amaotonovel Chapter 2354 Psychic Assault (9)
Chapter 2354 Psychic Assault (9)
Chapter 2354: Psychic Assault (Part )
"Hello, hello, psychiatry department...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 say, "You mean, there is a family member in the intensive care unit who is crying and breaking down because of the death of a loved one. He refuses to leave the bed. Do you want us to conduct emergency psychological intervention?"
Several young interns stood up. They knew that this was the job. This kind of work was relatively easy to do. They did not have to go through the disinfection process or change clothes. They could start early and return early. Tasks assigned by the supervisor would also be counted as supervision time. It was considered a relatively good task.
As a result, they heard Schiller say indifferently: "Madam, let me ask you a question. If your father died, would you be sad? ... Of course, we all would be sad. 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?"
"Being sad about the death of a loved one is a normal emotion, not a disease. If she is taking up a bed, call security. If you don't want to treat her so rudely, then go and comfort her and make her a cup of hot coffee."
"Of course not. The jurisdiction of psychiatry is the human brain. The parts below the cerebellum, including the mouth, are not within our jurisdiction, so you have to do the persuasion yourself."
After saying that, Schiller hung up the phone. The interns looked at each other, but finally sat down.
Charles frowned slightly, because his mind-reading ability had already detected the lady who had collapsed from crying. She had fainted from crying and was being carried away. A heavy feeling of sadness lingered in the entire corridor.
"Well...should we, I mean, out of humanitarianism...comfort her a little?"
"No, Charles." Schiller shook his head and firmly rejected him, saying, "I think you should fully understand what I am saying. This is not a disease. It is just a normal human emotion. You are a doctor. You cannot 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 within this scope in the future. I know this may be a bit counterintuitive, but..."
Jingle Bell!Jingle Bell!
Schiller picked up the phone again and said, "Hello, this is the Psychiatry Department."
"I say it again, Ms. Ross, when a person is hospitalized for 12 weeks, has undergone 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, instead of 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. This time David pursed his lips. Charles said again, "Don't we really need to counsel this young patient? He must feel very uncomfortable and scared."
"We must first rule out the possibility that organic disease may cause mental problems. If his body has not yet recovered to its best condition, then all the mental and emotional problems he presents are not mental illnesses. Do you understand what I mean?"
Of course Charles could understand 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 speaking, this kind of emotion is not under the jurisdiction of psychiatry. On the contrary, if someone is very weak physically but very excited mentally, then he is very likely a mental patient, because he violates the laws of human emotions, which means that there may be something wrong with his brain.
"So where do we draw the line?" Charles asked. "At what point does this emotion need to be intervened?"
"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, then go to the psychology 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 crossed one leg over the other and said, "The hardest part of this job is not accepting patients, but rejecting them, because it is quite counterintuitive and somewhat unethical."
"The patient is right in front of you, and he's in pain, and you know he has a lot of anger, sadness, resentment to express, but all you can do is tell them you're sorry, you can't give them a medication because it won't work."
"Most psychiatric drugs have a tranquilizing effect. After they take them, their emotions will be alleviated, but this is not actually a treatment because you are making them violate their normal emotional patterns. You are asking them to sleep when they should be sad or angry, which is likely to cause more serious problems than their emotional outbursts."
"So if you have this kind of patient, refer them to a psychiatrist rather than a psychiatric clinic for medication, unless they are already experiencing stupor, distractibility, and insomnia due to depression, anxiety, or other similar mental illnesses."
"Just like other doctors will not prescribe antibiotics to patients to prevent sore throats, they will only advise them to drink more water, talk less, and eat less irritating foods before their throats become inflamed."
Charles understood, but didn't listen to it, because this theory sounded really cruel. A sad patient came to the hospital hoping to get effective relief, but the doctor refused him. This must be another major blow to him.
The atmosphere in the department was somewhat heavy, and Schiller tried to make it 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 a sufficient amount of medication for a full course of treatment, and provide him with psychological counseling during the period. You take good care of him and show him the utmost concern, but he still remains the same until he is discharged from the hospital, with no improvement at all."
"Then one day, ten years later, he saw a small flower blooming on the roadside, and suddenly he came to his senses. This had nothing to do with your treatment of him at the time. The human spirit is so wonderful."
"Then you can only comfort yourself that if you had not cared at the time, his condition might have deteriorated even more, and he might not have lived ten years later. But you know that this is not the case. He survived entirely on his own. You did not save him, and you probably did not help him either."
"This is a medical field where the patient's own efforts are far greater than the doctor's treatment. It is difficult to feel the sense of accomplishment of saving lives. There is an extreme lack of positive feedback, but it is easy to be annoyed by all kinds of weird patients' family members."
"That's why psychiatrists make so much money, but are now so scarce that they need urgent training."
Just as Schiller said this, the phone rang again. He picked it up and said, "Hello, psychiatry..."
Schiller's eyes suddenly darkened, and the department became even quieter, so quiet that you could almost hear a pin drop. However, the anger that appeared in 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 being unwilling to socialize does not mean she is crazy."
"If you feel she lacks mobility, then go see a neurologist. No, we can't keep her in the hospital. Your daughter is not a mental patient. This is not about money."
"I guarantee with my personality and professional ability that there is no medicine in this world that can make people cheerful. No, go ahead. No matter how you complain, I can't prescribe a medicine that doesn't exist in this 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."
Charles had already found the mother and daughter at this time. The mother was cursing loudly, and the daughter was standing behind her blankly. The doctor and the nurse all looked helpless.
At this time, Wei An stood up and said, "I'll go down and persuade them. We can't let them cause trouble here. If we really get a complaint, there will be no hope of making it into the top three this year."
Schiller waved his hand to let him go. Charles was listening attentively to the mother and daughter's thoughts, but there was actually nothing to listen to.
The fact that she was able to enter the Presbyterian Hospital and that the doctors and nurses were so helpless with her that they had to call Schiller showed that this girl's family was either wealthy or noble. It was obvious that she could not meet the needs of an elite education. She was naturally introverted and not good at socializing. She preferred to stay at home and watch cartoons rather than skiing, playing ball, or going out shopping with her sisters.
The mother's mind was filled with noise, while the daughter's brain was blank. Hearing these two voices at the same time, Charles felt like he was going crazy.
He saw David frown.
Suddenly, his daughter's voice disappeared, and his chaotic thoughts suddenly burst out. Charles looked carefully and saw that his daughter 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' eyes widened in shock.
"You...how could you..."
"Don't be silly. We are mutants, and powerful mutants at that. You're not really going to prescribe medicine to treat them like a normal psychiatrist, are you? 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 who can tinker with the human mind like building blocks, and they can do more and better than these psychiatrists who are so restricted.
She deserved it, didn't she? A dangerous thought came into 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 vent all her anger on her daughter when she returned.
This poor little girl, who has done nothing wrong, will most likely suffer torture for the rest of her life. 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.
Perhaps this is the meaning of their birth, Charles thought, God is 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 Class III hospital!!! Don’t look for a psychological counselor!!!
(The training system for psychologists in my country is imperfect. 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!!)
(End of this chapter)