He is the invisible man

It was then that something happened that had a big impact on Xie Qingcheng.

Over the years in the country, three cases of the mental Ai Bola disease have been detected, of which case number 3 has been under custodial care in a private hospital.

And it was during that flurry that Case 3 suddenly died.

Before his death, he lost all sense of self, and even killed his father, who had been taking care of him at his bedside.

Xie Qingcheng sat for a long time after learning the news.

Case #3 is the one who has fought the disease the longest besides him. Xie Qingcheng was also in charge of his guided treatment for some time with the research team.

Number 3 was normal then, and even made Xie Qingcheng think he wouldn't be crushed.

But he's still dead.

The ward was covered in blood, like a magnificent Manjusri in bloom.

From the security camera, it appears that No. 3 attacked his own father in the course of the attack, and acted in such an insane, maniacal manner that, judging from the blurred images, one might even think that it was a blood-sucking beast, if one didn't say that it was a human being on the tape in advance.

"He doesn't recognize his father at all."

"His dad kept calling his name, but it didn't do any good."

"It's just horrible ......"

Xie Qingcheng kept thinking back to what he had seen on the videotape, to the details of what others had described to him.

At the end of the day, he recalled the half-hearted refusal to give in to suffering when Case 3 was still conscious.

No. 3 is already at an advanced stage, and the kind of drugs newly developed in the United States can't do anything to alleviate its situation.

But Xie Qingcheng still has options ...... he still has a chance.

Finally, on the day of No. 3's funeral with his father, Xie Qingcheng came to Qin Ciyan and said:

"Sensei, I'm willing to be treated with the new medicine."

It's time to get everything back on track.

The fact that things are still back on track is a sign that fate is treating him well.

Xie Qingcheng started to take special drugs, and he could feel that his mind was not as sharp as it used to be.

But his health, his strength, seemed to be slowly returning to him.

Finally, one day, when he completed a five-kilometer cross-country trail with sandbags on his back, he knew that he was no longer a Primordial Patient.

He is Xie Qingcheng.

It was many years ago that Xie Qingcheng, who used to fantasize about one day being able to wear a police rank and uniform.

But alas, the stamina comes back, the years don't.

He had missed out forever with his original dream. The reality was that he would study and graduate to become a psychiatry-related doctor and then could live out this life in peace and tranquility.

He didn't want to get into too much trouble at that point, and he no longer had the abundance of wisdom to sustain him in too many things.

Xie Qingcheng only intends to put the rest of his heart and soul into attacking mental illness.

He remembers what hell is like.

So he doesn't want more people to fall any deeper into it.

It was for this reason that when He Jiwei approached him and asked him to become He Yu's personal physician, he did not immediately agree. Because he didn't have that much energy to spare.

Saving a person is important, but he has more subjects waiting to be broken through and explored, such as depression, bipolar disorder, and autism that more people still suffer from ......

And so on and so forth.

If he hadn't seen Lv Zhishu treat the child that way, if he hadn't seen He Yu suffer more than he ever had.

He wasn't supposed to stay.

He Yu was more or less an accident in his life.

Xie Qingcheng can't tell anyone that he is also a recipient of RN13, the legendary First Emperor.

But he ended up choosing to stay with number four.

Stay with that lonely child.

Endless summer often fangirls, as that young dragon curled up helplessly, wailing and calling out for someone alive who would understand his suffering and receive his hertz, Xie Qingcheng heard his lone cry but couldn't respond, he could only look at him in silence and then reach out to that teenager as Qin Ciyan had once reached out to him with his hand.

Ask a question. Don't you hurt?

Things should have just gone peacefully.

He will stay with He Yu for ten years, according to the agreement He Jiwei made with him. He Yu is indeed so unloved that he is more lonely and miserable than any other mental Ai Bola patient.

He says you all don't understand me, he doesn't know that there is another case in the world where he almost completely overcame his illness and became a normal person.

Although Xie Qingcheng encouraged him, he couldn't say much, so he used to worry that He Yu wouldn't be able to listen to all his encouragement.

Fortunately, He Yu is not that rebellious and is still a good boy after all.

He firmly remembered the things Xie Qingcheng taught him, and followed Xie Qingcheng's example of calmness, walking the path that Xie Qingcheng had walked.

Xie Qingcheng could have taken him out of the deep swamp of disease this way.

If something hadn't happened to Qin Ciyan.

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"Old Qin, you do things that are too presumptuous sometimes."

I don't know how many times Qin Ciyan has been harassed, reported and complained against because of his kindness and consideration for his patients.

Xie Qingcheng stood by the window sill of his office, looking out of the window at the pouring rain, while saying this.

At that time, Qin Ciyan was already in his sixties, retired from Yanshou, and was rehired by Shanghai Medical College.

Xie Qingcheng has also graduated and become a doctor at Shanghai Medical Hospital.

