The teacher was lecturing on stage.
Zhou Huaixia was already drowsy, but Shen Yi was still chattering in the group chat.
He had changed his WeChat name and was live streaming Kong Ping’s checkup.
SomethingToDo: I saw the psychologist’s assessment result.
Brother Kong Ping is mentally normal.
Zhou Huaixia was impressed.
Kong Ping, who was sitting opposite him, still didn’t know his own psychological evaluation results, but Shen Yi had already hacked the doctor’s computer camera and found out in advance.
SomethingToDo: The imaging examination is done.
The results will be out before 4 PM.
SomethingToDo: Brother Kong Ping is preparing for rehabilitation.
His mindset is really strong.
You’d never guess he was on the verge of life and death yesterday.
StopDreaming: …Watch your mouth.
SomethingToDo:
Lv Jin, who had been attending class the whole time, finally found a moment to glance at the group messages.
He first changed the group name to “Passionate Youth,” then sent a message.
FutureHappyLv: @SomethingToDo, I forgot to ask yesterday.
Can you check if Brother Kong Ping has a family history of mental illness?
SomethingToDo: I asked.
No.
FutureHappyLv: The psychological evaluation ruled out mental health issues. The neuroimaging examination ruled out physical organic diseases.
I suggest conducting drug and toxicology tests, as well as an allergy test, to rule out external factors.
She had thought about it carefully last night.
Since Zhou Huaixia said that Kong Ping was not the type to commit suicide, then either an organic disease made him lose control, or external factors were involved, such as drug poisoning or an allergic reaction.
Shen Yi replied after a while: I asked.
The sanatorium can conduct an allergy test, but they don’t have the qualifications for drug and toxicology tests.
FutureHappyLv: The First Hospital can do it.
You guys go in the afternoon.
The latest results should be out by Friday.
Lv Jin was familiar with the city’s First Affiliated Hospital since she had grown up following Ms. Lv Zhihua there.
StopDreaming: Ask Brother Kong Ping if he’s willing to go.
SomethingToDo: He’s willing.
Shen Yi turned to Kong Ping beside him and said, “Brother Kong, after we finish the allergy test here, we’ll go to the First Hospital.”
Kong Ping also wanted to know what was wrong with himself, so he readily agreed.
“I need to ask my rehab doctor for leave.”
The sanatorium had a high degree of freedom.
You only needed to ask for leave if something came up.
Shen Yi fiddled with his phone for a while, booked an appointment, and suddenly remembered that he didn’t have a car.
He had no choice but to call the butler to pick them up.
Ministry of Health.
“Captain Tian from the Xicheng District Criminal Investigation Team, my friend.”
A middle-aged man with short hair walked over to a female officer and introduced them.
“This is our public health data administrator.”
Tian Hong extended his hand.
“Hello.”
The data administrator looked up and shook his hand.
“What’s the matter?”
Tian Hong explained, “I’d like to check the death records of patients at the Songshan Mental Sanatorium over the past ten years.”
The data administrator asked, “Do you have an application form?”
Tian Hong glanced at his friend beside him, who stepped forward and whispered to the officer.
“He just wants a quick look.
Since there’s no formal case yet, it’s still under suspicion.”
Tian Hong’s friend said, “Just do me a favor and pull up the records for him.
He’ll take a look and leave.”
“But…” The data administrator hesitated, eyeing Tian Hong suspiciously.
“Let me see his credentials.”
“You don’t trust me?” Tian Hong’s friend signaled him.
“Your ID, quickly.”
Tian Hong immediately took out his police badge and handed it over.
The data administrator examined it carefully before saying, “You can only view it here.
Without an application, you cannot take pictures.”
Tian Hong agreed without hesitation.
“That’s fine.
I’ll just look here.”
The data administrator pulled up the past ten years of death records from Songshan Mental Sanatorium and moved aside.
“These are the records.
Take a look.”
Tian Hong held the mouse and scrolled down bit by bit.
The more he read, the more his brows furrowed. “
There’s only basic patient information and death timestamps.
Where are the causes of death?”
The data administrator took over the mouse and checked again.
“Oh, some of Songshan Mental Sanatorium’s detailed records weren’t entered into the system.
They’re only available as paper reports.
If you want to see those, you’ll need to submit an application.
Or… you could ask their director for the reports directly.”
Tian Hong frowned.
“I’ll check the system data first.”
The sanatorium housed about five hundred patients.
Over the past ten years, around ten people had died annually, spanning different ages and genders. Nothing stood out.
“Do psychiatric hospitals normally have this many deaths per year?” Tian Hong asked.
The data administrator replied, “That’s within the normal range.
After all, many patients have suicidal or violent tendencies.
If a psychiatric hospital has poor conditions and inadequate management, more deaths occur.
But typically, deaths in other hospitals are concentrated in the spring.”
Tian Hong examined the spreadsheet again.
“So, deaths at Songshan Mental Sanatorium during this period are unusual?”
The mortality rate was highest in spring.
But over the past five years, deaths were mainly concentrated between September and late December.
The data administrator was momentarily stunned before saying, “Not necessarily.
I was just talking about probability.
Statistically, spring is the peak season for psychiatric episodes, so incidents are more common.
But that doesn’t mean patients can’t relapse and commit suicide at other times.”
Tian Hong continued analyzing the sanatorium’s death records.
He had no application form and couldn’t access the paper reports, so he could only rely on the system data.
The drug and toxicology tests were completed.
The doctor told them to wait for the results.
During this period, Kong Ping didn’t exhibit any more suicidal behavior, and everything seemed to return to normal except…
By Thursday afternoon, all the results were finally available.
Zhou Huaixia, who had no classes that day, went to the hospital to collect the reports.
“What is this?” Zhou Huaixia pointed to one line in the toxicology report.
“SSRIs?”
The doctor glanced at it.
“Yes.
His body tested positive for SSRIs and their metabolites.”
Zhou Huaixia walked outside and called Kong Ping.
“Are you taking antidepressants?”
Kong Ping was stunned.
“What medication?”
Zhou Huaixia: “Did your psychologist prescribe anything for you?”
Kong Ping was confused.
“No… We only discuss my rehabilitation progress every week.
This week, we did psychological and imaging tests, and she said I had no issues.”
Zhou Huaixia leaned against the wall.
“The toxicology report detected SSRI metabolites in your system.”
Kong Ping hesitated.
“SS…?”
“SSRIs are antidepressants,” Zhou Huaixia explained.
“Some people experience increased suicidal tendencies when they first start taking them.”
Especially teenagers and young adults SSRIs can initially increase suicide risk.
Zhou Huaixia had reviewed psychology textbooks from freshman to senior year to avoid failing her courses. These medications were a fundamental topic.
Kong Ping denied it.
“I never took them.”
Zhou Huaixia pressed her fingers against the bridge of her nose.
“What medication do you take regularly?”
Kong Ping checked his drawer.
“Mecobalamin tablets and naproxen capsules.”
Zhou Huaixia: “…”
She had a headache.
This wasn’t making sense.
“You wait,” she said.
“Where’s Shen Yi? Have him take photos and send them to the group for Lv Jin to check.”