In a small ward, it is about 10 square meters.

There is a thick Simmons mattress in the center against the wall, there is no bed, not even any tables and chairs, no furnishings, and the wall is white and dazzling.

And on the mattress.

Lying was a man in his thirties.

And he's right now—

I don't know an inch.

Slippery, Shi Wei's hand holding the book shook violently, and he almost couldn't help but smash the exhibitionist's head directly.

Wen Nanye glanced back at Shi Wei, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth actually made Shi Wei densely detect a touch of ridicule.

Soon.

A few nurses came in from outside, carrying two chairs and placing them in the ward.

He quickly withdrew.

Wen Nanye grabbed a chair and put it in front of Shi Wei, his dark eyes were warm under the lenses.

"Sit here. ”

Shi didn't look away directly, not paying attention to the slick person over there.

His eyes kept staring at the side of the face of the man in front of him, and his eyeballs were perfectly purified.

"Long time no see. ”

Wen Nanye sat on the chair, his sitting posture was much straighter, giving people a feeling of being very easy to get along with, wearing glasses, his aura instantly changed dramatically, and at the moment of facing the patient, it seemed that he had hidden his true self.

The man lying on the bed was smiling, looking like a normal person, and it was because he couldn't see it on the surface that it was amazing.

"You're really tireless. ”

The man sighed.

Slowly cross-legged and face to face with Wen Nanye.

Shi Wei frowned, and the hand holding the pen couldn't help but increase the force, the picture was really spicy, and she could only silently stabilize her mentality.

The devil knew that they were going to face such weirdos.

The corners of Wen Nanye's mouth rose: "I think that I am already your friend, if I can help you a little, I think I will be happier." ”

The man laughed: "No one can help me, my subjective consciousness is dead, and besides, I personally don't think I'm sick, it's those people who are sick, they are too hypocritical." And I don't think I need you to help me...... The so-called treatment. ”

Wen Nanye's expression was very light, there were almost no ups and downs, perfect and tolerant of the patient in front of him.

"I think you're wrong. I'm not a doctor, and of course I won't treat you systematically like them, I'm here just to chat with you and relax. ”

Shi Wei's eyelids jumped.

Slightly surprised, he looked at the man's beautiful side face, with no edges and corners, and his expression, movements, manners, and conversation were completely different.

It's like I've become a different personality.

Moist and silently surround the patient.

How did he suddenly become—

It's weird.

The man seemed to have pondered Wen Nanye's words for a moment, but finally, his gaze suddenly turned to Shi Wei.

Shi Wei raised his eyelids, and he was as calm as usual.

"Is this your girlfriend?"

Wen Nanye pushed his glasses with his fingertips, the curvature of his lips remained unchanged, and he asked without answering: "What do you think of her?"

Shi Wei: "............"

He's, he's, seriously, asking a neurotic idea?

Man: "Pretty. It's just a little shy. ”

Wen Nanye snorted: "Little girl, it is inevitable that you will be shy. ”

Shi Wei: "............"

Her worldview seemed to be collapsing.

I'm afraid that both of you have been kicked by mules, one naked, the other well-dressed, with a strange painting style, and one question and answer very seriously talking about this kind of topic, as if they were really old friends.

She felt like she was going crazy.

She wondered, this man was really here to make friends?

And the mentally ill ......?