amaotonovel Chapter 2725 Star Core Rescue (1)
Chapter 2725 Star Core Rescue (1)
Chapter 2725 Star Core Rescue (XI)
Schiller found the room where Oaks was. It didn't take much effort because on his way there he saw a group of people walking to the other side swearing. When he asked, he found out that there was a madman in the dormitory they were staying in and they now had to go to someone else's place.
Schiller knew that this madman was most likely Oaks, but when he pushed open the door and saw Oaks' current condition, he was still surprised.
Oaks is a strong man. When Schiller met him for the first time, he was surprised by his big size. When he stood with Lisa, if Lisa was a Barbie doll, then Oaks was the largest teddy bear. He was so tall and wide that the young nurses said he could be stuck in the door frame of the hospital.
But now he has lost a lot of weight and is almost half as wide as before. Although working in the space station may be hard and there is not much time for fitness, this degree of shrinkage is still amazing enough.
He shaved off most of his beard, and although he looked a lot younger, his face looked paler, and his condition was somewhat similar to Lisa's, perhaps even worse than Lisa's.
When Schiller approached him, he heard him mumbling something. Schiller seemed to vaguely hear Lisa's name, so he said to Oaks: "Oaks, can you still hear me? Lisa is fine. She asked me to come to you."
Oaks' cloudy eyes flashed a light, but his auditory system seemed to have failed to successfully connect to the brain's network and soon became unresponsive.
Schiller had to take the risk and go up to check. He wore a white coat when he came because he knew that Oaks had a good impression of doctors. Even ordinary people would have a significantly higher level of mental stability after encountering a disaster when they saw someone dressed in a doctor's uniform.
Oaks did not explode in anger, although he might have done so because Schiller saw signs of a struggle all around him. It was obvious that Oaks had just gone crazy and drove all his roommates out.
Observing Oaks more closely, Schiller found that he had some symptoms of weakness, his consciousness was scattered, his lips were trembling, he could not concentrate well, and he was not sensitive enough to external stimuli.
Several conditions began to flash through Schiller's mind and were pushed out of his mind one by one, until only one remained - bipolar disorder.
Judging from previous descriptions of Oaks' work status, he had symptoms of depression, manifested as frustration, weakness, and decreased hand-eye coordination, which resulted in his inability to complete his work well.
Now Oaks should have just passed the excitement period and is in a serious state of fatigue. If nothing unexpected happens, he will soon fall into a depressed state again.
There are many causes of this disease. In previous observations, Schiller did not find that Oaks had any genetic symptoms, which means that he must have acquired the disease.
If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the result of the combined effect of the pressure of taking care of Lisa, the difficulties in working in the space station, and the suppression of the boss, but it is still rare for the situation to deteriorate to this extent in such a short period of time.
Patients with bipolar disorder are almost unable to communicate during the onset of the disease. During the excited period, the language system will overwork, the thoughts will run wild, and they will lose logic. Basically, they will answer questions from the ground.
During depression, people's thinking will be slow, their language logic will be more fragmented, and they will have a very obvious tendency to be pessimistic. They will not have a strong desire to communicate and will often refuse to communicate, and even show panic at other people's social invitations.
This is a relatively common emotional disorder, and Schiller has encountered many such patients before, so he knew that he had come to the right place this time, and at the right time.
This type of patient is indeed difficult to deal with, but there is an important key frame in their treatment, which is Oaks' current state, when the euphoria period has just ended and is about to turn into depression.
At this time, the excitement period has consumed a lot of their physical strength, making them unable to yell or even show aggressive tendencies like they did during the excitement attack. They no longer have the strength to do so, and it is safe for medical staff to approach at this time.
But at the same time, their overly empty brains leave them no time to think, and depression has not had time to take over their brains. Now their minds are blank, and even the hypnosis that many psychologists have prepared well cannot achieve this effect of clearing the brain.
This was the best opportunity to take advantage of their hearts. Schiller dragged Ochs to the middle of the floor. Ochs wanted to resist, but he had no strength. His brain couldn't think about what Schiller was going to do, and he couldn't even activate any self-protection measures.
Schiller crouched nearby, rubbing his hands together as if he were looking at a plate of delicious food, then stood up and turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only a small desk lamp on the desk.
As the light dimmed, Oaks acted drowsy. Schiller stood diagonally in front of him and said, "Can you hear me? Oaks, Lisa asked me to come."
"Yes, Lisa..." Oakes repeated.
"Don't be afraid, you have been rescued." Schiller said, "Now you are in the bed at New York Presbyterian Hospital. Do you remember the lamp?"
Oaks stretched his eyelids and blinked, seemingly unable to remember anything. Schiller continued, "Reach out and touch the bed sheet. The nurse just changed it today. It's a little cold now, but it will be warm by night."
"What time is it now..." Oaks asked.
"It's noon," Schiller said. "Do you think the sunlight is a bit blinding? I can ask the nurse to draw the curtains."
"I'm a little cold."
"Yes, this is a normal reaction." Schiller stood at the head of his bed, reached out to adjust the control valve of the infusion tube and said, "You are severely malnourished. Haven't you been eating well recently?"
