Chapter 71 Manic Disorder

  This sturdy man's strength was particularly great, and coupled with his current madness, he had no qualms about striking out. If this palm were to be pushed onto an ordinary person, it would definitely push the person down from the stairs.

  "Be careful!"

  "Take cover!"

  "Not good!"

  The people behind shouted in panic.

  Song Jian suddenly reached out and grabbed the wrist of the sturdy man, then took a small step to the side, followed by a quick turn, and had already twisted the sturdy man's arm behind his back, exactly the same as the police's usual grappling technique.

  An ordinary person's arm would be bent to the point of numbness and loss of resistance, but this sturdy fellow seemed impervious to pain, struggling with all his might.

  Zhou Tong was so scared that he let out a loud cry of "ah".

  Song Jian saw that this man was still not honest, and his right leg kicked the leg pit of this strong man.

  With a "thud", the strong man knelt down, and then more than a dozen people surrounded him, and with a flurry of hands and feet, they pressed the strong man to the ground.

  "Get out of the way!"

  Two interns rushed from behind, one pushing a surgical cart and the other holding a rope.

  A dozen or so people pulled the strong man's arms and legs, and pressed him onto the operating cart. The intern doctor quickly took over the rope and tied the strong man to the cart with a few tight knots.

  "Let me go! You bunch of bastards!" The burly man's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was accompanied by waves of foul breath.

  "Oh, my son! My son! How did you suddenly become like this?" A woman in her fifties squeezed in, with tears streaming down her face. She grasped the operating cart and wailed: "My son! What am I going to do for the rest of my life?"

  "Get out! You're not my mother! You're the one who's harming me! Get out! I don't want to see you!" The big man struggled with all his might on the operating table, beads of sweat as large as beans continuously dripping from his forehead. Although it was winter, his sweat kept increasing.

  Zhou Tong tightly grasped Song Jian's arm, somewhat nervously.

  The woman just grasped the operating cart, letting the strong man on the cart scold her, she didn't leave, only shedding tears.

  A doctor under forty squeezed over, still holding a brand new iPhone 6 in his hand.

  "Doctor, Doctor, please, I beg of you, hurry and save my son!" The woman grabbed the middle-aged doctor's clothes and almost knelt down when she saw him.

  The doctor nodded and pulled the woman, "Sister, don't worry, I've already contacted the psychiatric hospital, they'll send a car over right away. Sister, rest assured, nothing will happen."

  After hearing this, the woman became even more anxious. "Doctor Huang, my son is not mentally ill! How could he become mentally ill? He was fine just two days ago and has been fine for over 30 years, so how could he suddenly become mentally ill?"

  Song Jian was somewhat perplexed, and he walked forward to take a look at the robust man. The robust man's eyes were bloodshot, his breath was fierce, and large beads of sweat kept falling down. Song Jian stretched out his hand again to press on the robust man's lower abdomen, but as soon as he touched the skin, the robust man let out a loud howl and began to curse at Song Jian loudly.

  Na Dahu glared at Song Jian and said: "Who are you? Don't stir up trouble, he's already gone mad. What if something happens?"

  At this time, a little nurse hastily said: "Director, it was Mr. Liu Dachun who subdued him just now."

  "Oh," Director Chuang nodded.

  "Huh? Is that Liu Dachun?" Song Jian was stunned for a moment, then looked at the woman, "Are you Director Liu's mother? What's going on here?"

  The woman saw Song Jian call Liu Dachun "Director Liu" and hurriedly asked Song Jian who he was.

  Song Jiandao said, "Some time ago, I had a phone call with Director Liu to discuss the purchase of Hongxing Pharmaceutical Factory. Today, I was just thinking of finding him for further discussion, but then I heard that Director Liu is ill and hospitalized here, so I came over to take a look. Auntie, what's going on?"

  The woman heard Song Jian's words, and her tears flowed more continuously. "Oh, I don't know what sin I committed to let my son suffer such a crime. Some time ago, Dachun had a cold and coughed, so I gave him some cough medicine. After the cough got better, Dachun often said he was thirsty and uncomfortable, and liked to drink water and beverages. Even in the middle of winter, he still drank cold water, but he still kept getting mouth ulcers. Then I let Dachun come to the hospital for a check-up, and it was always Dr. Chuang who saw him."

  Director Na heard the woman's words with a hint of resentment and couldn't help but say, "I prescribed the most commonly used antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs, as well as some vitamins. My treatment method is universally applicable and legally protected anywhere."

  The woman was taken aback, then said: "But my son's mouth sores have not healed, and his temper has gotten worse. He used to be very filial, always obedient to me, but recently he has been quick to lose his temper with me, even smashing pots and pans, and lying awake at night."

  Director Chuang did not refute, it was obvious that what the woman said was true, and Director Chuang himself did not know where the problem lay.

  The people around gathered together, listening to the woman telling her illness.

  Liu Dachun's mother, seeing that Director Chuang did not refute her, wiped away her tears and sobbed: "Then Dachun's condition got worse and worse, until this morning, he suddenly went crazy, hitting people and smashing things. Waaah... Just now, he even hit a little nurse so hard that her forehead was bleeding. Look, he's running away right now, and you caught him. Ai..."

