Chapter 124
Post-traumatic stress disorder, abbreviated as PTSD.
It refers to a series of adverse psychological reactions that occur after experiencing, witnessing or encountering one or more events involving the actual death of oneself or others.
Shen Yizhi always thought that Pei Yanhe was just afraid of the rain and was involved in some bad memories, and never thought that it would develop into a mental illness.
I have never heard him mention it in all these years.
She took a long breath and pretended to be calm and asked, "Which car did he drive today?"
Qin Mi: "Black Rolls-Royce."
"bite--"
The elevator door opened.
Shen Yizhi hurried in and threw him a sentence: "Contact his personal doctor and ask him to rush to the hospital within half an hour."
"The problem is, where is President Pei now..."?
Qin Mi's words were cut off by the closing elevator doors.
Forget it, Miss Shen must have her way.
He turned around and called his private doctor.
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On this side, Shen Yizhi came out of the elevator and asked Shang Kuoheng on the other end of the phone.
"Have you found out?"
Shang Kuoheng: "It's on the closed road in the north of the city. It's been parked there for a while."
There should be no accidents on the closed road section.
Perhaps Pei Yanhe sensed something in advance and left the crowded city center early.
Even so, Shen Yizhi still didn't dare to breathe a sigh of relief, "Shang Kuoheng, help me call an ambulance, I'll be there now."
Shang Kuoheng didn't dare to delay, "Okay, be careful."
"good."
Hang up the phone and get in the car.
The heavy rain was still pouring down, wetting her hair and skirt without her noticing.
Shen Yizhi didn't care about it and reported the address to Uncle Wang, "Uncle Wang, as soon as possible."
The rain flowed down the car window glass like sticky sweat.
There was clearly wind and it was clearly cool, but suddenly a stuffy feeling arose.
It was like a furnace, burning her anxious and unspeakable heart.
The ambulance arrived before Shen Yizhi.
As soon as Shen Yizhi got out of the car, he saw medical staff in raincoats carrying a protective frame into the ambulance.
The wind was blowing hard and the rain was pouring down. A horrible howling sound filled the sky.
Shen Yizhi rushed into the ambulance in the rain.
The medical staff reacted and tried to stop them.
Shen Yizhi sat down on the family chair and explained: "I am his family member."
The medical staff silently swallowed the words of objection.
Looking at her long eyelashes with water droplets hanging on them and the ends of her hair stuck together into strips, she looked disheveled and broken in beauty.
But her eyes were fixed on the man on the guardrail.
The man didn't have any injuries on his body, but his lips were deathly pale, and there seemed to be a ball of ink between his brows, which were tightly furrowed. It was hard to tell whether the drops of water falling from his forehead were rain or sweat.
Shen Yizhi held his cold hand, but his originally warm palm now had no temperature at all.
"How is he now?" Her voice trembled slightly.
If her hands weren't shaking, she would have thought it was an illusion.
Medical staff: "The heart rate and pulse are normal, there are no external injuries, and apart from being in a coma, there are no other problems."
Shen Yizhi breathed a sigh of relief, holding his powerless hand with both hands and pressing it against her cheek.
She was trying to warm him with her body heat.
Pious and sincere.
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Hospital.
I had a full body checkup and everything was fine.
The doctor said that I could be discharged from the hospital as long as I waited for him to wake up, and he didn't even need to prescribe any medicine.
After all, he has a mental illness.
Shen Yizhi's clothes and hair were still wet and sticky, making her feel uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Shu Xinyu had anticipated this and prepared a change of clothes in advance and asked Shang Kuoheng to bring them.
It's a private hospital with a bathroom, so it's convenient to take a shower.
After Shen Yizhi quickly finished blow-drying her hair, Shang Kuoheng and Chen Jinyang were already standing by the bed.
The two of them stood straight in a row at the end of the bed, looking somewhat strange.
Shen Yizhi was speechless for a moment, then walked up without saying a word, dragged the two of them out, and drove them away.
"He's fine, he should be awake tomorrow. You guys go back first and come back tomorrow."
Chen Jinyang hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Okay."
After all, there are no serious external injuries on his body, so there is no point for them to stay.
Shang Kuoheng said, "He hid it very well. We didn't even know he had post-traumatic stress disorder, so don't blame yourself too much."
Over the years, Pei Yanhe has acted like he hates rainy days so much that they all thought he only hated it because of what happened that year.
I never thought it would develop into a mental illness.
The reason why Shang Kuoheng said this was because he knew that Shen Yizhi would definitely hate him in her heart late one night. If it weren't for her art exhibition, would Pei Yanhe not go out, drive by himself, and run into a rainstorm?
Shen Yizhi was momentarily distracted. After a long moment, she nodded slowly, "I know, don't worry."
After seeing off Shang Kuoheng and Chen Jinyang.
Shen Yizhi went to the next ward to see Pei Yanhe's personal doctor.
She asked straight to the point, "Did he develop this disease when he was ten years old?"
The private doctor was a relatively young man. He wore a pair of black-framed glasses and was dressed in a strict and meticulous professional attire, appearing calm and honest.
He was so honest that he refused Shen Yizhi without hesitation: “Sorry, ma’am, I have to respect the patient’s privacy.”
Secretary Qin stood aside, furious, "Doctor Wu, Miss Shen is one of us!"
Doctor Wu nodded and said, "I'm sorry."
Shen Yizhi shook his head, “It’s okay.”
She stood up and was about to leave the ward when she turned around and asked again, "Can this disease be cured?"
Doctor Wu: "Mr. Pei's condition is hard to say."
I have tried psychotherapy, medication, and everything I could think of, but there has been no effect after all these years.
Dr. Wu knows something about it.
So it’s not that it can’t be cured, nor that it can be cured well, but it’s just that it’s hard to say.
Shen Yizhi seemed to understand something and lowered his eyes, "I see, thank you."
When the door closes.
Doctor Wu suddenly spoke again: "Mr. Pei's main problem is still himself. Deep down, he is very resistant to treatment. So, if you can, Miss Shen, please try to guide him out of it."
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Return to Pei Yanhe's ward.
The sound of raindrops hitting the window was infinitely amplified, covering up the man's barely audible breathing.
Shen Yizhi stood beside the bed and reached out to smooth his furrowed brows bit by bit.
At this moment, his body temperature finally recovered a little, but his face was still very pale.
Chen Yizhi's eyes were inexplicably red, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by someone. The sourness surged like a tide, and he couldn't stop feeling heartbroken.
Shang Kuoheng's words resurfaced in my ears: "He hid it very well. We didn't even know he had post-traumatic stress disorder."
Now she finally understood how Pei Yanhe felt when she concealed her hand injury.
After experiencing it myself, I realized that the heart really does hurt.
She couldn't blame him for not telling anyone.
All she could do was blame herself.
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