Chapter 12 Section Eleven

It was another Monday, and Dr. Ling Di came to give Di Nong a routine physical examination as usual, and concluded that "everything is normal".Wu Leting didn't want to get entangled in this issue, she had other things to ask Dr. Ling about. Wu Leting sent Ling Di out on the pretense.They walked to the far right end of the empty corridor, talking in low voices. "Doctor Ling, every time you come to give Lao Di a physical examination, does it only include physical aspects?" "what do you mean?" "His spirit, do you need another appraisal?" "There's no need for further testing. It's very clear in the medical records that he's a mental patient. Besides, I'm not a psychiatrist, so I can't do a psychiatric test—I told you, remember?"

"Hmm..." Wu Leting lowered her eyes, her brows furrowed deeply. Holding the medical kit in both hands, Ling Di asked, "What's the matter, do you think it is necessary to conduct another appraisal of his spirit, do you think his behavior is too normal, or is it the opposite?" Wu Leting frowned and said: "I can't tell. During the many days I have been in contact with him, I think he is very normal most of the time, no different from ordinary people. But when we talked about certain topics , what he said, and it does appear to be mentally problematic-this makes me feel very conflicted."

"Actually, this is not surprising. Mental illnesses are often intermittent. When patients are not ill, they are just like ordinary people; but when they develop an illness, they will be insane, and they will naturally speak nonsense." "But...he's not talking nonsense. He's thinking clearly, logically, and expressively—it's just that what he says is unbelievable." "What did he tell you?" Ling Di asked curiously Wu Leting pursed her lips. "Take the most recent one. He told me...he was the Mona Lisa." "What?" Ling Di didn't understand. "He said he had the Mona Lisa?"

"No, he said he himself—himself was the model for the painting of the Mona Lisa." Ling Di opened his mouth in a daze for a long while, then burst out laughing. "God bless...he didn't say he was the Virgin Mary?" Wu Leting didn't find it ridiculous. "Not only that, but I suspect he also implied that he sailed around the world with Darwin." "It's not surprising. A person who claims to be the Mona Lisa, what else can't he say?" Ling Di tilted his head and looked at Wu Leting strangely. "I don't understand. Miss Wu Leting, in this case, do you think he still needs to undergo a psychiatric appraisal? Don't these make you judge?"

Wu Leting sighed. "If you get in touch with him in person and hear what he said with your own ears, you will understand that my confusion is not unreasonable." "I can understand." Ling Di nodded seriously. "Actually, although I am not a psychiatrist, I do know a little about mental illness. From what you have said, it is obvious that Dinon suffered from severe hysteria—a common mental disorder." Wu Leting said: "To tell you the truth, I have thought of this too, and I have learned about the characteristics and symptoms of hysteria through consulting various materials. But I found that the situation of Di Lao is completely different from that of hysterical patients."

Ling Di looked at Wu Leting and listened carefully to what she said. "First of all, hysterical patients are often quite manic. When they have an attack, they may vent their emotions to their heart's content—crying bitterly, making noise, or expressing their grievances and unhappiness to others in an extremely exaggerated manner—this is the most Common manifestations. Another situation is that they may be unconscious, drowsy, or even fainted suddenly when they have an attack. At this time, let alone asking them to describe a thing completely, even ask them some of the most simple and basic things. The patient may also have a childish expression and answer irrelevant questions.

"I have never seen these symptoms and manifestations in Di Lao. On the contrary, he has clearer thinking and logic than ordinary people, and he looks calm and expresses fluently—so Dr. Ling, no matter how I look at it, he is very I don't think Di Lao is like a hysterical psychopath." After hearing what Wu Leting said, Ling Di was a little surprised. "How do you know so much about hysteria?" "As I said just now, I checked the relevant books and materials." "That's all?" "I also called the professors of the medical school, hoping to get a more accurate and comprehensive understanding."

Ling Di nodded slightly, showing an expression of appreciation and admiration. "You are really a girl who is good at research and inquiry. Rigorousness and perseverance are very valuable qualities that only many researchers possess." Wu Leting didn't understand why Dr. Ling Di suddenly praised herself. "From this point of view, Mr. Di may not be a hysterical psychopath, and his illness may not be as simple as we imagined." Ling Di said. "Maybe he is not as simple as we imagined." Wu Leting said meaningfully. Ling Di was thoughtful. Wu Leting said: "Doctor Ling, I trust you very much, so I tell you these things. Please don't let other people know—especially...the dean. He doesn't want me to talk about Mr. Di with others."

Ling Di stared at Wu Leting and nodded slightly. "I understand. I won't say it, so don't worry." Said it very firmly. They stared at each other for a moment. Dr. Lingdi didn't ask me why I couldn't let other people know about these things, he just said he understood.Wu Leting thought to herself.Maybe... as I guessed before, he also signed the same contract. "Miss Wu Leting, is there anything else?" Ling Di asked. "Oh, yes, there's one more thing. I've wanted to say it for a long time—is it necessary to keep Di Lao's hands fixed all the time? For so many days, I didn't feel that he was aggressive or dangerous. His mind It's normal and rational. Why do you keep him fixed? Does this count as elder abuse?"

Ling Di said embarrassingly: "Sorry, this was arranged by the director. I'm afraid I have no right to interfere. He said that some doctors and nurses had been attacked by Di Nong before." "I don't think that's ever happened." "You mean...the dean lied? But why did he do it?" Wu Leting was silent for a moment, and said, "I think the dean may have some special purpose in putting Mr. Di under house arrest." Ling Di seemed taken aback: "You said 'house arrest'? Could it be too serious?" Wu Leting said in a low voice: "It's not bad if I didn't say 'imprisonment'. Doctor Ling, don't you think so?"

Ling Di frowned. "I thought the dean was doing it for the good of Mr. Di and the people around him..." He paused. "What's Di Lao's own attitude? Does he have an aversion to having his hands fixed?" "This... I can't see it. I never asked him, and he didn't mention it himself." "Maybe you can try to ask him how he feels." Ling Di suggested. "Is there a need to ask?" Wu Leting felt a little ridiculous. "Is he going to say - 'Thanks, I'm very comfortable with my hands bound'?" Ling Di said, "Then what do you think we should do?" "Maybe we can go together and suggest to the dean to let him loose the shackles on Di Lao." "In this way, he will know that we discussed about Mr. Di together." Ling Di reminded. Wu Leting opened her mouth. "However, we can't let a poor old man suffer all the time because of our own interests." Ling Di thought for a while. "Well, you're right. Let's do it this way. You try to ask Di Lao how he feels, if he is very disgusted with fixing his hands. Let's go and suggest it to the dean." Wu Leting nodded and said, "Okay." "That's it, I'm leaving." Ling Di went downstairs with the medical kit.