After returning to the outpatient clinic, Muchun's original running plan was adjusted to 4:30 pm.

Wash your hands, put on a white coat, press the power button on the coffee machine, and turn on the computer.

A set of movements is smooth and flowing, full of vitality.

After the Waking of Insects, everything revived, and the mind-body clinic, which had been blocked by the new building for most of the light, was much brighter than it was in February.

Muchun took out a black notebook from the locked bookshelf drawer and placed it on the table.

I took a look at the registration system, and there was not a single patient there.

‘Fifty outpatients a day?’ Ding Jiajun’s ridicule made Mu Chun feel upset again.

A group of bats flew gracefully on ballet slippers.

Also accompanied by the music of "Swan Lake".

Fortunately, Fu Sheng had some free time and Mu Chun re-examined the crisis intervention system construction plan submitted to the "Annual Mental Health Conference".

This plan was completed by Mu Chun and Zhang Wenwen. After completing the first draft, Mu Chun revised it three times.

Every time he re-reads this plan, Muchun will feel a sense of disappointment that he still hasn't done his best.

He likes planned work, which can avoid inefficiency and duplication, but for this plan, Muchun feels that checking it a hundred times is not considered duplication of work.

This should be taken as seriously as a suicide signal.

Many people who seek help through suicide signs are not taken seriously, which leads to repeated suicides that could have been avoided.

Especially the neglect of family members and the neglect of people around you.

Of course, no god has ever written down a doctrine, and people who ask for help if they have signs of suicide must be treated seriously.

These signals include: planning to commit suicide, purchasing tools, and telling others of your suicidal intentions.

Muchun realized that, not to mention that ordinary people cannot recognize suicide signals, even those who have received professional training may not be able to identify and successfully identify risk factors for suicide. These risk factors include:

Emergency crisis events.

Ding Jiajun's original risk factor was Chen Anni's death. This incident was a real loss for Ding Jiajun. The grief caused by this loss was painful and difficult to cure in a short time.

At this time, Ding Jiajun is at the center of sadness, which is equivalent to being at the center of a black hole.

The sadness brought about by this sense of loss is like a black hole, with the power to swallow everything.

It makes people feel powerless, but it keeps getting stronger, making it impossible for people to escape.

Self-blame or other emotional states related to loss.

There are many types of abandonment. One is real abandonment, such as a man and a woman breaking up due to various reasons.

Another kind of potential abandonment, or spiritual abandonment, is when parents are still alive, but they are unable to make their children feel loved, and even make their children have a strong sense of abandonment. This kind of loss brings long-term sadness, low self-esteem and even

Poor social skills.

There is anger in this too.

This kind of anger is hidden, hidden in feelings of inferiority and helplessness, and is usually more easily transformed into aversion to the existence of one's own life.

It is conceivable how a person who is always rejected by his surroundings and feels rejected by his parents can proudly believe that his existence is valuable.

Even if that person originally had such self-confidence, he would be forcibly modified by those around him until he loses his self-esteem.

People who lose self-esteem can easily fall into the quagmire of death.

The abyss was not created in a day, just as three feet of ice was not created in a day.

And sometimes it really only takes one step to fall into the abyss.

Deng Lin's anger was directed at herself. She struggled, tried hard, and even shouted. Finally, she angrily slashed the knife across her wrist.

At least some of these people were lucky among the misfortunes, but Ding Xiaoyun and several other boys from Yuanbei could never come back.

There is a big difference between adolescent suicide and adult suicide. For example, most people have experienced some loss, failure and depressive events. Most people can develop the necessary anti-frustration abilities to protect themselves during these events. These abilities develop through themselves and

People around them develop slowly. But not everyone can develop this ability. Teenagers have a stronger need to seek self-worth from others. When they accumulate low self-esteem due to isolation or not receiving enough recognition, they will react.

In the past, they have become increasingly dependent on relationships with others, craving for a sense of self-esteem in relationships with others. Once they are not satisfied or the relationship fails, their level of self-worth will plummet.

The simplest example is that some students who seem to have excellent academic performance suddenly jump off the building, and no one around them knows what happened. In fact, it is probably the low self-esteem accumulated over a long period of time, which directly leads to irreparable consequences due to a small incident.

extreme events.

Impulsiveness, reckless behavior, self-defeat or self-injury are all behavioral patterns that point to suicidal intent.

