping fingers at the end.

Seeing that this person was getting more and more aggressive, Song Rin couldn't help teasing: "Didn't you say that your hands are dirty, what are you doing?"

Gu Zhuo hummed, his expression gradually became a little more serious, he stared at Song Rin, and said solemnly.

"I thought about it for a while, although your hands will get dirty like this, but it's okay, we can wash it off with hand sanitizer together later, maybe we can apply hand cream together. In this way, not only can we With the intimacy on the skin, you can also have the entanglement in the fragrance, so you can kill two birds with one stone, no, you can kill three birds with one stone, how can you miss it."

The author has something to say: Fanwai released the roar last night. I am so happy. Finally, it was the first time I posted a blog without being clipped. It was a success. I don’t know if you have seen it. In fact, it is a bit of a spoiler for the following plot. It would be better to wait until the book is finished, but it's okay to watch now.

I have finally settled down, at least until the next semester starts. Few people live in this house since it was renovated. The sanitation has not been finished since yesterday, and I am exhausted.The previous decoration here is also a bit old now, and I planned to change it. I suggested pretending to be a Wabi-Sabi Fengba, but he directly threw two words at me: no money. (╯▽╰) Well, well, well.

I have no money, so my sons have to be rich, very rich!Very!

I owed two days, counting as 6000 words, and made up 1000 today, leaving 5000.

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