Author: Xiao Xiao Chi Chi
After hearing Dr. Zhao Mingrui's words, Qiao Weidong also felt that it made sense, so he communicated with him on the phone about Yingzi's treatment plan and consulted the best hospital or sanatorium in China that treats depression.
Because Zhao Mingrui's psychological counseling center does not meet the conditions for treatment.
At this time, Song Qian was in a complicated mood to help her daughter clean up her clothes, and Tong Wenjie also helped to clean up together.
Song Qian took out Yingzi's clothes and put them on the bed. When she was folding the clothes, she saw something under Yingzi's pillow. Song Qian turned the pillow over and saw that it was Yingzi's diary.
Song Qian did not open it and put it aside to continue folding her clothes, but Tong Wenjie had some ideas when she saw the diary.
She patted Song Qian who folded her clothes:
"Do you think Yingzi will record his discomfort in her diary!"
Song Qian's hands folding clothes were paused:
"Wenjie, what you said makes sense, let's take a look!"
Song Qian opened the first page of the diary and looked at the time she wrote it not long after school started. At the beginning, there was nothing unusual. She was complaining about the pain of going to school and writing about the disgust of eating sea cucumbers every day.
Until I turned to the diary of the last month, Song Qian found that something was wrong starting from November 10:
"Today's November 10th, I don't know why I can't sleep. Maybe I'm too tired to study recently."
Song Qian turned back again:
"Today is November 15th. I have been insomnia for 5 days. Today I checked the cause of insomnia online. Could it be that I have depression?"
Song Qian looked and cried. She felt that she cared too little about Yingzi, and she didn't even know that Yingzi had insomnia.
Tong Wenjie hugged Song Qian's shoulder and helped Song Qian turn the page:
"Today is November 20th. Because my parents also had a quarrel, I was in pain. I didn't know where to stand, but I think it's even more difficult for my mother. My father already has Aunt Xiaomeng, and my mother only has me. Although she often forces me to eat foods that I don't like, I still love her!"
Song Qian hugged Tong Wenjie: "Wenjie, Yingzi is so sensible. I shouldn't force the child, it's all my fault!"
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Tong Wenjie patted Song Qian's hand to express comfort, and then turned over several pages of Yingzi's diary, and finally turned over to what she wrote the day before yesterday:
"Today is December 20th. I have been insomnia for a long time. I always feel that I have been living a very slow night. I can still fall asleep after listening to music. I can't sleep with no tricks recently. I feel so confused when I close my eyes. For example, if I count numbers, I can't count them well. I'm too tired.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I just feel different from before. I thought death was a very irresponsible thing, but now I think that it’s also a destination!
My dad said he would take me to see a psychiatrist in a few days, which gave me a sense of relief!”
After reading Yingzi's diary, Song Qian realized the seriousness of the problem. If Qiao Weidong had not taken Yingzi to see a doctor, she would not dare to think about what would happen next.
Song Qian feels that she has always put Yingzi's grades first, and now she feels that her faith is collapsed.
Now she remembered Qiao Weidong's words just now, do she also need to see a psychiatrist?
Close the diary and wiped the tears. Yingzi continued to clean up the changing clothes.
After packing up, I gave Song Qian the suitcase to Tong Wenjie:
"Wenjie, please go out and hand me over my luggage to Qiao Weidong. I have no shame to see him!"
After saying that, he picked up the diary next to him and handed it to Tong Wenjie:
"Help me give him the diary and ask him to hand it over to the doctor, hoping it will be helpful for Yingzi's recovery!"
Tong Wenjie looked at Song Qian without saying anything, but patted his hand and then walked out of Yingzi's room with her suitcase and diary.
After seeing Tong Wenjie go out, Song Qian can no longer hold it back and cries loudly.
Qiao Weidong was a little confused. Why did he cry when he packed up his things?
Tong Wenjie walked to the living room, handed the suitcase to Qiao Weidong, and handed over the diary:
"This is Yingzi's diary, Song Qian asked me to give it to you!"
