"Hi, hello, Psychiatric Department 3102... Yes, I am."
Schiller picked up the phone and listened to the conversation over there. Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and then they heard Schiller sigh heavily and said: "You mean, there is a family member in the intensive care unit now because of a relative.
I cried until I collapsed and refused to leave the bed. Do you want us to conduct emergency psychological intervention?"
Several young interns stood up. They knew they were here to work. This kind of work is relatively easy to do. There is no need to go through the disinfection process and change clothes. They work early and return early. The tasks assigned by the supervisor are also counted as supervision time. This is
It's a relatively good mission.
As a result, they heard Schiller say bluntly: "Madam, I would like to ask, if your father passed away, would you be sad? ... Of course, we would, so now you want me to give up a three-minute
The poor girl whose former biological father had just passed away happily jumped out of the intensive care unit with laughter?"
"Feeling sad for the death of a loved one is a normal emotion, not a disease. If she takes up the bed, then call the security guard. If you don't want to treat her so rudely, then go and persuade her and make her a cup of hot water.
coffee."
"Of course not. The jurisdiction of psychiatry is the human brain. The parts below the cerebellum, including the mouth, are not within our jurisdiction, so you have to do it yourself."
After speaking, Schiller hung up the phone. The interns looked at each other and finally sat down.
Charles frowned slightly, because his mind-reading ability had already searched for the lady who was crying until she collapsed. She had fainted from crying and was being carried away. A heavy feeling of sadness lingered in the entire corridor.
"Well...should we, I mean, out of humanitarianism...comfort her a little bit?"
"No, Charles." Schiller shook his head and firmly rejected him, saying: "I think you should completely understand what I said. This is not a disease, it is just a normal human emotion, and you are a doctor.
, you can’t ask a healthy person to hold back his emotions, that’s inhumane.”
Charles reluctantly agreed to this statement, and Schiller continued: "I think you have remembered the jurisdiction I just mentioned. Please strictly follow this scope in the future. I know this may be counterintuitive, but...
"
Jingle bell! Jingle bell!
Schiller answered the phone again and said: "Hello, psychiatry department 3102."
"Let me say it again, Ms. Ross, when a person is hospitalized for 12 weeks, undergoes four surgeries, and lies either on the bed in the inpatient department or on the operating table 24 hours a day, unable to eat, drink, or defecate on his own,
What he needs is to go around the yard in a wheelchair as much as possible, rather than having someone in a white coat run over there and chat with him, especially when he is only 12 years old!"
Schiller hung up the phone again, and this time David pursed his lips. Charles still said: "Do we really not need to provide counseling for such a young patient? He must feel very uncomfortable and scared."
"We must first rule out the possibility of mental problems caused by organic disease. If his body has not recovered to its best condition, then all the mental and emotional problems he presents are not mental illnesses. Do you understand what I mean?"
Of course Charles could understand what Schiller meant. To put it simply, when a person is weak, he will be depressed. This is very normal. Except for masochists, no one can be happy when they are in pain. Such emotions
The problem is not a mental illness, it is the most normal human emotional reaction.
So theoretically speaking, this kind of emotion is not under the control of psychiatry. On the contrary, if a person is particularly weak in body but very excited in spirit, then he is likely to be a mental patient because he violates the laws of human emotions.
, which means there may be something wrong with his brain.
“So where do you draw the line?” Charles asked. “At what point do we need to intervene?”
"Until they have typical external manifestations." Schiller said: "Please remember that prescriptions can only be prescribed when there are manifestations. If there are only emotions, then go to the psychology department to find a counselor. Never let a patient tell you that he is unhappy.
, you just prescribe him medicine, this is not what a psychiatrist should do."
Schiller crossed one leg over the other and said, "The hardest thing about this business is not accepting patients, but rejecting them, because that's quite counterintuitive and somewhat unethical."
"The patient is right in front of you, and he's acting miserable, and you know he has anger, sadness, and resentment that he wants to express, but all you can do is tell them that you're sorry and you can't give them the medicine because it doesn't work.
.”
"The vast majority of psychotropic drugs have a tranquilizing effect. After they take them, their emotions will slow down, but this is not actually treatment, because you make them violate their normal emotional rules and make them feel sad when they should be.
Go to bed, go to bed when you're angry, and that's likely to cause bigger problems than their outburst."
"So if you encounter this kind of patient, ask them to see a psychiatrist instead of coming to a psychiatric department to prescribe medication, unless they are already feeling numb, disorganized, and insomnia due to depression, anxiety, or other similar mental illnesses.
.”
"Just like physicians in other departments will not prescribe antibiotics to patients to prevent sore throats, they will only advise them to drink more water, talk less, and eat less spicy foods before their throats are inflamed."
Charles understood, but didn't listen because this theory sounded really heartless. A sad patient came to the hospital hoping for effective relief, but the doctor refused him. This must have been another major blow to him.
