Looking at his aunt lying on his chest, crying hard, Jiang Wuji felt like he couldn't breathe.
Auntie: "You finally woke up, I thought, I thought you, wuwuwu..."
Jiang Wuji: "Don't, don't hold me down...it feels uncomfortable."
"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." My aunt stood up quickly and apologized while wiping her tears.
Jiang Wuji: "I'm thirsty."
Auntie: "Hey, drink."
After a while, with the help of his aunt, Jiang Wuji sat up against the head of the bed.
After scanning the room and finding that he was in the ward, Jiang Wuji asked, "What's wrong with me?"
"You, why did you want to forget about my..." The aunt, who was frowning, hesitated to speak.
"You have a fever, over 42 degrees Celsius, and you are still unconscious!"
"I'm really afraid you'll burn to death."
Jiang Wuji: "You are so horny."
The aunt stretched out her hand and pinched Jiang Wuji's cheek, and scolded with a smile: "You just woke up and you're kidding me?"
"Isn't it because you're crying?" Jiang Wuji sneered, but the feeling of dizziness was really uncomfortable, especially the muscles in his temples were swollen.
Auntie: "I didn't cry, I just had sand in my eyes."
Jiang Wuji: "It must have been bricks."
"..."
Although Jiang Wuji was joking deliberately, the aunt's delicate face still darkened.
A pair of slightly red and swollen almond eyes stared at Jiang Wuji.
"Wuji, tell me honestly, where did... the red hijab on the inside come from?"
Jiang Wuji looked at his haggard-looking aunt and thought to himself.
I lied before because I was afraid that my aunt would think that I was sick again.
And at that time, I didn’t believe that the thing came out of a dream.
But now the continuous dreams have made it difficult for me to distinguish...
My aunt is my dearest person, there is no reason to continue to lie to her.
Besides, if I really got sick, it would be better for me to continue hiding it and get treatment as soon as possible.
…
Jiang Wuji lowered his eyes slightly: "Auntie, I may be... sick."
Upon hearing this answer, the aunt was stunned for a moment, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It's a good thing that Jiang Wuji can say it himself, otherwise if someone else exposes it, it will irritate him.
This kind of stimulation is not a good thing for people with a history of mental illness.
The aunt sat down by the bed, stretched out her hand to gently rub Jiang Wuji's hair, and whispered softly: "It's okay. If you are sick, we will treat it. It's no big deal."
Jiang Wuji nodded, and after a while, he continued.
"I had a very strange dream. I brought that red hijab out of my dream. No... I mean, I also saw that red hijab in my dream."
"By the way, auntie!" Jiang Wuji touched his body and asked, "Where's that red hijab?!"
Auntie: "That... I leave it at home."
"Leave it at home?"
Hearing this answer, Jiang Wuji inexplicably thought of giving the red hijab to his sister.
Now, my aunt said that she should leave the red hijab at home...
etc!
I have a fever, and I also had a fever in the dream! This...why is this?!
Could it be...
Jiang Wuji grabbed his aunt's wrist and said with eyes splitting: "Aunt, you must never touch that red hijab! There is something wrong with that red hijab. When I put it on my head, I saw a ghost.
!”
Auntie: "I, I...I won't wear that kind of thing on my head."
Seeing his aunt's surprised expression, Jiang Wuji immediately reacted.
"I...I know it's not a real ghost. There are no ghosts in this world. I just...in short, I must be sick again."
After saying that, Jiang Wuji's whole body became sluggish and his eyes were empty.
At this time, the aunt patted the back of Jiang Wuji's hand and said comfortingly: "It's okay. I have already contacted Dr. Zhang. He will be there early tomorrow morning. You can cooperate then. If you have any questions, tell the doctor. He will
I will definitely cure you."
Jiang Wuji nodded dully, "Okay."
"Lie down for a while. I'll call the nurse to see if your fever has gone down." The aunt helped Jiang Wuji lie down again, and then hurriedly left the ward.
Next, Jiang Wuji cooperated with the nurse and did some related examinations.
The high fever has gone down, but I am still a little weak.
It's like my body has been hollowed out...
…
It's quiet at night.
Hospitals always give people a depressing feeling.
The smell of disinfectant in the air is a bit pungent.
Tossing and turning until dawn.
Golden light shines into the ward through the light-transmitting window, and dust floats in the beam.
A middle-aged man with a gentle appearance and black-rimmed glasses walked into the ward with his aunt.
Jiang Wuji knew the man in front of him. He was also the one who sent him out of the mental hospital.
My own attending doctor, Zhang Qiliang.
Dr. Zhang showed a kind smile, and his elegant temperament made people feel very close. He said in a magnetic voice: "Classmate Jiang, long time no see."
Jiang Wuji: "Long time no see, Doctor Zhang."
Dr. Zhang moved a stool, sat down by the bed, and then took out paper and pen from his bag.
He adjusted his glasses and said with a smile: "I heard your aunt tell you about you. This kind of situation is actually very common, but you don't have to worry, let alone think it's serious."
"Psychiatric rehabilitation itself is a long process. Compared with other patients, you have performed very well."
Jiang Wuji smiled politely. He had long been tired of hearing such lies to a three-year-old child.
If it wasn't serious, he would have come all the way here?
Of course, it may be that my aunt gave me enough money...
"Ms. Su, I want to talk to classmate Jiang alone." Dr. Zhang looked at the aunt beside him.
Auntie: "Ah, okay! I'm just going to ask when I can be discharged from the hospital. I'm fine. Please cooperate with Dr. Zhang. It's not easy for him to come here."
Jiang Wuji: "I understand, auntie."
After the aunt left, Dr. Zhang unscrewed the cap of the pen in his hand.
"When people sleep, brain cells will also enter a state of relaxation and rest, but some brain cells are not completely rested, and weak stimulation will cause activity, thus triggering dreams."
"Dreams, whether they are sweet dreams or nightmares, happen to everyone. Sometimes they even happen, but when they wake up the next day, they can't remember anything."
"These are normal phenomena."
Doctor Zhang smiled and said, "Tell me, what did you dream about? If possible, please be as detailed as possible."
Jiang Wuji looked at the gentle and elegant Dr. Zhang in front of him and was silent for a long time.
In the end, Jiang Wuji did not choose to answer Dr. Zhang's question directly, but asked: "Doctor Zhang, before we start, can I ask a question first?"
Dr. Zhang put down his pen and said with a smile: "It's okay, just ask."