Qiao Weidong took it with both hands and understood that this was Song Qian's diary. Yingzi should have written the reason for her insomnia in the diary.
But Qiao Weidong sneered at it. Now he knows that he has regretted it, so what have you done long ago:
"Then let's go!"
Tong Wenjie shook her head:
"You go first, Lao Qiao, I'll be here to accompany Song Qian for a while!"
"That's fine!" Qiao Weidong took his suitcase and put away his diary and went downstairs.
Not to mention how Tong Wenjie comforted Song Qian, Qiao Weidong drove with his suitcase and returned to the psychological counseling center.
While driving, I also told Xiaomeng about Yingzi's situation and said that I might be going back a little later.
Xiao Meng also expressed her understanding. She also said that she had finished her meal at noon. It was made by Chen Yan and it was also a Northeast dish.
Xiao Meng also said whether she needed to go there or not, and helped to comfort Yingzi.
Qiao Weidong refused. Now Xiao Meng's body is also very important. Then he chatted for a few words and hung up the phone.
Qiao Weidong hung up the phone and drove downstairs, parked the car and went upstairs with his diary.
When Yingzi entered the door, she immediately rushed over when she saw her father:
"Dad!"
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Qiao Weidong hugged his daughter and said that depression was mild:
"It's okay, my daughter, you are mild. You'll be fine. Actively cooperate with the doctor's treatment and will be cured soon."
Yingzi looked at her father with pitiful eyes:
"What should I do when I go to school?"
"It's okay, Dad asked you for a month's leave. I believe my daughter can learn better than her classmates by herself. Dad has brought all the books and papers in your home. Then you can study while treating them in the hospital!"
This was also Dr. Zhao Mingrui's suggestion. He felt that Yingzi was used to studying, so she suddenly stopped touching the books, and instead felt a little uncomfortable.
Qiao Yingzi was very happy when she heard that she could go to school, but then she was a little scared:
"Dad, can my mom agree?"
Qiao Weidong touched his daughter's head:
"Don't worry, dad has discussed with your mom, your mom has agreed, your mom has helped to pack the luggage!"
Qiao Weidong sat on the sofa with his daughter in his arms, touched her head and thanked Fang Yuan beside him:
"Thank you for your hard work in Fangyuan!"
Fang Yuan pretended to be unhappy:
"You used to help me, but I might have helped you once. You are so polite!"
"Okay, since you're here, I'll go home first!"
Qiao Weidong nodded:
"Okay, Fang Yuan, I'm not polite to you!"
After Fang Yuan left, Zhao Mingrui looked at Qiao Weidong:
"Old Qiao, come out!"
Qiao Weidong entrusted Yingzi to the staff and went to the office with Zhao Mingrui.
After arriving at the office, Zhao Mingrui did not talk nonsense and went straight to the point:
"Old Qiao, Yingzi's situation, I contacted an old classmate in our country, "Beijing Anding Hospital Affiliated to Capital Medical University", which is the top in the treatment of depression in China. He is now the deputy chief physician there."
"He said it's best for Yingzi to be hospitalized now. What's your opinion?"
Qiao Weidong took a sip of water and felt a little uncomfortable:
"Then go!"
"Please ask him to help Yingzi find a single room. I'm not afraid of spending money. I also ask him to find the best medical team. Please trouble you Mingrui!"
Zhao Mingrui said no thanks, this is what he should do.
Qiao Weidong suddenly remembered the notebook, took it out of his pocket and handed it to Zhao Mingrui:
"Look, this is a diary written by Yingzi. I wonder if it will be helpful to Yingzi's recovery!"
Zhao Mingrui took the notebook and looked around:
"It is of great help. At least it can be known about Yingzi's specific disease and can also be treated more targetedly!"
"When will we go to Anding Hospital?" Qiao Weidong asked.
Zhao Mingrui thought for a moment: "The faster the better!"
PS: Brothers, it’s really not that she helped Song Qian whitewash. Qiao Weidong thinks she also has mental illness. Normal people can’t be the same as mental illness!
Chapter completed!