The two of them, as before, never showed any acquaintance before outsiders.

That's why all of Qin Ciyan's disciples don't know that Dr. Xie from the Mental Health Department is actually their Big Brother. Xie Qingcheng is the man hidden in the shadows, forever unknown.

"Look at you, you're no big deal, I used to do these things all the time, didn't I? The patients are in a bad mood and don't understand, sometimes they are very helpless. But I'm not a doctor, I can't be led by the nose by my patients, I can't see patients how they want me to see them, can I? If I know that a certain way is good for the patient, even if the other side has more incomprehension, I must do so. This is my responsibility. I'm in my dotage, and I have to live up to my conscience."

Xie Qingcheng frowned and sighed, "Old Qin, something has changed. Society has become more and more complicated now, it's not as simple as you think."

"Yes, you are an old doctor, a nationalist." Xie Qingcheng saw Qin Ciyan's expression and knew what he wanted to say, so he spoke first, "But this has nothing to do with how high your status is. Their complaints and reports are harmless to you, and can't affect you at all. But medical malpractice nowadays isn't just confined to paper anymore - that man last time - you almost got beaten up by him."

"Which guy?"

"The one where his wife got hit in the head with a falling object and hasn't found out who the thrower was."

"Oh ......" Qin Ciyan remembered, "Hey, him."

"If it wasn't for a security guard who happened to pass by and stop it, I don't know how things would have developed." Xie Qingcheng seriously reminded him, "That grandson was armed with a kitchen knife. Don't you forget that."

Qin Ciyan snapped and stopped talking.

When he was young, he was often the one who educated Xie Qingcheng more, but now that he is old, his ears are smoother, his heart is softer, and his temper is gentler than before.

Instead, it mostly became Xie Qingcheng lecturing him.

Qin Ciyan listened as Xie Qingcheng whispered many more things to him, in short, telling him that he could no longer be as unruly as he was before, risking his own life to do something.

Hearing him finish, Qin Ciyan suddenly smiled, the old man's smile was not pretty, but Xie Qingcheng could not wait for such a smile, he could see the old man at a hundred years of age, and still show it on his face with overflowing and vividness.

The old man said, "Xiao Xie. Do you know what I thought about?"

"......"

"I was thinking that if Boat had survived, he would have taught me to adapt to your time by now, just as you did."

Xie Qingcheng stopped preaching.

Qin Ciyan in white smiles and carries his hands behind his back, looking at Xie Qingcheng in white.

"And do you know what I was thinking?"

"What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking that if my father were alive, he'd be about your age. Nine times out of ten when I say these things to him, he has the same love-it-or-leave-it attitude you have."

Qin Ciyan laughed and went up to Xie Qingcheng and patted him on the shoulder.

"Listen in, listen in."

"You don't worry Xiao Xie, I believe that the human heart will not be so sinister ...... You don't have this expression Well, I will pay attention to it in the future, so it's always good."

But Xie Qingcheng could tell he wasn't listening.

Qin Ciyan just doesn't listen. Qin Ciyan is just being perfunctory.

After this conversation, Qin Ciyan still does his job time and time again, even if it is against the rules of the hospital, and from the point of view of the closest to the patient. Because he said, he is a doctor, for a doctor, dogma, rules, and even reputation, are not the most important, he is a doctor, is to save lives. If even this matter has to be done in fear because of complaints, reports and medical malpractices, why does he still want to be a doctor?

An idealistic person can be maimed, tortured, or even killed, but the heart of an idealistic person will never be defeated.

The old man to say so, Xie Qingcheng can not help, the only let Xie Qingcheng feel gratified is that in the old Qin's daughter went abroad to marry, the old man probably finally want to go home to spend more time with his partner, the number of overtime work is a lot less.

But he had been busy all his life and was no longer accustomed to being idle. During his time off at home, Qin Ciyan began to organize his writings.

Qin Ciyan has accumulated a lot of experience in his life, if all of them were to be transcribed into a collection, it would be a huge work that could benefit many people who are in the quagmire of illness and pain.

But before Old Qin's book was finished, the sky was cloudy in Huzhou.

Yi Beihai killed a doctor, taking the life of an old man who had spent most of his life traveling for patients.

And that day, without Yi Beihai, the old man was planning to go home to celebrate his birthday with his wife.

The old man even carried a gift in his coat pocket that Xie Qingcheng had left in his office in the morning - a mulberry silk handkerchief embroidered by the best embroiderer in Suzhou. Many people of the older generation still have the habit of carrying one or two handkerchiefs around.

The handkerchief was custom-made, with many tiny sea moon jellyfish embroidered on it with light-colored silver silk thread, the embroiderer's embroidery was top notch, and when the sunlight shone, it seemed as if those jellyfish would really float and float on the handkerchief.