Although the years are peaceful, some people are burdened and unable to move forward.

Life is sometimes very fragile and vulnerable.

Thinking of this, Muchun plans to write a suicide warning signal assessment and suicide intervention manual that ordinary people can understand.

He was writing furiously in his notebook, and Zhang Mei sat on the chair opposite him for two minutes, but he didn't even notice.

"Mu Chun!" Zhang Mei had no patience to continue wasting time, although she originally planned to thank Mu Chun when she came to Huayuanqiao Community Health Center today.

"Ah?" Muchun was obviously startled and trembled like a rabbit.

"You are also a somewhat famous doctor. Can you stop acting so unappreciative?"

Zhang Mei frowned, with exquisite makeup, exquisite clothes, and exquisite sarcasm.

Muchun nodded in unison, "What Lawyer Zhang said is, I wonder if Lawyer Zhang brought any good news today?"

"Good news? What do you think?"

Zhang Mei stood up, walked to the coffee machine, and put down a cup.

Muchun was also puzzled. Her high heels were so noisy. How could he not notice that she had arrived in the office just now?

The sound of these high heels should be clearly audible as soon as you step onto the corridor on the fifth floor.

Zhang Mei turned around and walked back to his seat, took a sip of coffee and said, "Is there any milk?"

"Want more milk?" Muchun stood up and opened the refrigerator. There were indeed two 200ml bottles of milk in the refrigerator.

'I guess it was bought by Chu Sisi? Since it was Dr. Chu who bought the milk, it is natural that he should also be respectful to lawyer Zhang Mei.'

Muchun took the milk out of the refrigerator and handed it to Zhang Mei.

"You said last time that the Department of Psychosomatics needed to add something. What do you want to add this time?"

"Eh?"

Zhang Mei was suddenly so generous, which made Mu Chun feel a little embarrassed.

"Stop pretending, don't I know you well? Tell me, what do you want to add? Is it to treat patients or to improve the quality of Dr. Muchun's working environment?"

After Zhang Mei finished speaking, she looked around the clinic. At a glance, she seemed to have bought everything, and she couldn't help but smile.

"This is a bit like the configuration of a private clinic." Zhang Mei looked at Muchun and smiled, "I saw that there are some self-proclaimed healer studios out there that are doing very well, and they even cater to rich people.

Does Dr. Muchun know about treatment?"

Muchun seems to have heard the word healer several times recently. To say that he understands it, he really doesn’t understand it at all.

Muchun honestly didn't know much about it.

Zhang Mei then asked Muchun if he would consider opening a private clinic of his own, which might be better for protecting patient privacy.

"We don't have this plan for the time being. There are many patients in the hospital who need treatment."

"Many patients?" Zhang Mei smiled in a friendly manner.

"Yes, there are many patients. Considering that one course of treatment in the psychosomatic department may require many visits to the hospital, there are really many more patients than last year in terms of visits."

Muchun thought there was nothing wrong with his statement.

Zhang Mei agreed. After chatting for a while, Muchun finally said: "Lawyer Zhang, you are here today just to see if there is anything else that needs to be added to the Department of Psychosomatics?"

"This is one of the purposes. There are indeed several other things related to Dr. Muchun. One thing is that you, Lawyer Chen and Pan Xiaoqing suddenly left at the charity reception. Where did you go?"

"This matter involves privacy. It's not convenient for me to answer."

Zhang Mei also expected that Mu Chun would not answer her questions well, and she came here just to thank Mu Chun. No matter what weird method he used, in short, after disappearing with Mu Chun for more than an hour that day,

Chen Weiwei seemed to have changed a person. It should be said that he had changed back to his former self, even more cheerful than before, and the business of the law firm was back on track.

Zhang Mei is a smart person. She knows not to explain some things too clearly, as long as everyone understands what is going on.

She also knew that the only one who could change Chen Weiwei in such a short period of time was Mu Chun.

"Okay, privacy protection should be respected, so tell me, what do you want to buy?"

"A set of drums."

Before Zhang Mei could finish speaking, Muchun spoke out the request.

"You're really not polite." Zhang Mei smiled happily, and her white pearl earrings looked lively and bright in her smile.

It seems that Zhang Mei is in a really good mood today.

"Drums? Jazz drums?"

Zhang Mei doesn’t know much about this instrument either.
To be continued...