Jiangcheng Mental Hospital.

Its official name is Jiangcheng Mental Health Center. It was established in the 1930s and has a history of 90 years. The last time the hospital was renovated was 20 years ago. Afterwards, only the equipment was updated and no construction work was started.

In the minds of many children born in Jiangcheng, this hospital is a symbol of terror and horror. As the best story to threaten children to sleep, once words like "If you don't go to sleep, I will send you to No. 900 Xicheng North Road" are said, many children will be frightened and unable to sleep.

Of course, with the publicity of hospital construction in recent years and the popularization of the Internet, mental hospitals are not so scary anymore.

Among these modern Internet users, who doesn’t have depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder, or paranoia?

Nowadays, No. 900 Xicheng North Road is generally used to insult people.

Usage methods such as "You should go back to No. 900 Xicheng North Road as soon as possible" and "Do you live at No. 900 Xicheng North Road?" are jokes that only locals can understand. Even if outsiders hear them, they will only be confused and at a loss.

Hospital intensive care unit.

During this period, more and more people came to the intensive care unit.

This made Dr. Hao a little overwhelmed.

Some of these people thought they saw colorful pork flying in the sky, some inexplicably wore VR glasses to show themselves in the toilet, and some even claimed that they saw their own teddy bears walking on the street. The list goes on.

Lu Ban's arrival made the already busy intensive care unit even worse.

Fortunately, these are already critically ill patients, and most of them cannot stop taking medication. They need to rely on pharmacological means to suppress their mental illnesses. Therefore, even if Lu Ban talks nonsense, it will not affect these people much.

In the early morning, the sun shone on the head of the bed, and Lu Ban woke up to the sound of the radio.

The intensive care units are all independent wards. Lu Ban washed up, changed into his hospital gown, and went to the cafeteria with other patients.

The breakfast in the cafeteria consists of traditional foods such as steamed buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk, which are a bit bland for ordinary people. In fact, the reason is that they are worried that those highly irritating foods will cause patients to have attacks.

For patients with severe mental disorders, physical discomfort can easily trigger mental fluctuations, thereby aggravating symptoms.

Lu Ban took a bowl of soy milk, a fried dough stick, and two buns, and sat in the cafeteria.

At the table, several patients were sitting together, eating in silence.

According to Lu Ban's contact over the past two days, these patients are not autistic and their silence is just an appearance.

Many people are laughed at by others or even disliked by their families because they speak differently, so they gradually develop the habit of being taciturn, which aggravates their symptoms.

For a long time, mentally ill people have been viewed in a strange way. People are frightened and afraid of them and stay away from them.

But when Lu Ban sat here, he felt very warm, just like returning home.

After breakfast and morning exercises, it is free time.

Most of the critically ill patients were confined to their rooms and could only move around in the recreation room for six hours in total: two hours in the morning, two hours in the afternoon, and two hours in the evening.

At this moment, in the entertainment room, there was no one playing table tennis, watching TV, or reading alone.

All the patients gathered around one person and listened to what he said.

"…That year, Nanhua Private Renji Hospital had not yet been established, and the director was studying abroad…"

Lu Ban held a plastic bottle as a gavel, sat on a chair, and described his experience vividly.

He sometimes told a story about a few people riding in a car in the wilderness at night and encountering mice and flying fish.

Sometimes there are stories about ghosts playing piano with mannequins in run-down theaters.

Sometimes the story is about a wanderer and a girl who travel to the center of the world and face each other at the two ends of time.

For some reason, these severely mentally ill patients became quiet when they heard Lu Ban’s story. They stared at Lu Ban with curious eyes like kindergarten children.

As the break came to an end, Lu slammed the gavel, and the story came to an end. The patients' eyes lit up and they returned to a state of dull silence.

Seeing this scene, the young nurse outside the lounge said to Dr. Hao with some concern.

"Doctor Hao, isn't this a bit strange? Can he influence and control these patients?"

"Don't talk nonsense. These people just think it's new. Go to work and stop hanging around here."

Doctor Hao told the young nurse not to think too much and sent her away. He then looked at Lu Ban who walked out of the entertainment room and went to meet him.

"Director Lu, how do you feel?"

I have to say that when Lu Ban was here, these patients became much more obedient. They no longer resisted injections or medications, just like elementary school students who would do anything for a spring outing.

Dr. Hao suddenly had the idea of ​​letting Lu Ban stay in the hospital forever.

"Not bad, they are all very well behaved. I often chat with them and understand their ideas. I think a lot of them make sense."

Lu Ban casually pointed at a bald, 25-year-old patient who was originally a programmer.

"For example, he was sent in because he was planning on hanging his boss from a street lamp on his computer. I listened to what he said. His boss is so abominable. I think people like him should be hung from a street lamp!"

He pointed to another old man who had only two or three hairs on his head and was wearing flip-flops and a vest in the middle of winter.

"For example, he was a teacher who worked hard to raise three children. But the three brothers were worse than the others and sent the old man here because he was mentally ill. This is too abominable!"

He then looked at a woman who had her arms raised, pretending to hold a child.

"For example, she was returning home with her child from kindergarten, but she ran into a psychopathic murderer. She and her child were stabbed more than 80 times. She managed to crawl out of the mourning hall with her last breath, but she was sent here. It's really sad!"

Dr. Hao looked at the three people.

The woman was intact. She became mentally ill because she failed fifty blind dates in a row and was finally criticized by the blind date for her high demands. She fast-forwarded to the moment of losing her son.

The old man doesn’t have any children. When he was working in a factory, he didn’t follow safety regulations and was electrocuted. His brain is now abnormal.

As for the programmer.

"Oh, that programmer is real, so sad."

Doctor Hao nodded in agreement.

"So, I think their opinions are very valuable for reference, and I plan to include them in the textbooks."

Lu Ban said solemnly.

"When the time comes, I will write your name, Dr. Hao, in the acknowledgments of the textbook."

"Please forgive me."

Doctor Hao shook his head after hearing this.

If his name was written, those actors who studied mental illness according to textbooks would probably find someone to break his legs.

"It's almost time. I'm going to go back for lunch."

Lu Ban looked at the wall clock.

"Okay, take your time."

Doctor Hao waved his hand.

"Let's go."

Lu Ban said to the person beside him.

Then, Dr. Hao saw that Lu Ban seemed to be holding someone's hand, with his hand half raised in the air, and walked towards the ward.

And there was no one there.

"...Will those people in the film and television industry blame me for driving him crazy?"

Doctor Hao shuddered.