Thursday, April 16, 8:49 pm.

Luo Zhe does not think he has psychological problems in a high-end office building. However, his acquaintances here are practitioners with psychiatric certification qualifications. They can prescribe prescriptions for zopiclon and alprazolam, which can help him sleep. Sometimes they prescribe duloxetine and paroxetine, when the situation is serious.

The retro Baroque decoration style, the furniture with horseshoe legs has the accent of the upper class of the medieval Parisian society. The nostalgic carved mahogany wall clock and the second hand are extremely crisp every time. Luo Zhe was a little impressed.

"I can't prescribe you any medicine, you need a healthy and natural sleep."

The female doctor was afraid of Luo Zhe and was afraid that he would have various conditions due to side effects. She had prescribed Luo Zhe for nearly half a year. Although he followed the standard dose every time, he came too frequently and exceeded the regulations.

"Please, I'm in pain."

Luo Zhe held a hot water cup in his hands to keep warm. He was about to get used to sleeplessness and even began to forget his childhood memories. Following the names and concepts of things, it was difficult for him to remember what he had experienced and grasp the specific content. Only vague approximations and accurate recollections are the only one who has to analyze the values ​​and satisfy the desires of others.

"Can't you go to the hospital?"

The female doctor's melancholy eyes looked sideways, and she did not dare to look directly at Luo Zhe, and refused him. If this continues, there will definitely be problems, because Luo Zhe prescribes him without taking any tests.

“They need to prescribe before they determine that they have psychological disorders and mental problems.”

pound……

Anger without any signs.

"I'm not mentally ill."

The hot water cup in Luo Zhe's hand was crushed, and the glass fragments were pierced into the flesh, mixing boiling water to burn the skin, and bright red plasma was overflowing.

His voice sounded extremely tired, and he no longer had the energy to think about where he got the strength to crush the glass.

No one could reject Luo Zhe like this. His meticulously combed oily head radiated a few strands, his haggard and sick look was extremely embarrassed, his figure of 1.8 meters and his thin body were a bit strange and alternative tall, as well as the blood on his sleeves and collar.

Qiao Ya couldn't, she frowned helplessly, then rolled up the sleeves of the suit, left the seat, squatted down and treated Luo Zhe's wounds.

The fragrance of a beautiful woman penetrates into her nose. Whether it is her intellectual and beautiful gentle face, as well as her well-proportioned and beautiful figure, it can encourage the evil thoughts of any normal man.

Luo Zhe just wanted to get the medicine as soon as possible and sleep well for a while.

“It may hurt a little.”

Qiao Ya used tweezers to pick out the glass residue in Luo Zhe's palm piece by piece.

“…”

Luo Zhe didn't say a word. This fleeting pain was better than a massage, because it would gradually become weak and the secret pleasure that could not be told, like tearing off the scabs on the wound.

The wound was treated, and after disinfection, the bandage was wrapped, and the blood was soaked in gauze.

"I can prescribe you medicine, but it's the last time."

Qiao Ya remembers that this is not the first time she said such a thing.

“There is no better person in the world than you.”

Luo Zhe said in a weak voice, not only his teeth, but suddenly there was more discomfort. He felt a little nauseous and nauseous. Something seemed to be squirming in his organs, sticking to the surface of the tiny pipes or sliding inside.

Qiao Ya has never seen Luo Zhe in such a state. Although she has been in a state of depression in the past few days, she is a little too scary now, as if she will die at any time, and she does not have the look that healthy people should have.

"You need to consult... you need to find someone to talk to, and you need to pay attention. If you keep it closed like this, insomnia will only become more and more serious."

After six months of contact, Qiao Ya knew that Luo Zhe thought he was mentally healthy, so he changed his mouth. He thought it was just insomnia and it was no big deal, but he thought so himself.

In fact, Luo Zhe was quite ill, but he kept silent and didn't know what kind of mental state he was. He fell into a vicious cycle and just came to prescribe medicine for himself and stubbornly wanted to treat himself. It was a miracle that he had not been locked up in a mental hospital. He just survived with his monster-like psychological endurance, but it won't be too long. No one has such a terrifying mind unless it's not a human.

