Chapter 56

    "It's more than that." Dr. Zhuo frowned, and looked closely, there were many dense black spots under the bruise: "These were punctured with needles, and it took a long time." The

    nurse was shocked, which was more than seeing the wounded who were dying in a car accident. To her surprise, with so many pinholes, this child did not know how long she had been abused.

    Liu Junjie, who was on the bed, whispered something in his mouth, and did not raise any doubts about the doctor's examination.

    The doctor frowned fiercely and said to the nurse next to him, "Go and see if there is a doctor on duty in the Psychology Department on the seventh floor, this child's mental state is not right." The

    nurse nodded hurriedly, and trotted upstairs to find the doctor.

    The head nurse who was in charge of liaising with the parents happened to lead two young men and women in business attire in. They both breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the child in good condition on the bed.

    Dr. Zhuo didn't look at the two, and said directly to the head nurse: "Call the police, I suspect that the child we treated has suffered long-term abuse." The

    two were startled, and their first reaction was inexplicable.

    "How is it possible, we are only this child, and we have never hit him."

    Dr. Zhuo saw so many sophistry people in the emergency department, and he never believed a word of what the two of them said.

    "I haven't been abused, you can see what this is for yourself?" The

    child's fair inner thighs were covered in large areas of dark blue, the deep ones were already a little black, and the light ones were bloody.

    The expressions of the two of them changed, and the woman in the short skirt jumped to the side of the bed with weak legs: "Junjie, tell your mother, who hit you?"

    "Beat?" Liu Junjie has been holding a bun in his arms When I heard the woman's question, the whole person seemed to fall into another world: "No one, no one hit me."

    "Woo woo... woo woo... No one hit me, I hit it myself."

    The child kept repeating these two sentences, as if he was thinking of something. He hurriedly took out the steamed buns and green sachets from the plastic bag and put them on his cheeks, murmuring, "Uncle, uncle."

    Meat buns The oil in it flowed out, because being held by Liu Junjie, his chest was covered with oil, and the smell of meat spread all of a sudden in the ward.

    However, Dr. Zhuo noticed the sachet. When the child came in, he held his arms and didn't let go, and he never

    had the opportunity to approach and observe it.

    Later, the nurse asked the doctor who was in the car and said that it was given by the young boy who rescued him in the restaurant, but the doctor didn't care.

    But now the oil of the steamed buns has been stained on the sachet, and a strange fragrance has suddenly become strong, and Dr. Zhuo can smell it with the mask.

    "What's wrong with my son?" The young man felt that the whole world was spinning, and even he felt abnormal in the child's state.

    "What does it smell like?" Dr. Zhuo approached.

    Unexpectedly, Liu Junjie suddenly sat up straight at this moment. He turned his head to look at the young men and women, and shouted loudly: "Dad, Mom."     "

    Junjie."

    "My child."

Beside the bed, he kept looking at the wounds on the child's body.

    "Mom, my aunt stabbed me with a needle, it hurts." The child clearly told the shocking secret, and the couple was shocked. After thinking about it, they felt unstoppable, hatred and remorse at the same time set off a monstrous anger in their hearts.

    Hearing the child's words, Dr. Zhuo was relieved, and his attitude towards the husband and wife was slightly better.

    But what was strange to him was how a person who was still in a daze just now was sober up in an instant, and he was able to say a complaint immediately, which was completely polarized from the situation just now.

    Thinking about it, Dr. Zhuo's eyes turned to the fingernail-sized sachet.

    "Show this to my uncle." Dr. Zhuo gently reached out and wanted to take the sachet over to take a look.

    Liu Junjie glanced at him with a wary expression. Dr. Zhuo hurriedly took off the mask and asked again in a gentle voice: "Can uncle take a look at this thing?"

    "Uncle." Liu Junjie pondered the word and suddenly smiled brightly. Nodding fiercely, "Uncle can see it."

    Dr. Zhuo took the sachet and sniffed it carefully. The scent that came out of the mask was stronger.

    Suddenly...

    Dr. Zhuo only felt a coldness flash across his mind, and he had never been able to clearly feel the lucidity in his mind at this moment.

    The highly myopic eyes can clearly see the patient's family members hurrying outside the window, as well as the facial expressions of other doctors in the ward.

    There is something wrong with this sachet!

    He found a paper towel to wipe off the grease, then wrapped the sachet in a paper towel.

    Soon, the psychiatrist and the police

    arrived almost at the same time.

    As a surgeon, he had no need to stay, and called Liu Junjie and his wife outside the door. Dr. Zhuo said that he would go to a colleague in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine to help him check the ingredients of the sachet.

    Husband and wife are extremely grateful, and only hope that this matter will come to light as soon as possible.

    The outpatient department of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is in another building. When Dr. Zhuo gave the sachet to his colleague, the old Chinese doctor quickly smelled the fragrance, and he could smell a few of the herbs.

    So the two found a small pair of scissors to cut open the sachet, which contained some broken medicinal dregs.

    After trying hard to identify, the old doctor still only recognized four of them, and he didn't know what the other three were.

    But after looking at several other medicines, he gave a rough answer: "This is a sachet of refreshment. The one who can prepare this medicine should be a real Jianghu Langzhong."

