Chapter 741 Tendency to Depression
Yang Shao looked down at the paper in his hand, smiled slightly and said, "If you really don't have worries, why do you want to be free?"
Xia Beiqing retracted the paper and continued to write.
——For a cripple like me who can't walk or speak, isn't death a relief?
Yang Shao adjusted his sitting posture, looked at Xia Beiqing, and said righteously: "In the world, there are many people like you. Some of them can't speak, some can't see the light, some have lost their legs or hands, and even Worse than you, but they're still alive and strong.
In fact, there are still many beautiful and meaningful things in this world. Even if we encounter difficulties, we have to face them bravely, don't we? "
His whole set of positive rhetoric did not move Xia Beiqing much. He wrote on the paper and asked Yang Shao back.
——If you were like me, with broken legs and a hoarse voice, what would you do.
Yang Shao answered his question seriously.
"No one can save me. I will save myself. In the midst of hardship, I will find another good thing, such as trying delicious food, watching a movie, writing a book, or other meaningful things."
Xia Beiqing raised the corners of his lips and nodded.
——Okay, then please break your own legs now, dumb your own voice, become a cripple, and then do it for me as you said.
Yang Shao's face froze.
Xia Beiqing continued to write on the paper, and threw it lightly in front of Yang Shao.
——You are healthy, of course you can say so easily, when you become like me, are you really sure you can do what you said? Have you ever tasted a breakdown? Do you know what it feels like when the sky is falling?
Looking at the words on the paper and the soul-touching question, Yang Shao fell silent.
This time the talk broke up.
At the end, Yang Shao gave Xia Beiqing a blank notebook.
"If you have any troubles and confusion, don't talk to others, don't hold it in your heart, just write it in this notebook."
Xia Beiqing took the notebook, flipped through it casually, picked up the pen again, and wrote on the paper.
——Please don't tell Mr. Shen about the notebook.
Yang Shao nodded: "Of course, it is my duty to protect the patient's privacy."
As if hearing the word patient, Xia Beiqing smiled slightly mockingly.
After the conversation was over, Yang Shao left the room. Shen Zhiyu, who had been sitting anxiously in the living room, immediately stood up, walked up to Yang Shao, and asked impatiently, "How is it?"
Yang Shao's complexion was not very good, he shook his head and said, "It is preliminarily concluded that he has a tendency to depression."
"Depression?!" Shen Zhiyu's eyes widened in astonishment: "Why... how could this happen!"
He has taken care of Bei Qing for so long, but he never thought that he would... suffer from depression.
He has only seen how negative depression can be from books or TV, and the desire to die is far greater than to live.
"What should we do now?" Shen Zhiyu asked anxiously.
Yang Shao said: "Give him psychological adjustment first, and if it is more serious, he will also cooperate with drug treatment."
"What about me, what can I do?"
"Try to show him some beautiful things. His current situation is that he can't find the motivation to live. Living is boring and tormenting for him. If you can help him find the meaning of living, then Better."