"Too busy with work, work..." Oaks muttered. Every word he said seemed to rush out of his mouth, yes, but it was very weak, and the last syllable had become a breathy sound.
"Where's Lisa?"
"I'm sorry, but she can't see you right now."
"Where's Lisa? I need to see her."
"I'm sorry, Oaks. After the spacecraft accident, all of you have become confidential personnel. Before the truth is investigated, you cannot contact your family members. But I will let her see you through the observation window."
"When will she...come...?"
"She's here." Schiller pointed to the observation window of the room door on the other side of the bed. Oaks turned his head and looked over there, and saw a blurry figure struggling to get up.
"No, no, don't do this, Oaks, remember? You were unconscious on the spacecraft, and the retreat was bumpy. The final diagnosis was a concussion, so you feel so uncomfortable. You can't move now..."
Oaks lay down again, and Schiller continued, "In fact, Lisa's illness has recovered. During the last consultation, she clearly stated that she wanted to have a child with you, preferably a cute little daughter..."
Oaks began to fantasize, as if he had already seen the scene of his daughter running towards him after school. The sunlight was so dazzling and the air was a little hot, but nothing was warmer than that embrace.
But then other memory fragments emerged, Lisa's wailing, some unclear test results, they stood under a big tree, Lisa holding the cat, and a back view of him saying goodbye at the airport gate...
Oakes shook his head vigorously, and Schiller interrupted him and said, "You have symptoms of memory loss, and it is normal to feel confused. Don't be afraid. As your injuries heal, everything will get better."
Schiller reached out to turn the button on the painkiller pump and said, "Can I give you some more morphine? But not too much, you still have to prepare for pregnancy."
"Then don't! Don't!" Oaks shouted: "I don't take drugs, my daughter is not the child of an addict..."
Schiller paused, and then he said, "Really? You don't have a history of drug abuse?"
"Of course I didn't. I hate things that make people hallucinate! They're not real. I'll kill them..."
"Who do you want to kill?"
“The ones who said I was on drugs.”
"who are they?"
"Hyde, and that damn Anloway, they have been spreading rumors, saying that I was hallucinating..."
That was the name of Oaks' colleague. After a moment's thought, Schiller knew what he said was true, but it didn't sound like an ordinary rumor. The rumor that Oaks was a gangster or a washed-up football player was much more reliable than the rumor that he was a drug addict.
After all, the state of drug addiction is too obvious. In the absence of drugs in the space station, any drug addict would be witnessed having a drug addiction attack. If not witnessed, then it is definitely not the case. It is too easy to expose such a rumor.
But what had Oakes done to make his colleagues think he was on drugs? Was it the rapid weight loss? Or was he behaving in some other bizarre way?
"Are you feeling better?" Schiller asked. "The nutrient solution we gave you will make you more energetic. How do you feel now?"
"It seems to be getting better..."
Schiller put away the needle in his hand and watched as the healing potion made Oaks' complexion gradually become rosy. This potion currently had no way to suppress mental problems, but it could at least change the burden on Oaks' internal organs caused by his rapid weight loss.
"Okay, take a nap. FBI agents will come to question you later. As long as you pass their test, you can be reunited with Lisa."
After saying that, Schiller turned off the lights. The moment the light disappeared, Oaks fell into a deep sleep. He only slept for three minutes, but in the other world it seemed as long as a year. Countless dreams flashed through his mind.
Schiller looked at Oaks who was trying to stand up in shock. What was going on? Was he sleepwalking?
This is really interesting, Schiller thought as he pushed Oaks back. Although patients with emotional disorders in a depressive state may have symptoms of insomnia and dreaming, they do not have obvious sleepwalking manifestations. Generally speaking, pathological sleepwalking is caused by problems with certain brain structures.
Oaks woke up quickly and seemed to have no recollection of the incident. Schiller took off his white coat, revealing the shirt underneath, and changed his expression and said.
"Hello sir, I'm the agent in charge of you. Please don't be nervous. I'm just asking you a few questions. If you can remember, tell me. If you can't remember, forget it. Okay?"
"Of course, I want to see Lisa..."
"Okay, you'll see her soon." Schiller spoke much faster, and his pronunciation and word formation changed with a different accent.
"May I ask when did you start working at the space station? What project are you mainly responsible for? Who is your immediate supervisor?"
Oaks answered Schiller's questions one after another, and compared them with his own memory in his mind, and found that they basically matched, which meant that there was no problem with Oaks' memory.
"You forgot to bring your safety rope that day, right?" Schiller asked directly, "And then you floated out alone to repair the photovoltaic integrated device..."
"Yeah, I was panicking, I thought I was going to be out there forever, but I grabbed the railing of the integrated unit and I tried to get to the other side."
"Why do you want to go to the other side?"
"Because there is a window over there, I want to go to the window..."
Schiller frowned. It turned out that Oaks had thought of a way to attract other people's attention through the window, so why didn't he do it?
"and then?"
"But... no..."
"what?!"
"No windows."