But Wang Zhen quietly took out the flute: "I have no needle, only the flute."
"Xiao?" Liu Yang Leng for a while way: "do you want to blow the flute treatment?"
"Why not?" Wang Zhen said: "Xiao music can make people happy and sad. If it's not a common disease, I won't take it out."
"Well, today let me broaden my horizons and see the real treatment of blow flute." Liu Yangdao.
"It's up to you..." Wang Zhen stroked the flute as if he were talking to an old friend.
Then, under the guidance of the staff, a patient went to the middle of the field.
This is a little girl in a sick suit. She is about twelve or thirteen years old. Her eyes are a little confused. She looks at everything around her, and her feet are empty, as if she is living in a dream.
This time, after the staff sent the patient to the competition field, they didn't leave. Instead, they stayed next to the little girl for fear of any accident.
If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that the little girl is wearing a non sick suit, which is the medical suit of Beijing psychiatric hospital.
"Mom, Dad, I'm here. Come on..." The little girl suddenly stretched out her hand, stood up without warning, looked at the front, and said with great expectation.
"Dad, buy me so many delicious food, I like you best, mom, you want to tie a bow for me, hee hee..." The little girl suddenly laughed, and then she seemed to hold something in her hand, but in fact there was nothing.
"I like mom and dad best. When I grow up, I will buy you a lot of delicious food." The little girl seemed to hold a thing in her hand, and then sent it to her mouth to chew, showing her satisfaction.
This little girl's performance, I believe the audience are not hard to see, she has a very big mental obstacle.
"This child is not mentally ill, is he?"
"It's so pathetic that such a small child should go to school carefree on campus."
"I've heard that psychosis is stimulated, which makes it different from neuropathy."
"Yes, neuropathy and psychosis are two different diseases. I really hope that the two TCM doctors can cure the little girl quickly."
The audience all felt pity for the little girls. When they came to the game today, apart from supporting the doctors they liked, what they really looked at each other was how the patients were getting better. That way, all the audience would feel that the diseases in the world were not as terrible as they thought.
At the moment, the judges on the high stage, but their faces changed.
"It seems that the little girl's illness is not so simple." Ning Changsheng took a look.
Ji Huichun nodded and said, "if I guess correctly, she should have a strange dream."
"Doctor Ji, you may be wrong this time. This little girl is also a frequent visitor in our hospital. Her parents died in a car accident when they were young. In that car accident, only she survived..."
Feng Ming knows the little girl's illness best.
At that time, her parents died in their hospital, but the little girl didn't cry and was waiting for her parents to come back to her.
The doctor in the hospital didn't know how to tell her. After all, at this age, it was too cruel to accept the fact that her parents had died.
So the doctor lied to her that her parents got better and went to other places. When the little girl grew up, she would come back.
In fact, these doctors didn't mean anything. They just wanted to make the little girl grow up and be more tolerant, so they really told her.
However, to the surprise of all doctors, the little girl believed this sentence, but she always lived in a dream, as if she could see her parents alive every day.
"You first, I first?" Wang Zhen inquired first. Originally, as the second place, he should have the priority. This inquiry is polite and out of respect for his opponent.
"I'll come first. You're so powerful. I'm afraid I won't have a chance after you do it." Liu Yangdao.
"At will." Wang Zhen nodded.
Liu Yang then went forward to feel the pulse for the little girl.
The little girl was stunned. When she looked at Liu Yang, she had a strong struggle: "who are you? Why don't my parents come to see me? "
Liu Yang Leng next way: "I am a doctor, is to see a doctor for you, you rest assured, I give you diagnosis and treatment, will be better."
"I'm not sick. I want mom and dad. Let me go." The little girl was very uncooperative.
Next to the staff, quickly gently pressed the little girl's shoulder, whispered: "JUANJUAN, as long as you are cured, you will soon see your parents."
"Ah? Is that true? " The little girl was stunned for a moment.
"Of course." That's all the staff can say.
The little girl has a great mental problem now. If she is not cured, it will cause more obstacles to her later life.So now there is no way, can only cheat her, let her cooperate with the treatment.
When Liu Yang heard this, he frowned slightly. It was a very bad thing to cheat patients, but now the situation is special, and he has no other way.
Sure enough, the little girl was able to see her parents when she was well treated. She was very cooperative and extended her little hand.
Liu Yang felt his pulse.
A moment later, Liu Yang took back her hand, opened the little girl's eyelids for a look, and finally said: "there is no problem with her eyes. Although her body is a little confused, it should be caused by mental disorder, which has been a great blow. I can only start from her body, let her body recover, and correctly guide him out of the illusion."
Hearing this, the staff could not help nodding.
Liu Yang's diagnosis is basically correct, and his treatment plan was also recommended by President Feng Ming, but the difficulty lies in how to guide the little girl from the illusion correctly, and then let her calmly accept the reality of her parents' death.
"Benefactor Liu's diagnosis is focused on direct cutting, and the way of treatment is from the outside to the inside. His skill is really deep." Master Yuan Xin was watching from a distance for a long time, and he could not help nodding.
Hong Jiu, who had not spoken for a long time, buttoned his ears, but said with disdain: "this boy surnamed Liu is so bad. He has been diagnosed for a long time, and he has not even said what the disease is."
"Do you know what it is?" Lynch is sitting in his seat, close to Hong Jiu. Maybe Lynch can seal his sense of smell, not afraid of his bad smell.
"Smelly boy, this disease is a very rare disease, not an ordinary mental disease. If you give me your hundred year old purple Ganoderma lucidum, I will tell you." Hong Jiu said with a smile that he had been spying on Lynch for a long time.
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