"What's next?"

"Do a CT. If there is no cerebral hemorrhage and cerebral infarction, send it to us." Director Jiang said, "if you eat bupropion, you may have depression."

Then his cell phone rang.

Director Jiang didn't go out to answer the phone. He was too tired to walk. Just in the emergency room, go aside and connect the phone.

"There is a definite diagnosis in the mental hospital. It is depression. The situation is medium." Director Jiang hung up the phone and said, "it is estimated that the condition is getting worse, or there are other situations."

Director Wang nodded. The patient with clear diagnosis can be sent directly to the mental hospital. What treatment is next is director Jiang's business, which has nothing to do with the people's hospital.

"Director Jiang, isn't depression the kind you should squat in a corner?" Director Wang pondered over the diagnosis and asked suspiciously, "how can you hold the police to commit suicide."

"Ah?" Director Jiang was a little surprised. Then he asked about the situation. He said with a bitter smile, "depression is not only depressed, but also a kind of manic depression."

"Manic depression is called manic depression for short. Patients often feel extremely helpless, lose interest in family and work, and ignore them. But sometimes their mood suddenly rises, which makes people confused. Most of the causes of the disease are caused by heavy life pressure and drug abuse."

"It is estimated that the patient took the drug in an increased amount in order to make his condition better. The side effects of bupropion are obvious. When prescribing drugs in the outpatient department, the patient will be repeatedly told to pay attention to the drug dose." Director Jiang didn't realize that director Wang's attitude towards him had changed, so he explained casually.

"OK, you're tired. Are you thirsty?" Director Wang asked.

Although director Jiang gave him the impression that he was stupid and bad, director Wang always couldn't bear to look at an old man who was about to retire. He was out of breath and his white clothes were soaked.

"I gave the patient an injection of diazepam. It is estimated that the medicine will be applied soon. I won't rest." Director Jiang said, "hurry up and send it for CT. If you eliminate bleeding and cerebral infarction, send it to our hospital."

Then he looked at the doctor in the emergency department and asked, "have you finished the list?"

"When it's ready, just wait until he gets better and send it for inspection."

Seeing that the patient lying in bed began to calm down, director Jiang sighed.

"He said that the patient often had nightmares and couldn't wake up. He tossed so much in the hope that he could completely end his nightmares." Director Wang said.

"Director, I heard brother Qiao once." A male clerk said on one side.

"Hmm? What are you talking about?" Director Jiang took a look at the patient. He was not completely quiet. In this state, he couldn't be sent to the CT room for examination, so he asked.

"It's said that every time he dreams, it's a series. One dream sets another dream." The male clerk swallowed his mouth and recalled hard, "at first I thought he was talking and playing. I couldn't understand what he made up."

"What did you say?"

"Er... At noon one day, we went downstairs to smoke. I thought he was in a bad state of mind and suggested a good rest. He said he had just taken a nap for more than ten minutes and had been dreaming. He dreamed of the world war. A helicopter was shooting at the city with a gun."

"And then?"

"Later, he said that he was smashed by a bullet, opened his eyes and went back to 20 years ago. Then he lived there for a few years and went to Mauritius."

What a mess, director Wang frowned. However, when he saw that director Jiang listened very carefully, he said something in his heart. This man really had a problem.

"Has he been to Mauritius?" Director Jiang asked.

"No, but I always hear brother Qiao nagging that he will go to Mauritius for his honeymoon after getting married. He has been saving money, but we can't get enough money to marry a daughter-in-law." Said the male clerk.

"I smoked two cigarettes and listened to brother Qiao about his ten minute nap."

"I thought at that time, this life is really rich and colorful. It will catch up with others for several lives in ten minutes. Alas, who thought his illness would be so serious."

"Can't the patient wake up from this serial dream?" Director Wang asked.

Nightmares are common, and almost everyone has had a similar experience. However, most people wake up in their dreams. Few people have a dream with a dream. This experience sounds like stealing dream space.

"Brother Qiao said it depends on luck whether he can wake up. Sometimes he wakes up after one or two dreams; sometimes he can't wake up after more than a dozen dreams. Sleeping is more tired than fighting, but if he doesn't sleep, it's hard to wake up from a dream if he falls asleep on the table. It's better to lie down and have a good sleep."

The male clerk sighed, "once I did see brother Qiao sleeping on the table. His body kept twitching. I thought it was a cramp, so I called him up."

"Your face is very bad. You say how you can dream of so many things in a dream. You hit something dirty."

"Don't talk nonsense, what dirt." Director Wang denounced, "if you don't say it's far away, just say our Nanshan city. I ask you which has the most dead?"

"Ah?" The male clerk was stunned.

"Just this room." Director Wang disdained and said, "there are more than a hundred patients who can't be rescued and die here every year. Science, we should believe in science. If there are dirty things, there are the most in this room. For your CBD, I thought it was ghost movies."

The male clerk stopped talking, but his face was a little ugly. At the thought that hundreds and eighty people would die in this room every year, he was all bad.

"Director Jiang, is this common?" Director Wang asked.

"It's not common. He's very ill." Director Jiang frowned and said, "it's much heavier than expected. It's estimated that it's caused by too much pressure at ordinary times."

"It's a ghost pressing the bed." The male clerk asked timidly.

"No." Director Jiang said, "ghost pressing on the bed means waking up, but you can only lie down and can't move your limbs. This is a nightmare. The rapid eye movement period continues, and the brain waves are disordered."

Then he saw that the patient had fallen asleep and even began to snore. He didn't explain much. He said, "take advantage of this time to have an examination. Don't wake up for a while. The examination can't be done."

Director Wang knows that psychiatric hospitals dare not accept patients without investigating complications such as intracerebral hemorrhage and cerebral infarction.

Although various physical examinations do not support cerebral hemorrhage or cerebral infarction, there are always accidents. Do an examination, there is objective evidence, and explain to the patient's family in case of an accident in the future.

Push the flat car all the way to the elevator entrance.

The elevator opened and it was full of people. President Wu bowed politely, "boss Zheng, Professor Su, please."

Zheng Ren walked out of the elevator, looked at the patient and narrowed his eyes.