Chief Wang took the time to walk to the emergency room. He stood at the door and looked in.
A middle-aged man was struggling and shouting, "This is a dream, I know! You can't lie to me! "
He glanced at Chief Jiang, and Chief Wang stepped aside to let him in.
Ever since Chief Jiang said that, Chief Wang had obviously expressed his various dissatisfaction with his body language.
He had to be less in contact with this kind of person, lest he be affected when he was struck by lightning.
Whether it was bad or stupid, Chief Wang was too lazy to think about it. He just needed to be less in contact. Looking at the patient who was screaming hysterically on the hospital bed, Chief Wang could feel the helplessness and panic in his tone.
"Comrade police, what's going on?" Chief Wang stood at the door and gossiped.
The police glanced at him and saw that he was wearing a white coat and was older. He should be a doctor at the People's Hospital. He sighed and said, "We received a police report saying that someone was faking an accident on the road."
"Faking an accident?"
"Yes, first he hit a bicycle, then a pedestrian, like a madman," the police said. "Later, one of our colleagues went and wanted to arrest him and take him back to the station. But he rushed directly into the road. If it weren't for our colleague who was alert and hugged him at the most critical moment and rolled away, I'm afraid that both of them would have died. "
"Uh …"
Chief Wang could think of that scene. It was like some melodramatic plot in a TV series. Faking an accident? Even the car's board would be deformed.
It seemed that it was really not easy to do anything. The police officer almost died in the line of duty. And the person in the emergency room either really wanted to die, or he was a patient with a mental illness.
And the possibility of a mental illness was quite high.
If he wanted to die, there were countless ways to die. As long as he was in a normal state of mind, he would not dare to provoke the police. With only simple logic, Chief Wang made his own judgment.
"He's so young, why does he want to die? Look at him … "
"It doesn't seem like he wants to die, but he's sick," the police said. "Later, that colleague asked for support. We were close, so we rushed over. From what I heard from his words, it seemed that he thought he had been dreaming. "
"Dreaming?!" Chief Wang asked in confusion.
"Yes, it's the nightmare we usually sleep in. He can't wake up no matter what." The policeman continued, "He's probably mentally ill. We'll send him to the hospital. You should contact the mental hospital as soon as possible."
"The person who just went in is the director of the psychiatric department of the psychiatric hospital," Director Wang said.
"Hmm? Isn't this a People's Hospital? "
"It just so happens that we have an academic event."
The police did not ask much. Different professions were worlds apart. He only needed to send the person to the hospital. As for the rest, it didn't matter to him whether he was treated in the People's Hospital or the mental hospital. Besides, the People's Hospital also had a mental … neurology department.
He couldn't tell the difference between the two departments.
"Officer, where are the patient's family members?" Chief Wang asked.
"We found his colleague based on his ID," the policeman said. "The patient is not a local. He is a migrant worker."
How troublesome, Chief Wang thought to himself. They also had to contact their family members from other places. It would probably take a few days for them to rush over. However, this kind of troublesome patient would definitely be sent to the mental hospital. It had nothing to do with the People's Hospital.
It was a typical symptom of mental illness. He had a nightmare and ran to the road to 'sleepwalk'. It would be strange if this was not a mental illness.
Director Jiang was up to no good. Boss Zheng and Professor Su were here to give a lecture on the differential diagnosis of common diseases and mental illnesses. However, Director Jiang wanted to embarrass Boss Zheng by asking him to talk about the case in front of him.
F * ck! This person's character was really bad, Chief Wang thought to himself.
"Doctor, Brother Qiao … Where is Ning Qiao?" A few people rushed over.
"Are you Ning Qiao's colleagues?" The police asked seriously.
After seeing the police, these people's spirits wilted a little. The oldest man said, "Officer, I'm the person in charge of Ning Qiao's company. What happened to him? Did he commit murder or arson? "
"How can you say that?" The police glanced at him. "Didn't you find out that he was mentally ill when you recruited him?"
"No, Ning Qiao has worked in our company for more than three years. He is usually very kind and very capable," the old man said in a low voice. However, when he saw the police's stern face, he immediately bowed and smiled. "Did we say something wrong? Let me take a look at him first."
"Wait a minute, take a statement," the police said. "He almost caused a police officer to die in the line of duty. You say he is kind?"
Hearing this, the faces of the few people turned extremely ugly.
Ning Qiao was usually very kind. Under normal circumstances, he would not quarrel, let alone fight. Why did he fight with the police? Not only did he fight, but he almost caused a police officer to die in the line of duty.
This was a big problem.
The old man's eyes were a little wandering. He began to look around, trying to find an excuse to leave.
However, in the face of an experienced police officer, his little tricks were useless. Soon, he was called to the side to ask for his contact information.
Chief Wang was very bored. He sighed. What a coincidence. If not for this incident, how nice would it be to treat Boss Zheng and Professor Su to a meal after the lecture and have a good chat?
However, this did not seem to be a big deal. Chief Jiang would definitely not stay. The more he looked at him, the more annoyed he was. He was stupid and bad. It was not easy to live until now.
Was Boss Zheng someone a psychiatrist from Nanshan City could offend? He did not even want to talk to you. Chief Wang cursed in his heart. He saw the mess inside.
This kind of patient was the most troublesome. His limbs kept moving randomly. There had to be four or five strong men to hold him down.
Otherwise, he did not know what would happen again.
Chief Wang suddenly remembered that he had encountered a swimming coach who suddenly had a seizure and drowned.
Everyone thought that the swimming coach wanted to show off his ability to hold his breath. Seeing him continuously spitting bubbles in the water, they all applauded. They did not expect him to really drown. When he was sent to the hospital … it was not too late. However, the epileptic state did not pass and his limbs were twitching violently.
The swimming coach was too strong! Especially when he was unconscious. During that rescue, in order to successfully insert a needle, seven or eight people had to press down on the swimming coach.
His gluteus maximus was tight. It was said that the needle of the syringe was bent a few times. In the end, it was given through an intravenous injection. Only then did he become more obedient.
Did the mental hospital deal with such patients all year round? Chief Wang thought of some gossip about the medical staff of the mental hospital and was momentarily lost in thought.
Peak.
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