Love in a Mental Hospital

The two police comrades, seeing that he actually had a mental illness, ceased to argue with him.

Su Qing whispered to the people on either side, "We've got work."

Her left and right guardians—Gu Ran and Chen Ke—perked up immediately.

All three stood up.

As Gu Ran got up, he slipped the melon seeds he'd won into his lab coat pocket for the next gambling session.

The nurse with a cute apple-shaped face said, "Doctor Su, two police officers have brought in a patient for an evaluation to determine if he has a mental illness. The chief has ordered that your team is responsible for this."

Su Qing looked toward the two police officers.

The police officers were a man and a woman; the male officer was somewhat dazzled by Su Qing and saluted half a beat slower than the female officer.

"Hello," Su Qing nodded.

"Hello," introduced the female officer, "We are police officers from Yongguang Police Station in Chunhai District. We have brought in a suspect who claims to have a mental disorder, and we're hoping that Jinghai can help us check."

Su Qing looked at the suspect and tilted her chin up to ask, "What disorder?"

The suspect earnestly replied, "Peeping Disorder."

"What disorder?" the Illusory Smell Author, holding a pen and notebook like a journalist, crowded in to ask.

Su Qing glanced at Nurse Li Hui.

Nurse Li Hui snatched the notebook away: "Confiscated."

"Hey!" The Illusory Smell Author, mouth agape as if hooked by a fish, chased after Li Hui right away.

Su Qing, hands in her pockets and demeanor relaxed, said in a cool tone, "Peeping Disorder is a type of psychological disorder."

"I told you! I looked it up on Baidu!" the suspect immediately said.

Su Qing said, "The treatment is quite simple; we can employ cognitive-behavioral therapy or aversion therapy... I have a request, and I hope the police comrades can cooperate."

"Cooperate?" The female officer was frowning over whether the suspect indeed suffered from a psychological disorder.

"Patients with Peeping Disorder, because they derive pleasure from it, generally aren't motivated towards treatment. I hope the police can punish him strictly to encourage the patient to resolve to collaborate with us and accept psychological therapy," said Su Qing.

"What?" The suspect was stunned.

Why did he claim to be mentally ill if not to avoid being locked up?

Once admitted to Jinghai, with the status of a psychiatric patient, wouldn't all the nurses, female patients, and female doctors be...

And now, confinement turned out to be one of the treatment methods?

"I'm kidding," Su Qing said with a radiant smile.

Gu Ran knew that the devil had arrived.

As expected, Su Qing continued:

"Peeping Disorder is a psychological disorder, but we can't issue a mental health certificate for it. It is merely a psychological impairment, and the law can punish it in any manner—also, he claimed to have a mental disorder to escape punishment. Shouldn't that aggravate his crime?"

"Of course!" the female officer laughed.

Su Qing then said to the patient, "I'm saying all this for your own good, to make you suffer more and resolve to treat your illness, to reform. Perhaps you won't even need a doctor to cure your condition, saving a lot of expense."

"You—" The suspect swung a fist in anger.

Quick as a flash, Gu Ran grabbed the suspect's wrist and gently twisted it.

"Ah, ah, ah—!" The suspect let out a series of screams and gradually crouched down in the throes of severe pain.

"Still not behaving?" The male officer, furious, pressed down on the suspect with a knee like slaughtering a pig, locking him in place.

"Comrade doctor, thank you!" thanked the female officer, having broken out in a sweat.

"It's nothing," Gu Ran smiled, "Back in school, I would often engage in wits with classmates playing sick. I got used to it. Back then, we liked to pretend to have sudden illnesses and attack each other."

Everyone: "..."

The female officer took another look at Gu Ran: 'Huh? This good-looking?'

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"Private Diary": August 2nd, clear skies, gambling in the hospital.

My first patient has Peeping Disorder, quite interesting.

"Doctor's Diary": Attended to a patient with Peeping Disorder. It's not really a mental illness, at most a psychological impairment.

Ordinary people seriously troubled by this disorder should consider visiting a psychological clinic in advance, to avoid ending up in prison later.

Discovered that gambling can bridge the gap with patients.

I have some skill in gambling, and because of my occupational habits as a psychologist, I'm better at reading emotions than most. Gambling might also become one of my therapies, smoothly initiating consultations with patients during card games.