Chapter 2323: Psychic Assault (IX)

Chapter 2354 Psychological Assault (IX)

"Hello, hello, Psychiatry 3102... Yes, I am."

Schiller picked up the phone and listened to the conversation on the other end. Everyone's eyes were focused on him. Then they heard Schiller sigh heavily and said, "You mean, there is a family member in the intensive care unit who is crying and breaking down because of the death of a relative and refuses to leave the bed. Do you want us to do some emergency psychological intervention?"

Several young interns stood up. They knew that this was the job. This kind of work is relatively easy to do. There is no need to go through the disinfection process and change clothes. You can get back early if you work early. The tasks assigned by the supervisor are also counted as supervision time. This is a relatively good task.

As a result, they heard Schiller said indifferently: "Madam, let me ask you, if your father died, would you be sad?... Of course, we all would, so now you want me to let a poor girl whose biological father just died three minutes ago jump out of the intensive care unit with laughter?"

"It is normal to feel sad for the death of a loved one, not a disease. If she occupies a bed, go and call the security guard. If you don't want to treat her so rudely, go and persuade her and make her a cup of hot coffee."

"Of course not, the jurisdiction of the psychiatric department is the human brain. The part below the cerebellum, including the mouth, is not within our jurisdiction, so you have to do the persuasion 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 searched for the lady who was crying and collapsed. She had fainted from crying and was being carried away. The heavy sadness lingered in the entire corridor.

"Well...should we, I mean, for humanitarian reasons...comfort her a little?"

"No, Charles." Schiller shook his head and firmly rejected him, saying: "I think you should fully understand what I said. This is not a disease, but a normal human emotion. You are a doctor. You can't ask a healthy person to hold back his emotions. This is inhumane."

Charles reluctantly agreed with this statement, and Schiller continued: "I think you have remembered the jurisdiction I just mentioned. Please practice medicine strictly in accordance with this scope in the future. I know this may be a bit counterintuitive, but..."

Dinglingling! Dinglingling!

Schiller picked up the phone again and said, "Hello, this is Psychiatry 3102."

"I'll say it again, Ms. Ross, when a person is hospitalized for 12 weeks, has four operations, and is either lying on a bed in the inpatient department or on the operating table 24 hours a day, and cannot eat, drink, defecate or urinate on his own, what he needs is to sit in a wheelchair and go around the yard as much as possible, rather than having someone in a white coat run over there to chat with him, especially when he is only 12 years old!"

Schiller hung up the phone again, and this time David pursed his lips, and Charles said again, "We really don't need Should we counsel this young patient? He must feel very uncomfortable and scared. "

"We must first rule out the possibility that organic lesions lead to mental problems. 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?"

Charles certainly understood what Schiller meant. Simply put, when a person is weak, he will be depressed, which is very normal. Except for masochists, no one can be happy when in pain. This kind of emotional problem is not a mental illness, but the most normal emotional response of human beings.

So theoretically, this kind of emotion is not under the jurisdiction of psychiatry. On the contrary, if someone is particularly weak physically but particularly excited mentally, then he is likely to be a mental patient, because he violates the laws of human emotions, which means that there may be something wrong with his brain.

"So how do we distinguish the boundaries?" Charles asked, "At what point do these emotions need our intervention?"

"Until they show typical externalized manifestations." Schiller said, "Please remember that you can only prescribe medicine if there are manifestations. If there are only emotions, go to the psychological department to find a counselor. Never prescribe medicine for a patient who tells you that he is unhappy. This is not what a psychiatrist should do."

Schiller put one leg on the other and said, "The hardest thing about this job is not accepting patients, but rejecting patients, because this is quite counterintuitive and somewhat unethical."

"The patient is right in front of you, he is in pain, you know he has a lot of anger, sadness, and resentment to express, but you can only tell them that you are sorry, you can't prescribe medicine for them, because it doesn't work."

"Most psychiatric drugs have a sedative effect. After they take it, this emotion will be alleviated, but this is not actually a treatment, because you let them violate the normal emotional rules, let them go to sleep when they should be sad, and go to sleep when they should be angry. This is likely to cause more serious problems than their emotional outbursts."

"So if you encounter such patients, let them see a psychiatrist instead of coming to the psychiatry department for medication, unless they have already felt stupor, distracted, and insomnia due to depression, anxiety, or other similar mental illnesses."

"Just like other internal medicine doctors will not prescribe antibiotics to patients to prevent sore throats, they will only recommend them to drink more water, talk less, and eat less irritating foods before their throats become inflamed."