  Song Jian patted the shoulder of this white-haired woman and was about to speak when Director Chuan on the side spoke up: "Sister, don't be too sad, since things have come to this, we can only think of a way to treat it slowly. Now it seems that your son has manic-depressive psychosis, this is certain, let's send him to a psychiatric hospital first, there is still a chance for a cure."

  The people around also came forward to persuade him.

  Liu Dachun's mother sobbed: "But my son has always been fine, and his grandparents and uncles and aunts have no mental illness."

  "Mental illness can be congenital or acquired. In any case, he is now very dangerous and must be sent to a mental hospital for treatment," said Director Chuang firmly.

  Liu's mother turned around, clinging to the operating cart and wailing loudly. Liu Dachun on the cart, however, was constantly roaring with rage, his throat emitting waves of hoarse cries as he continuously cursed the people around him.

  Song Jian patted Liu Mu's shoulder and said, "Auntie, your son's illness is not a big deal, don't be sad, I can cure it."

  "Ah?" Liu's mother suddenly turned around, pulling Song Jian's arm. At this time, a woman led a 7 or 8-year-old boy to rush over, apparently Liu Dachun's wife and child. The two of them heard from Song Jian that he could treat Liu Dachun's mental illness, and they both pulled Song Jian's hand, asking for his help.

  The patients around them were discussing it, and Doctor Chu looked at Song Jian again and said: "Young man, this is a regular hospital, don't try to cheat people out of their money here."

  Song Jian turned to Director Chuang and said, "Director, I've also studied traditional Chinese medicine for a few years. From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, this illness is indeed not a serious one. If you don't believe me, please ask the doctors from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of your hospital to come and take a look. A simple examination will reveal the truth."

  When Song Jian said this, the surrounding people's discussions became even louder. This Lake Bank Hospital is a thorough Western modernized hospital from head to toe, and these patients are also coming to see Western doctors. Now Song Jian actually said that a mental illness, in the eyes of traditional Chinese medicine, is not a big deal at all, which is surprising.

  More and more people gathered around, Liu's mother and Liu Dachun's wife hurriedly said: "Use Chinese medicine? We have Chinese medicine at home. Mr. Song, I really don't want my son to go to a mental hospital. Since they won't treat us, Mr. Song, you treat Dachun! We will repay you! Whether it's cured or not, we'll repay you!"

  Mrs. Liu could tell that Song Jian and Zhou Tong were people of status, now hearing Song Jian say that he could treat the illness, Mrs. Liu immediately became desperate and sought medical attention everywhere, hoping for a miracle to happen in her heart.

  Song Jian saw that Director Chuan did not believe him, so he didn't say much. He said, "Alright, Auntie, Sister-in-law, let's take Liu Changchun back to the factory and treat him with Chinese medicine."

  "Wait!"

  Director Chuang could no longer listen to this, these three people were completely looking down on Western medicine, looking down on his authority in the medical field.

  "Do you even understand the law?! Do you have a medical license and prescription rights?! I'm telling you, if someone dies, you'll be held criminally responsible!" Director Chuang glared at Song Jian.

  Song Jian was somewhat impatient, "You sending him to a mental hospital is the real disregard for human life! If you don't believe me, you can invite a doctor from the Chinese medicine department to come and try. If you're not willing to invite one, then get out of the way! Don't use the law as a shield for your disregard for human life!"

  "Ah... good! Let me see what kind of Chinese medicine nonsense can cure mental illness! Little Yang, go to the TCM department and call a doctor over!" Director Chuang instructed the nurse beside him.

  The little nurse's face turned pale, she looked around and whispered: "Director Chuo, you know that the Chinese Medicine Department has no patients, so the two old doctors never come to work and sit in the clinic."

  This lakeside hospital is a Western medicine hospital, although it has a traditional Chinese medicine department, but it's just for show. The reason why it was set up is that a three-A hospital must have a traditional Chinese medicine department. Because there are no patients in the traditional Chinese medicine department, most of the doctors here only hold positions and draw salaries, they never come to work.

  Director Chu sneered with a smile, "Traditional Chinese medicine has not fallen to this point yet. There are still people who dare to boast and brag. Xiao Yang, go take a look at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department and bring someone over."

  The little nurse with a round face nodded and hurried away.

  In just a few minutes, a young doctor in his mid-twenties followed behind Xiao Yang, hurrying over.

  "Director... Director, you... you're calling me?" The young TCM doctor was terrified. He came here to work and earned a salary of 1,200 yuan per month. His working hours were spent playing cards with the nurse and chatting with her to pass the time. He had never diagnosed a patient before. Now, seeing Director Chuo, his calf muscles had gone soft and were trembling.

  Director Chu glanced at the young Chinese medicine doctor with disdain and said, "Lin Hai, there's a patient here. Go take a look and see what's going on? Someone says that Chinese medicine can easily cure this patient. See if it's true?"

  Lin Hai looked around, dozens of eyes staring at him. For a moment, Lin Hai's forehead was sweating profusely, and the knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine he had learned in five years of undergraduate study was instantly forgotten. He took two steps forward and saw Liu Dachun lying on the operating table, cursing and scolding with his head completely covered.

  "What's going on? Why are all the doctors in the hospital not being called, but only me? Is it to take the opportunity to fire me?" Lin Hai's heart trembled even more, "And it's not just about firing me, but also humiliating me in front of everyone. This vicious villain is too despicable!"