    The Jianghu Langzhong he said was not a derogatory meaning, but a seclusion. A person with high attainments in herbal medicine in the mountains.

    "This sachet can instantly refresh one's mind without any irritation, and the medicine is really clever." The old doctor couldn't help but ask about the person's origin.

    When I returned to the room with a bag of scum in my hand, the young couple I saw just now were sitting in the corridor crying loudly.

    The psychiatrist's diagnosis just now made the two of them unacceptable, not to mention the things that the police asked, which made the two of them want to slap themselves a few times.

    "What do you think we earn so much money for?" The

    young woman's name was Lu Fang, and the delicate makeup on her face had long since been smeared. She asked her husband Liu Kaile next to her with a crying voice over and over again.

    "It's all my fault, it's my fault."

    Liu Kaile also ignored his wife's complaints. The encounters Liu Junjie said made him in a trance.

    Stress Traumatic Syndrome.

    The name of the disease, which he had never even heard of, was caused by his seven-year-old son, and the culprits that caused it were the nanny and his own mother.

    And this nanny is also his aunt, a blood-related aunt.

    "I won't let your aunt go." Hatred welled up on Lu Fang's face, eager to divorce the man now.

    Dr. Zhuo glanced at the two of them: "It's useless to regret, and protect the child well in the future." After speaking, he pushed open the door and went in.

    But the situation inside was not as easy as he thought. The police questioning was over, the child's mood

    was still unstable, sometimes screaming and sometimes scared, the whole person was like a bird in shock.

    "Come on, uncle, give you back your sachet." Dr. Zhuo hurriedly handed the paper package to Liu Junjie: "Uncle wrapped it for you, so it won't get dirty."

    "Uncle." Liu Junjie suddenly shouted People, as soon as the paper balls were picked up, the whole person quickly became quiet.

    The psychiatrist immediately took the opportunity to ask, "Junjie told Uncle, why do you like this sachet so much."

    "Because my uncle said that when I'm afraid, hold the sachet tightly, and he will come to protect me." Liu Junjie laughed suddenly.

    The two policemen immediately winked at the doctor. The doctor asked, "Who is this uncle?"

    "I don't know, but what uncle said was right. I hugged the sachet in my head and no one would hit me."

    Lu Fang could hear it. Sad, the whole person was crying a little hypoxia. After the police recorded the case, the police approached the two: "Who of you will go to the police station with me, we will go to your house to collect evidence."

    "I, I will go." Liu Kai Le wiped her tears and took the initiative to stand up.

    A few people started, and the psychiatrist in the ward stopped Lu Fang and told him that the child's illness could only be treated by taking medicine.

    However, the child is still young, and taking medicine for a long time will cause some irreversible damage to the brain.

    Therefore, he suggested to go to a mental institution for psychological counseling. As for the effect, it is definitely not as stable as taking medicine, but it is better for the child's body.

    "Doctor, my son is..." Lu Fang suddenly choked up: "Can... can it still be cured?" The

    doctor was silent for a long time, then only said: "We can make an evaluation when the comprehensive examination results come out tomorrow, and now it's up to me. The initial diagnosis cannot be concluded." But

    Dr. Zhuo, who is also a doctor, knows that his colleague means that only one step of treatment can be counted.

    After all, the child is too young, and this kind of trauma has existed for at least three years. The mere three years have occupied half of the child's life, which is already a very serious situation.

    Children don't have the ability to self-regulate their emotions like adults. Once they get sick, the frequency will only increase.

    However...

    Dr. Zhuo suddenly thought of the sachet in the child's hand, Liu Junjie lay quietly on the bed with his arms around the sachet, and even knew to ask Lu Fang for water.

    After the psychiatrist left, Dr. Zhuo pondered for a while, and decided to give it a try.

    "Ms. Lu."

    "Doctor, I'm not afraid of any bad news now, I can bear it."

    Dr. Zhuo waved his hand quickly: "I want to say, if the situation is not ideal tomorrow, do you want to try to find the person who saved your son today. "

    The one who saved my son?"

    "Yeah!" Dr. Zhuo nodded, and simply called the doctor who was following the car and asked her to tell Lu Fang in detail.

    As soon as she heard that her son fainted at breakfast alone, Lu Fang's whole heart became a ball. If those few people were not present at the time, she wondered if she would have lost her only child.

    "Thank you, thank you doctor." Lu Fang cried and thanked, and finally hung up the phone.

    "You think about it."

    "Okay." Lu Fang nodded solemnly, but at this time she only regarded Dr. Zhuo's words as an option. Of course, she still prefers to let the child receive treatment in the hospital.

    But soon, her main hope was dashed.

    All the examination reports came out that afternoon, and the psychiatrist had no choice but to repeat what he said last night.

    Lu Fang asked again: "Can my child be cured after psychological counseling? We are not afraid of spending money."

    "It depends on how well the child recovers." The doctor still did not have a clear answer, but Lu Fang heard the final s answer.

    It's okay to be alive, but it's hard to return to a normal person!

    When she walked back to the ward, she collapsed directly, kneeling in the corridor and crying.

    Crying and crying, the young man that Dr. Zhuo said rang in her mind. With the last hope, she found Dr. Zhuo again and asked for Qu Zhong's call.