誼安診所

I have been unable to fall asleep for several weeks, very painful, dizzy, slow to speak, and staggering. I have lost interest in anything I love. I can't weave their magnificent fantasy in dreams like normal people. I am desperate for life. So, I came to the psychophysical clinic at No. 148, Chenzhuang Road, Xiaogang District. Just when I entered the consultation room, the doctors were friendly and eagerly persuaded that the dose of sleep aid should be maintained by myself so that I would not become a drug prisoner. Slave; suddenly, a man in a red shirt walked into the clinic and yelled: "If you are sick, you have to go to the doctor and be hospitalized. There are still many patients behind us to be diagnosed and treated." I thought, as one. A professional psychiatrist actually preached that a psychiatrist was on the verge of collapse and stepped into a field he never wanted to enter: a mental hospital, what would the classmates think? What will the family think? Is this the advice a psychiatrist should give? Hospitalized? Take sedatives? Change the patient without compassion and say, "Are you sick?" Psychiatry can help people because the psychiatrist will talk to them and vent all their dissatisfaction like a confidant. Coming out, as the saying goes, the treatment of mental illness: "Three points depend on drugs, seven points depend on cognition." What is the medical ethics of this man in red shirt? It seems that he sympathizes with each other, but he actually despises him. The most terrifying thing in the world is that when your moral values ​​are kidnapped by money, you look at human life and the mental state of the patient like a grass, and you mold the mentally ill into a cash cow, leaving them with only a few, material things. Psychologically, all taken away, of course, self-righteous, and to gain a sense of psychological conquest: I have successfully used my bitter words to destroy a mentally ill soul! Today, what happened at Yi'an Clinic, I feel extremely uncomfortable, like the last straw that crushes the camel. Perhaps the speaker is unintentional, the listener is interested, and I may also have an emotional part. Here, I also thank the Sequoia man for his teachings and regard it as a guideline. Based on this experience, the prom reflects on himself more deeply, and always tells himself: Yongyuan should not be dressed in a red shirt, holding a face that is taken for granted, and spreading his mouth to proclaim to the patient that he is arrogant and self-confident. False Daoxue made by the great tempering. The above clumsy work is purely a rumor. The younger brother's literary talent is inferior to the state of making pearls. He can only make do, complain, just listen to it, hope the man in the red shirt will be magnanimous and raise his hands high. At the end of purely complaining, I wish Yi'an Clinic a prosperous business