Chapter 562 Special Red Clothes

"The recording of the call was made public. The first person to find me was my teacher."

"At five o'clock in the morning, I covered my coat and was catching up on sleep in the lounge. Later, I vaguely heard the door opening, but I was too sleepy at that time, so I didn't take it to heart."

"It wasn't until noon, when I opened my eyes, that I realized that the teacher was sitting at the desk in the lounge, flipping through Menlinger's Man Against Himself, a book on the psychology of suicide."

"The sun shines into the house. At that time, I didn't know what happened outside. I just thought the teacher was a little strange today."

"He is the most experienced psychological counselor in our place, and I was brought out by him alone, so no matter when I call him a teacher."

It can be heard from the man's tone that he respects his teacher very much.

"Your teacher told you about this? What is his attitude?" Chen Ge was a little curious. If he wanted to have a good relationship with Hongyi, he had to find out his character and obsessions before he was alive, and prescribe the right medicine to make him happy Willing to work for myself.

"He didn't say anything about that incident to me, he just asked me a question." The man looked at the dark night sky: "If one day, when he is standing on the edge of the building, how should I persuade him?" ?”

"I never thought about this problem. In my eyes, the teacher is a very strong person. In my opinion, this kind of situation will hardly happen. I told him what I think. If there is such a day, I will put I will use all the things I have learned on him and try my best to help him. If these are still unconvincing, then I will respect his decision."

"I never feel how sacred my job is. I just think my job is very important, just like those doctors in the emergency room. I will use my most serious attitude to help, but I will also respect patients."

As the man spoke, his voice gradually lowered: "After listening to my words, the teacher smiled with satisfaction. He sat next to me like an old friend for many years and said a word to me."

"He thought I was a nice guy, his proudest student, but not a fully qualified suicide intervention operator."

"The teacher has already seen that my mood is not right, he asked me to go out for a walk more, to let my mind go."

"The suicide intervention operator is a very special job. Except for those harassing calls, each person will receive an average of about 20 moderate-risk calls and one to five urgent-risk calls every night. Under the continuous emotional shock, Sometimes the operator himself will be affected, depressed, and cry with the other party, and at this time you have to tell yourself that you must calm down and persuade the other party."

"The human body is like a balloon filled with water. Good, bad, and all kinds of emotions will be injected into it. If you can't adjust yourself, when the balloon explodes, you will completely collapse. when."

"As a suicide intervention operator, my brain is soaked in crying and mourning every night. Many people will leave after working for a period of time, so I didn't really understand what the teacher meant at first."

"When I was about to ask again, the teacher patted me on the shoulder and left, but the book he just read stayed."

"And then I learned that the recording of my phone call was posted online, and I became the first suicide intervention operator to persuade someone to die."

"Countless people were abusing me, but I was actually very calm at that time."

"What other people say has nothing to do with me, I only admit right or wrong."

"From this point of view, I am indeed a very stupid person. I will cry because of the stories of help-seekers, I will chat with these strangers until dawn, I will cry with them, and I will bring them into their hearts. characters, feel their pain."

"I don't see myself as a rescuer, I see myself as their friend."

When the man said these words, his expression was a little confused.

But soon the confusion in his eyes was replaced by blood, and scarlet blood seeped from under his skin: "This matter has not yet come to fruition, and a new matter has appeared."

"During crisis intervention, forcibly blocking people who are determined to die, even if they succeed this time, they are likely to commit suicide in a more decisive way next time."

"In order to avoid this situation, we sometimes allow them to try within a controllable range. For example, when there are rescue air cushions, ambulances, and fire brigades, if the floor is lower, we will not forcefully stop them. The opponent jumped off the building."

"I know it sounds hard to accept, but thinking about it from another angle, few people in this world can empathize, even biological parents can hardly do it, and blunt dissuasion is often counterproductive. This is A display of incomprehension of the other's pain."

"And allowing them to try is a kind of respect, a real respect that they can feel."

Hearing this, Chen Ge already had a bad premonition: "Did you really do this before?"

"I have done this kind of thing during on-site crisis intervention. In fact, it is not as terrible as you think. We tried it within the controllable range of the crisis. To give you another example, a help-seeker once wanted to He committed suicide by swallowing sleeping pills. He was extremely emotionally unstable and unable to communicate at all. After communicating with the police at that time, I found a low-concentration sleeping pill and asked him to try it.”

"After experiencing a death, he has changed a lot and started his life again."

"I have had a lot of success, but this approach sounds like it's against our duty. After the subsequent recordings were made public, this approach attracted a strong attack from public opinion."

"I'm obviously saving people, but everyone thinks I'm killing people."

"I started to think, the teacher came to me, and many friends comforted me, but the key to the problem is not me, but whether it is right or wrong."

The man looked about the same age as Chen Ge, but his voice sounded much more vicissitudes than Chen Ge's. He looked at the boundless night quietly for a long time.

The expression on his face slowly became ferocious, then gradually returned to normal, and finally an indifferent arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe I'm really not a qualified suicide intervention operator, but the people I helped did regard me as the last friend they could trust in their lives." The man's coat was completely dyed red, and half of his blood-red face was in the air. Constantly changing: "I didn't realize this until after I died. It turns out that I have placed so many hopes on myself."