Xie Qingcheng later saw the handkerchief among the belongings released by the police.

It was already covered in blood.

Can't see a thing.

Six hundred and fifty million years of gentleness and kindness can wither like this in the palm of a thirty-something year old murderous thug.

That's when Xie Qingcheng became addicted to cigarettes.

Qin Ciyan's cigarettes seem to have returned to him.

Whenever he drew up and smelled the familiar scent, he felt that the old man had never left.

On the day of Qin Ciyan's memorial service, many people from the hospital were there.

Xie Qingcheng also submitted an application, but it was rejected by the hospital.

The reason was that he was not a student of Qin Ciyan, nor was he a comrade in arms in the same department as Prof. Qin.

Their department had already sent representatives to attend the memorial service, although the loss of academicians is a great sorrow, but the hospital still needs to operate normally, not everyone can take leave on that day to send Qin Lao a final journey.

Gotta be the most important person on his side.

And Xie Qingcheng, nothing.

No one in the world even knows who gave Qin Ciyan the handkerchief that was among his belongings.

Who made the embroiderer write on that handkerchief: To the teacher.

Qin Ciyan gave Xie Qingcheng a second life after he died trying to find out the truth about his parents' murder.

A man who had lost his son forever, and a teenager whose parents had seen fit to abandon him, met in the snowy Yanzhou that year.

Then came twenty long years of unseen companionship. The years were long, the man became an old man, and the young man was running out of time. They were like master and disciple, like father and son, like brother and comrade in arms, and over the course of billions of years, personal bonds may be fleeting, but they are never insignificant.

Because all sincere emotions, all noble ideals, all pure goodness possess the heaviest, greatest power in this heaven and earth.

This is a truth that the walking dead of Yi Beihai could not understand even after a lifetime of work.

Xie Qingcheng, who was nothing, stayed in the clinic on the day of his master's cremation, accepting one patient after another to bemoan his misfortune.

At ten-thirty, he pressed the button to pause the call.

He got up and went to the window, and that little side of the window turned out to be the last bridge connecting him to his teacher.

There have been countless times when Qin Ciyan has taken the excuse to come to their department for a walk, and that's how he smiles and talks with Xie Qingcheng by the window, and smokes a cigarette.

Xie Qingcheng was particularly annoyed with him at that time, saying can you stop smoking, you are so old, or a doctor, always smoking like what words.

Qin Ciyan then laughed out loud and said, "The little brat is minding your teacher again.

It was raining heavily outside, exactly as it had been that year when Qin Ciyan had extended his hand to him sitting sleepily on the steps.

The sirens sounded, the police cars drove away, and even from the high floors of the hospital, one could hear the mournful cries of the people below who were spontaneously bidding farewell to Academician Qin.

They watched the funeral car in the avenue solemn and slow driving, holding white chrysanthemums, mouth read such as "hanging pots to help the world", "unrivaled" and so on the eulogy.

But Xie Qingcheng, who stood by the small window and watched the hearse through the rain, recalled only Qin Ciyan's smiling words:

"Shay, you're lecturing me again."

"If Boat is still alive, then he's about your age, and he can't guarantee that he'll give his dad the same earful as you."

Boat has been gone for more than twenty years.

So much so that a father with gray hair can finally mention it calmly and tenderly to Xie Qingcheng on those sunny afternoons.

Xie Qingcheng watched him go away and lit a cigarette.

Then he set it down by the window where Qin Ciyan had stood many times to smoke and laugh with him.

Soot rustling.

The green mist transformed into Brooklyn jellyfish in the pouring rain, swimming from earlier years, from the years when Qin Ciyan was studying in the United States and Academician Qin was still a student of Little Qin, saying goodbye to this white, unsullied elder.

"This is the last cigarette, Old Qin."

Xie Qingcheng stood in the smoke, murmured softly, and closed his eyes.

In that moment, the scent of the cigarette made him serene.

It's like Qin Ciyan hasn't left yet, and nothing horrible has happened yet.

The old man, still slightly hunched over, stood beside him, and in a few moments was going to go back into the office next door, gently taking his door with him before he left.

Xie Qingcheng even thought he heard a subtle "click".

But he knew it was just his own hallucination.

His teacher, his half-father, the best doctor he'd ever met in his life, the mentor and father he'd never meet again.

Never to return.

Outside, the caravan faded away, the cannons were fired solemnly, and the smoke inside the house burned out.

Xie Qingcheng had a bunch of lilies in his office, and he gently threw the bunch of white flowers off the balcony. He knew that chrysanthemums were not Qin Ciyan's favorite flower, and that the old man would have preferred the fragrant farewell of lilies.

At that moment, Xie Qingcheng finally fell like rain.

It's as if he's the same teenager he was more than a decade ago - and it's only today, as he says goodbye to his teacher, that he can, for the last time, go back to being a teenager.