The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2350 Psychic Assault (5)



Chapter 2350 Psychic Assault (5)

Chapter 2350 Psychic Assault (V)

Charles followed Schiller to the patient's ward. Apparently the previous group of doctors had just finished their ward rounds. Charles looked down at his watch. Theoretically, this should be the last ward round of the day.

A pale and haggard lady was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly with her hands on the quilt. Schiller stood at the door and waved to her husband who was sitting beside the bed. The husband quickly stood up and walked to Schiller, looking a little at a loss.

"Mr. Oakes?"

"Yes, just call me Oaks. Thank you, doctor. I heard that you allowed me to enter the ward."

"Normally, family members are not allowed to accompany an abnormal delivery," Schiller emphasized, "but I belong to the emergency psychological intervention system and am only responsible for the patient's emotional state. I think you are good for the pregnant woman's emotions, so I will naturally let you in."

The tall man pointed out the afterimage and said, "Over the years, Lisa and I have never had a quarrel. Although she always says I'm annoying, we have a good relationship."

He was a little nervous, and some thoughts echoed in Charles' mind: [The doctor must be here to scold me], [Did I not take good care of Lisa?], [Guilt], [Luckily Lisa is fine], [Be sure to buy some milk before she wakes up], [The insurance company will come tomorrow morning]...

As long as Charles could remember, these chaotic thoughts always flooded into his mind, some of which were very confusing. It took him a long time to learn how to actively use this ability and pick out the most useful information from them.

Digging deeper, Charles saw the man's past, which was often lackluster: he graduated from technical school, worked as an electrician, married his wife, and this was their first child.

Charles was able to infer that this man named Oaks loved his wife very much because he could actually find some traces of fetal B-ultrasound images in his memory. Many doctors might not be able to remember the images above, but he actually had a vague impression of it.

However, even from this vague impression, the child's condition was not very good. It was smaller than the average fetus, and the fetal position was not good. The doctor's solemn expressions in his memory also confirmed this.

He just heard Oakes say: "Doctor, to be honest, I have been prepared for this. I can't say that I am looking forward to the arrival of this child because he has brought too much pain to Lisa."

"She had been pregnant with him for just over two months when she began to vomit repeatedly, had stomach pains, and couldn't eat. When her belly had some shape, she said she felt pain all over her body, and was dizzy and nauseous. She was extremely skinny during that time."

"It was stable for a while and we were all very happy. But when it was seven months, the fetal heartbeat was abnormal and we had to be hospitalized for treatment. Lisa has never smiled since then. She used to be a very cheerful girl and she had never been upset about anything for so long."

Charles could hear the deep sadness in the man's voice, and then he looked up at the woman. Even though Lisa was not awake, Charles could still feel her thoughts and emotions.

This woman was a little too depressed and detached, and the thoughts in her mind were all incomplete fragments, but it was easy to see that most of them were about the child.

There is no doubt that she imagined a perfect family life, a humorous and considerate husband, cheerful and lively children, and a dog and two cats that caused a lot of trouble but also brought countless fun.

Of course, the first step to achieve this kind of life was not smooth. What really broke her down was the countless physical and psychological tortures during this long pregnancy process. She had to fight physical discomfort and endure long-term anxiety.

It was not worth it because there was no good result. The worst result was like completely negating her efforts and turning everything into a joke, so she completely collapsed.

Charles narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind moving through the hospital corridors, listening to everyone's voice.

[How come this prescription is wrong again? ], [Go ask that intern to move the water dispenser to the other end later], [What to eat after get off work], [The sutures from today's surgery are a mess again], [Where's my pen? Where's my pen? ]...

Suddenly, a voice caught Charles' attention. This was the attending physician of the lady named Lisa. After checking his memory, Charles knew that although the failed delivery had caused great damage to the lady's body and brought her emotions to the brink of collapse, they were still young after all. As long as they rested for a period of time, they could still have children.

This is the key point, Charles thought. In fact, the lady's situation was not as serious as she imagined. It was just that anxiety amplified her pessimism, making her feel that if the first step was not smooth, then things would definitely not go smoothly afterwards, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

But in fact, as long as you are rational and believe in the results of scientific examinations, you will know that this failure is actually nothing. Happiness is not not coming, it will just be a little later.

"It is indeed a shocking misfortune." When Charles came to his senses, he heard Schiller say, "Among the patients I have taken over, your wife is not the only one who has emotional problems due to physical discomfort during pregnancy, but she is definitely the most serious one I have ever seen. She was so anxious during pregnancy that she hurt herself and caused such deep wounds. It is really unimaginable."

"I knew it." Oaks covered his face, his voice trembling constantly, "She always did this when I was getting hot water. Once she said she was hot, and I wanted to help her roll up the sleeves of her hospital gown, but she stopped me. I should have noticed it at that time..."