The atmosphere in the department was a bit heavy, and Schiller tried to make him even heavier. He said: "This is the case in this industry. It is possible that when the patient's condition is extremely serious, you can prescribe him a sufficient amount of medicine for a sufficient course of treatment, and during the period
Supplemented by psychological counseling, he was treated with utmost care and concern, but he remained the same until he was discharged from hospital, with no improvement at all."
"Then one day ten years later, he saw a little flower blooming on the roadside and suddenly thought about it. This had nothing to do with your treatment of him at that time. The human spirit is so wonderful."
"Then you can only comfort yourself. If you didn't care at that time, he might have worsened even more, and maybe he wouldn't live ten years later, but you know that's not the case. He got through it all on his own, and you couldn't save him.
He probably didn't help him either."
"This is a medical category where the patient's own efforts are far greater than the doctor's treatment. It is difficult to feel the sense of accomplishment in saving lives. Positive feedback is extremely insufficient, but it is easy to be angered to death by all kinds of weird patients' families."
"This is why psychiatrists make so much money, but now they are in short supply and need urgent training."
As soon as Schiller said this, the phone rang again. After he picked it up, he said: "Hello, psychiatry..."
Schiller's eyes suddenly darkened, and the department became quieter, almost audible. However, the anger that appeared on Schiller disappeared in a flash, and soon became imperceptible.
"I'm sorry, madam, there is no such medicine. I have stressed to you countless times that introversion is not a disease and her unwillingness to socialize is not crazy."
"If you feel that her motor ability is insufficient, then go to the neurology department. No, we cannot hospitalize her. Your daughter is not a mental patient. This is not a matter of money."
"I guarantee with my personality and professional ability that there is no drug in this world that can make people cheerful. If not, then go ahead. No matter how you complain, I cannot prescribe something that does not exist in this world."
drug."
After hanging up the phone, Schiller spread out his hands and said, "That's it. You will hear all kinds of unreasonable demands. I believe the doctors and nurses downstairs must have emphasized this to her countless times. They asked her to make this call.
Just to use my authority to make her give up, but we both know she won't."
At this time, Charles had also found the mother and daughter. The mother was yelling, the daughter was standing behind her blankly, and the doctors and nurses looked helpless.
At this time, Wei An stood up and said, "Let me go down and try to persuade them. We can't let them cause trouble here. If they really get a complaint, they will definitely have no hope of getting into the top three this year."
Schiller waved his hand and let him go. Charles was listening intently to what the mother and daughter had to say, but there was actually nothing to listen to.
She was able to enter the Presbyterian Hospital, and the doctors and nurses could do nothing to her. She had to call Schiller to find out that this girl's family was either rich or noble. Obviously she could not meet the needs of elite education. She was born introverted and not good at social interaction.
, rather than skiing, playing ball and going shopping with my little sisters, I prefer to hide at home and watch cartoons.
The mother's thoughts were filled with noise, and the daughter's brain was blank. Listening to these two sounds at the same time, Charles felt like he was going crazy.
He saw David frown.
Suddenly, his daughter's voice disappeared, and turbulent thoughts suddenly burst out. Charles looked carefully and saw that his daughter had fainted. There was chaos downstairs. His senior brother had just arrived and was contacting the emergency room.
"What did you do?" Charles looked at David.
"I absorbed her personality." David said lightly in Charles' mind: "In my thinking space, she has a separate room where she can watch her favorite cartoons forever."
Charles opened his eyes in shock.
"You...how could you..."
"Don't be stupid, we are mutants, and we are powerful mutants. You don't really plan to prescribe them medicine to treat their illnesses like ordinary psychiatrists do? We have much better methods."
"But...but..."
Charles was a little stunned on the spot, with David's words echoing in his mind, but no matter which angle he understood it from, what he said seemed to be right.
They are psychics. They can play with the human spirit like building blocks, so they can do more and better than these hamstrung psychiatrists.
She deserves it, doesn't she? A dangerous thought appeared in Charles' mind. A mother almost drove her daughter crazy because of her own needs. It is conceivable that if she doesn't get the result today, she will go back
Then she will only take out all her anger on her daughter.
This poor little girl who has done nothing wrong is likely to suffer a lifetime of torture. She has no ability to escape, and these psychiatrists can't help her.
But he can, they can, Charles thought. The mother was punished, and the daughter also got the freedom she wanted to some extent. He had to admit that knowing this result was more satisfying than hearing what Schiller said.
many.
Maybe this is the meaning of their birth, Charles thought, God is checking for gaps and filling in the gaps.
Well, why not?
Attention! The situations mentioned in these chapters only apply to the United States!
If you have any psychological problems in China, go to a psychiatry department in a tertiary hospital!!! Don’t see a psychological counselor!!!!
(The training system for psychologists in our country is not perfect, and many so-called psychological counselors are liars! It is useless to have a certificate! It is not a medical license! Go to the top three A to register!!)