Charles understood, but did not listen to it, because this theory sounds really ruthless. A sad patient came to the hospital hoping to get effective relief, but the doctor rejected him, which must be another major blow to him.

The atmosphere in the department was a bit heavy, and Schiller tried to make him feel even heavier. He said, "This is how it is in this line of work. It is possible that when a patient's condition is extremely serious, you prescribe him enough medicine for a full course of treatment, and provide psychological counseling during the period, and take good care of him, but he is still the same until he is discharged from the hospital, and there is no improvement at all."

"Then one day ten years later, he saw a small flower blooming on the roadside, and suddenly he thought it through. This has nothing to do with your treatment of him at the time. The human spirit is so wonderful."

"Then you can only comfort yourself. If you didn't care at the time, he might have deteriorated more, and maybe he wouldn't live ten years later, but you know that's not the case. He survived. It's all up to him. You didn't save him, and you probably didn't help him. "

"This is a medical category where the patient's own efforts are far greater than the doctor's treatment. It's hard to feel the sense of accomplishment of saving lives. There is an extreme lack of positive feedback, but it's easy to be annoyed by all kinds of weird patients' families. "

"This is why psychiatrists make so much money, but now there is a shortage of them to the point where emergency training is needed."

Just as Schiller said this, the phone rang again. After he picked up the phone, he said, "Hello, psychiatry..."

Schiller's eyes suddenly sank, and the department became quieter, almost audible, but the anger that appeared on Schiller was fleeting and soon became imperceptible.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, there is no such medicine. I have emphasized to you countless times that introversion is not a disease, and unwillingness to socialize does not mean she is crazy."

"If you think she lacks motor skills, then go to the neurology department. No, we can't let her be hospitalized. 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 medicine in the world that can make people cheerful. No, then go ahead. No matter how you complain, I can't prescribe a medicine that does not exist in the world."

After hanging up the phone, Schiller spread 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 to her countless times that they asked her to make this call just to use my authority to make her give up, but we all know she won't."

At this time, Charles had also found the mother and daughter. The mother was cursing, and the daughter was standing behind her blankly. The doctor and nurse were helpless.

At this time, Wei An stood up and said, "I'll go down and persuade them. We can't let them make trouble here. If they really get a complaint, there will be no hope of entering the top three this year."

Schiller waved his hand to let him go. Charles was listening attentively to the mother and daughter's voices. In fact, there was nothing to listen to.

The fact that she could enter the Presbyterian Hospital and make the doctors and nurses helpless with her and had to call Schiller showed that the girl's family was either rich or noble. Obviously, she could not meet the needs of elite education. She was naturally introverted and not good at socializing. She preferred to hide at home and watch cartoons rather than skiing, playing ball, and going out shopping with her sisters.

The mother's mind was full of noise, and the daughter's brain was blank. Listening to these two voices at the same time, Charles felt that he was going crazy.

He saw David frowned.

Suddenly, the daughter's voice disappeared, and the chaotic thoughts suddenly burst out. Charles looked at his daughter and saw that she 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 mind space, she has an independent room where she can watch her favorite cartoons forever."

Charles opened his eyes wide in shock.

"How...how can you..."

"Don't be silly, we are mutants, and powerful mutants. You don't really plan to prescribe medicine to them like ordinary psychiatrists? We have much better methods."

"But...but..."

Charles stood there in a daze, David's words echoing in his mind, but no matter from which angle he understood it, what he said seemed to be right.

They are psychics, they can play with the human spirit like playing with building blocks, so they can do more and better than these psychiatrists who are tied up.

She deserved it, didn't she? A dangerous thought came to Charles' mind. A mother was almost driving her daughter crazy because of her own needs. It was conceivable that if she didn't get the result today, she would only vent all her anger on her daughter when she returned.

This poor little girl who did nothing wrong is likely to suffer for a lifetime. 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 most to some extent. He had to admit that knowing this result was much more refreshing than listening to Schiller's words.

Maybe this is the meaning of their birth, Charles thought, God is checking for deficiencies and filling in the gaps.

So, why not?

Attention! The situations mentioned in these chapters only apply to the United States!

In China, if you have any psychological problems, go to the psychiatric department of a tertiary hospital! ! ! Don't look for a psychological counselor! ! ! !

(The training system for psychologists in my country is imperfect, and many so-called psychological counselors are scammers! It’s useless to have a certificate! That’s not a medical license! Go to a tertiary hospital to register!!)