Nanshan Mental Hospital is holding a weekly meeting.

"I've finished speaking. In short, every mental illness should be diagnosed very carefully." Dean Wu mentioned this in every meeting in the past few months, and everyone's ears were called out.

"If you have difficulties, you can contact the medical department or contact me. We will conduct a joint consultation with the city's hospital." President Wu said, "The last time I was addicted to the Internet, the agitation child must not happen again!"

The directors of the Department of Neurology, Neurosurgery, Psychology, and Psychology sitting below were all a little listless. Their mind was no longer in what President Wu repeatedly emphasized, but began to think about this point if he talked about it for another half an hour, he might delay getting off work and going home.

However, Dean Wu did not have the idea of ​​breaking the meeting. He repeatedly emphasized during this period, especially after the Nobel Prize was announced, he increased his efforts.

Every time President Wu recalls that he won the lottery draw at Boss Zheng. He went to Nanshan City to train from top to next time, and he couldn't help but sweat. It was so scary. If Boss Zheng went back and said something, how could he be in this circle!

To be honest, similar incidents have not happened for many years. Boss Zheng helped solve the problem, and did not allow the dissatisfaction of the patient's family to continue to ferment, and the child was also treated, which can be said to be very perfect.

After an objective analysis, the disease with copper absorption disorder may be misdiagnosed in large tertiary hospitals, let alone mental hospitals. If it is rejected because of this, President Wu feels very wronged.

Dean Wu also followed this matter, initially for fear of something wrong. But in the end, he saw the child being discharged from the hospital, a slight change occurred in his heart.

Of course, this change is not enough to change anything. The complete change happened after Boss Zheng won the Nobel Prize, and Dean Wu put in all his efforts to prepare for something really needed to do.

Although I know that it is impossible to curry favor with Boss Zheng because of this, President Wu doesn't want even a similar incident to happen again.

Boss Zheng and his assistant fell in the medical record at the First Hospital of the City. He really didn't give him any face. He was so serious, serious, and the only thing he didn't have is lively.

He was scolded by the Nobel Prize winner and if he followed the news in the future... when he thought of this, Dean Wu was chilling.

It is better to prevent problems from happening first.

"Director Jiang, the last time the incident happened in your department. Let me tell you about your rectification measures." Director Wu asked.

Director Jiang, who was sitting in the psychiatric department, directly wrote his unhappiness on his face.

Generally speaking, the clinical director will not be so obviously resistant to the dean's orders. It would be fine as long as he did nothing. The dean was so busy, who had time to take care of clinical matters every day?

Director Jiang is almost retired, and he is unwilling to pay attention to President Wu. President Wu really has no choice. This is all second-hand. Director Jiang is tired of something and repeatedly saying it, is it interesting!

It was a rare disease. It was not diagnosed when it was put in the People's Hospital of the city. This kind of thing was not universal. He believed that Dean Wu was targeting him and bullying himself and was about to retire.

After several months of fermentation, Director Jiang is ready to bite Director Wu fiercely before retirement.

"Director Wu, we have a newest patient who is diagnosed with persecution paranoia." Director Jiang said coldly: "It was sent by his parents. He said he was afraid that his parents would take medicine to the food every day. When he was passing by, he was also worried that someone would drive to hit him. The situation was getting worse and worse. I think there was a problem with the patient's diagnosis and needed a consultation."

“…”

Dean Wu really wanted to throw a cup and curse people.

I just reminded me of the clinical risks, but Director Jiang blocked it back with a paranoia of persecution that was so clear that it could not be more clear.

It's so fucking annoying!

But Dean Wu also knew that Director Jiang would retire in three or two months. What can he do to him?

"Okay, I'll send this medical record to me, I'll find someone to check it out." Dean Wu suddenly lost interest. He sighed. Seeing the depressed expressions of the directors of the departments below, he had to say helplessly, "Then let's go."

Looking at the crowd of birds and beasts scattered in an instant, President Wu felt depressed. The work in the mental hospital was easy to do and easy to do, and the main profit was in the psychological clinic and the sleep clinic.

This can be strengthened a little bit, with more and more people suffering from emotional instability and insomnia.

And Director Jiang’s psychiatric department...or let him fend for himself.md! Last time there was something wrong with him, he ran around and got scolded to settle the matter.

But now he jumped out and didn't give himself face.

President Wu was also very aggrieved and a little distressed.

He packed up his things and prepared to get off work, but when he left the office, a young doctor came to the door with a stack of medical records in his hand.

"Director Wu, Director Jiang asked me to send you medical records." The young doctor said humbly.

He didn't know what happened, but he was stuck in the middle of this kind of gunpowder, so he had to be used as a punching bag if he accidentally did.

Why did the gods get beaten by himself when they fight? The little doctor lowered his head, held the printed medical record in both hands, and handed it to Dean Wu.

President Wu was amused and crying. He did not make things difficult for the little doctor. He took the medical record and said softly: "Okay, you go back."

The little doctor bowed deeply as if he had received an amnesty, turned around and left, disappearing in a flash.

Dean Wu weighed the medical records in his hand, and recalled Director Jiang's provocation, and was a little helpless.

He put the medical record in his briefcase and prepared to go home for dinner, and then think about it. I guess he couldn't figure out anything he could. If there was a problem with the diagnosis, Director Jiang would dare to provoke so much?

It's impossible, Dean Wu knew it.

After You Ran returned home, there was nothing to do after dinner. Dean Wu sat at the desk that was almost gone and looked through the medical record that Director Jiang thought was flawless.

The patient's condition is indeed a pitfall. It was because of the strong delusion of persecution that the patient committed suicide and was sent to the hospital by his home.

Regarding the reason for suicide, the patient believes that everyone in the world wants to harm her - not only her family, but also her teachers, classmates, and even takeaway guys will spit in the lunch box, put medicine, etc.

The patient's psychological state is extremely unstable, and what you are preventing now is not to die in the hospital.

Director Jiang is doing this with him. Director Wu read the medical record briefly and knew it.

Patients are typical of anxiety disorders that cannot be more typical, have delusions of being victimized, etc. So much so that patients are going to commit suicide now. This is common for Director Jiang to take over his army.

But what can I do?
Chapter completed!