Chapter 001 | 0001 Even the Mentally Ill Need a Substitute
"That concludes today's treatment. Miss Wu, please remember to take your medication."
Jiang An gave instructions to his patients.
It's 7:30 PM now, well past the opening hours of Zhou's Clinic.
However, the patient's family members, who were powerful and influential, not only broke down the door but also forcibly broke with convention and forced the unwilling patient inside.
Theoretically speaking, such a "distinguished guest" should not be treated by Jiang An. He is just a junior doctor who has just been promoted to attending physician, and is not even among the clinic's experts.
But when the patient pointed him out, he had no choice but to take over the position of his mentor, Zhou Wenbo—the clinic's top expert—and treat the patient.
The patient's name was Wu Xian. After registering the information, Jiang An's colleague, Li Lin, told him that it was a very beautiful name.
She is also a very beautiful person.
According to information provided by the family, Wu Xian is a painter, that is, an artist.
It is common for painters to have mental problems, which is not surprising, but apart from this, Wu Qian's experiences are not mentioned at all.
The family members intentionally concealed the patient's condition and refused to cooperate, leaving Jiang An helpless in the face of such a situation at the private clinic.
But this is not a good sign; abnormality indicates a problem.
She's also very difficult to approach, just like she is now.
Wu Qian didn't reply to Jiang An. She just looked into Dr. Jiang's eyes and nodded gently. Her black eyelashes opened and closed like brushes, and the shadows cast by the light were projected onto her face, overlapping with her light dark circles.
The dark blue and gray overlapped and were indistinguishable.
Her every move has a touch of the charm of classical paintings of ladies, but she also has some mental problems.
As Li Lin said, Wu Qian was very beautiful; she should have been a beauty in the universal sense, but she appeared sickly due to her unhealthy lifestyle.
Everyone's first impression of her is "white". Sometimes Jiang An thinks that Li Lin's opinion that Wu Qian is a vampire makes a lot of sense.
Wu Xian was very white, an unhealthy color like frost and snow, and somewhat like the plaster in her studio, lacking the rosy glow of a normal human body.
When Wu Xian was being treated for her mental illness, they all suggested that she should also check if she had any physical problems.
"I'm fine." This was Wu Qian's refusal. She was very stubborn, and coming to the psychological clinic was already the biggest concession she could make.
He had seen her medical report; she was indeed in very good condition, abnormally so.
It's quite unbelievable that someone with insomnia, loss of appetite, and a terrible mood would have all their medical tests come back normal.
Wealthy people always have their own ways of maintaining their health, and Jiang An shouldn't delve too deeply into that.
Perhaps it is because artists are all pursuing an otherworldly quality.
She was wearing many layers of clothing. It was summer, but Wu Xian didn't feel uncomfortable. She was more reluctant to expose her skin to others than suffer from heatstroke.
Jiang An had no choice but to lower the temperature of the air conditioner in the clinic, and the cold air blowing out forced him to put on a thick white coat.
"Miss Wu, please remember to take your medicine," Jiang An reminded her again, subconsciously feeling that Wu Qian wouldn't listen to him.
Wu Xian was very quiet. When she first came to the psychologist for treatment, she did not cry or resist like most patients.
She never had an emotional breakdown; she simply sat quietly and waited for a series of examinations.
Wu Xian has almost no desire to confide in anyone.
Or perhaps Jiang An, as a doctor, is not someone worth talking to.
This is very rare.
Because of their status, patients naturally rely on people in their field who can treat them—that is, doctors. This is a lifeline, and most people, regardless of their personality, are driven by the survival instinct and try to hold on to it tightly.
Therefore, most critically ill patients maintain an inherently unequal relationship with their attending physicians, and patients naturally tend to adopt a more subservient attitude when they need something from their doctors.
Wu Xian and Jiang An are not equal, but she is in a superior position.
Jiang An knew that she was a bad patient who didn't listen to the doctor.
Despite spending a lot of money on medical treatment, she has not cooperated for two months and has even had very little communication with us.
The most cooperative time was when she said she had pica, and in exchange, Wu Xian asked Jiang An to wear contact lenses.
To be precise, they are dark red contact lenses.
Wu Xian often stared blankly into his eyes; she didn't seem like a patient there for treatment, but rather like a visitor.
To better understand her patients, Jiang An had seen Wu Qian's works exhibited on the market. She rarely used such sharp and crude colors in her paintings, and the absence of one of the three primary colors made her works as strange as a person.
From a psychological perspective, Wu Xian must have loved this color so much that she was unwilling to depict it in her paintings, even to the point of neglecting to do so in her art.
He tried to figure out the source of Wu Qian's obsession with red, but failed. This woman was a tangled mess; he couldn't find the thread, or rather, she was resisting.
He could only guess that it was something, or more likely, someone. As a doctor, he had asked, but Wu Qian remained silent.
"Miss Wu, it's almost time for today."
"good."
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The female lead is Wu Qian, and Jiang An is just a passerby.
Puppy Diary:
Thursday, I really didn't want to go out. The stand-in I hired was so annoying, getting more and more long-winded. It was a terrible experience.
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