Schiller shook his head and said, "It is useless to simply stop her self-harming behavior. Self-harm is only the result, not the cause. Her emotional problems come half from her physical discomfort and half from her pessimistic assessment of her own situation."

"So now you have to take care of her body first, and then stabilize her emotions so that she doesn't have any crazy thoughts."

"It's easy to take care of her." Oaks said with some embarrassment: "In fact, I have been taking care of her, but I don't know how to comfort her."

“Is she religious?”

"We are a Protestant family."

"There is a dedicated prayer room in the hospital. When she gets better, you can accompany her to pray. There is also a Protestant exchange meeting on the third floor of the S building in the psychiatric department. When she can walk again, you can take her to participate."

"In addition, I will prescribe some drugs to help her sleep. In the first week, she must recover her mental and physical strength. When taking these drugs, be careful not to drink coffee or eat raw or cold food."

Oakes took out a notebook and started to write down the information. Schiller continued, "She will need to take mood-relief medications for the next week, mainly anti-anxiety medications. Although the source of her anxiety no longer exists, the mood itself is a problem and should be resolved as soon as possible."

"During the medication period, we must pay attention to her attention, whether she has stupor, daze, or delirium, and pay attention to self-harm behavior and suicidal tendencies."

"Come for a follow-up check-up in two weeks. I will test her on a simple scale, but this is not an exam. Remember to remind her not to be nervous. Then I will communicate some basic information with her. If she recovers well, the emergency psychological intervention part will be over."

"I will transfer the long-term treatment to my colleagues, but don't worry, if the problem is not serious, you can go back to the community hospital."

After listening to this, Oaks nodded and said, "Thank you, doctor. I know that psychiatrists are very busy nowadays. Thank you for telling me so much."

Schiller smiled and said, "It's okay. Everyone in the hospital says you're a good husband. I heard you have a pet at home?"

"Yes, we have a dog and two cats named Pixar, Donna and Dudu. They are a little naughty, but very cute."

"So what type of dog breed is Pixie?"

"Oh, it's a golden retriever, a boy, two years old, and his daily job is to chew slippers."

"How's Lisa's relationship with it?"

"It's amazing. When Lisa picked it up, it didn't even have its eyes open. We raised it with a bottle. It's also a witness to our marriage."

"Large dogs are not allowed in the obstetrics and gynecology inpatient department, so you can consider applying for a comfort dog of the same breed. I will mark a high priority on your application report. They trust my judgment very much."

"If you don't want to go through so much trouble, then bring a cat. I'll tell the head nurse, but make sure it's in a safe capsule and make sure they come into contact with it outside the ward, in the yard of the inpatient department, away from people, avoid allergies, and pay attention to cleanliness so that there's no fur everywhere."

"Oh my God, is it really possible?" Oaks seemed to be about to jump up. He said, "Lisa will be very happy. Donna is a lively little girl, and Dudu is quiet and cute. They are both her treasures. With them, she will definitely recover quickly."

"But be careful. If a cat doesn't go out often, it may have a stress reaction if you take it to a crowded place, and it may not be able to ride in a car. You can go to the veterinary hospital across the street and buy some tranquilizer spray to help them adapt."

"God, I can't describe how thoughtful and patient you are, thank you so much. So when do I submit my comfort dog application?"

"First, log on to the New York City Working Dog Registration Website, then send an email to the New Jersey Women's Protection Center, asking them to send an email to the Working Dog Application Department. At the same time, I will also send an email to explain your wife's mental condition. If nothing unexpected happens, they should respond to you very quickly."

“Why do I hear that it’s hard to get this type of working dog?”

Schiller said helplessly, "This is New York Presbyterian Hospital, the best hospital in New York. Your wife gave birth here, but she couldn't save your child. She even needed emergency psychological intervention from a psychiatrist here. They knew how serious the situation was."

"Please make sure to emphasize that your wife is still alive and it is she who needs comfort, not you. Last time, a patient made a mistake and the staff at the support center brought a bouquet of white flowers, which scared us all."

Oaks immediately burst into laughter. He could imagine this scene, especially the expressions of these elite doctors who doubted him. It was really funny.

"Okay." Schiller reached out and patted Oaks' shoulder and said, "It will be over soon. Think positively. The things that tormented her are gone, and she will become that cheerful girl again."

"Of course she will." Oaks said happily, "She has always been very strong. She will recover soon."

"Is the ward round over?" Charles was stunned when he saw Schiller turn around and leave. "Wait a minute, is this the end? Aren't you going to take any effective measures?"

He quickly caught up with Schiller and said, "The lady named Lisa is in great pain now. She has strong self-destructive tendencies. I think we should stay a little longer and then..."

"No." Schiller said seriously.

Charles thought he was going to say something very important, but Schiller said:

"After seven o'clock in the evening, demons will catch children in the hospital. Remember not to walk into the corridor on the left side of the first floor of this building at night. If you are caught, I will not save you."

(End of this chapter)


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