"You're a little fussy, Doctor, I just don't sleep well." Luo Zhe took the medicine bottle with his fingers trembling. The man in a white coat likes to preach and make big fuss. He subconsciously swallowed his throat, "Can you give me some duloxetine?"

These are controlled drugs and require prescriptions, otherwise Luo Zhe could go to some chain pharmacies.

If it were someone else, Luo Zhe would have used money to bribe it. Unfortunately, Qiao Ya has an academic qualification that ordinary people can't match and a very wealthy family. She is a lady from a wealthy family and only comes into contact with her through the relationship between a rich friend.

Qiao Ya is not the kind of person who cheats money after taking the psychological counseling certificate. She is a psychiatrist who has returned from studying abroad. She does not work for money. People in China with psychological disorders and mental illnesses are often misunderstood and slandered, and belongs to an extremely marginal vulnerable group. Not only that, there are too few psychologists in China, and even if there are, they are not born in professional schools. In such an environment, she plays the role of saving the world and saving people.

"You have to talk to me so that I can prescribe the right medicine and help your situation,"

Qiao Ya understood that feeling. It was because she crawled out of hell and saw hell that she knew how torture the patient's life was. Electric shock therapy was abused and used randomly by some scumbags as a means of torture, which led to the misunderstanding of the real effect and gradually stigmatization. However, in fact, under the manipulation of professionals, electroconvulsive treatment of ECT is feasible. Under the injection of anesthesia and muscle relaxants, electric shock induces epilepsy to achieve the purpose of controlling mental symptoms.

Although this sounds ridiculous, Qiao Ya, as a witness, can’t understand it very much. ECT is either because of suicide tendency, or because of side effects caused by taking medicine, it is worse than death. Compared to these, ECT is already extremely gentle.

Luo Zhe needs treatment, but unless he is willing to cooperate, Qiao Ya has no choice but to do anything.

"Everyone has insomnia, I'm just serious, only sleeping pills can help me."

Luo Zhe stood up and was about to leave with a briefcase in his arms. He didn't believe that nonsense. Rather than saying that mental illness is a disease, weakness is a disease. The timid will be afraid. This is natural and cannot be treated. This is not a disease, but just... a defect.

Luo Zhe claimed to be a...warrior.

He would not say these words, and it would be difficult for him to get the medicine if he angered her.

Qiao Ya was silent, this was the crux of Luo Zhe, and he blamed everything on insomnia.

"Then tell me why I have insomnia?"

This problem must be solved, and Qiao Ya doesn't want Luo Zhe to come to him endlessly to get medicine.

Luo Zhe was stunned, staring at the wall clock with a dull look.

After a little thought, he said.

"Maybe it's just... the world is so boring that I feel like I'm sleeping all the time."

Luo Zhe brought the door.

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9:41 pm

Inside a commercial residential area.

Luo Zhe looked up at the moon, perhaps because of his own illusion. The celestial body seemed a little closer to him, and the color was a bit strange. It seemed to be covered with a thin layer of red gauze. The faint shadow of potholes on it was no longer the same as before, but it was like a pool of eggs that were broken by toads in blood.

He felt anxious inexplicably, and when his nose heated, the black and red liquid rushed out again. Luo Zhe subconsciously blocked his nasal cavity with his cuffs.

The domesticated pet dog is extremely gentle.

Usually this is the case.

Hysterical barking...

The owners of these pet dogs were also confused. The iron chains in their hands had to be used to accumulate them with the greatest strength. They turned into sick vicious dogs, their cute faces were also distorted, and their fangs appeared, becoming ferocious beasts. The sticky saliva was thrown all over the ground, jumping up in the direction of Luo Zhe, and shouting loudly.

The owners of these pet dogs firmly hold on to their beloved dogs and don’t understand why they have an unreasonable hostility towards the stranger in front of them, which is unprecedented.
Chapter completed!