The director of the sanatorium stood in front of the office building and waited for their arrival.

Wu Junke got out of the car, and the dean stepped forward. "Wu Dong, go to my office and say, it's too cold outside. ”

Quiet and Zhao Feng walked behind them.

The dean's office is not large, but it is well decorated. Tea has been brewed in the reception area of the office. Under the base of the teapot is a small candle warming the tea.

The dean made tea for them all, and brought the small tea cups to them in turn, looking courteous. "Wu Dong, I have a good understanding of what you said. ”

Although Jing Jing didn't know what he was talking about, it should be Wu Junke who had come to understand the situation before.

Wu Junke drank tea, still with the same iron-like face, cold and hard. "Then how did Mr. Wang meet Cheng Fan? I told me again and again, no one can see her without my permission. ”

Quietly put the tea aside, the gloves on her hands had not been removed, and after entering the nursing home, even the superintendent's office with the heating on, she felt cold.

The dean was ashamed to explain: "I was not in the courtyard for a few exchange meetings a while ago, so I was negligent. Mr. Wang said to the people in the inpatient department that he was your friend, and he also gave some benefits privately, you can rest assured, I have already dealt with the person. ”

Thinking quietly, even if this is a sanatorium, this director should also be a doctor, how to use the word "treatment"? I can't see a little benevolence and benevolence.

"What is Cheng Fan's situation now?" quietly, too lazy to look at the dean's sycophancy.

The dean looked at Wu Junke.

"What, do you still need the approval of Wu Dong to tell me?" Quiet left all the past euphemisms behind.

The dean was a middle-aged man of forty-five or sixteen years old, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were already spreading on his face. The quiet words made him a little unable to descend the steps, and his crow's feet squeezed out noticeable folds.

"You tell her about Cheng Fan's situation, and she will see Cheng Fan later. ”

Wu Junke showed his pass.

"Okay. The dean walked over to his desk and brought a medical folder from the table, and he put on his glasses.

"When we received Cheng Fan, she was completely incapacitated, including cognition, speech, and thinking. After examination, it should be caused by improper medication. "The dean's words are very open.

"Now the language is 80 percent back, but the rest is relatively slow. Depending on the case, her consciousness will be intermittently blurred and her behavior will be out of control. So, will this young lady see her alone later?" the dean wanted to make sure with Quiet.

"Yes, I'm going to see her alone and turn off the monitors in your room. ”

"This ...... I'm afraid it doesn't meet the regulations. Turn off the monitor, you'll be in danger if she gets out of control. The dean felt that this woman seemed to have a lot of weight, and even Wu Junke gave her face.

"Is the dean going to talk to me about the rules?" quietly signaled to the dean, Cheng Fan's stay here is not in accordance with the regulations.

"Dean, isn't there that kind of dress with long sleeves, can tie people up? Wear that for her, even if it really gets out of control, she is not afraid!" Zhao Feng didn't know what the dress with long sleeves was called, he only remembered that he had seen it in the TV series.

"That's not good, the patient will be very resistant to this, once she wears it, it will easily cause her to lose control. If it's out of control, it's even more impossible to see people. ”

"No need to wear it, I'll be fine. "Silence can't let Cheng Fan lose control, if so, she can't ask anything.

After some discussion, she was still willing to be quiet, and asked her to meet Cheng Fan alone, and they plus two doctors stayed outside the ward, and they would go in to subdue Cheng Fan if there was any movement.

……

The dean led them into the inpatient department. As soon as I entered the building, the corridors were locked with iron doors at night, just like on TV.

The dean entered his fingerprints and opened one iron door after another.

Zhao Feng felt that this madhouse was quite up to date with the times, and it was all modern high-tech products.

Open the last door, and there are already two doctors waiting there.

They nodded to the dean and followed them to the innermost point.

From time to time, I heard voices coming from the wards on both sides of the corridor, crying, screaming, and giggling.

Cheng Fan's ward is the one at the end of the corridor on this floor.

"When I arrived, Cheng Fan was inside. When you talk to her, you must pay attention to the rhythm and don't irritate her. The dean took care of the silence one more time, and this was the sixth time on the way here.

"Open the door. "Silence does not thank or respond.

The dean finally looked at Wu Junke, and Wu Junke nodded in agreement.

Quietly walked in, Wu Junke stood against the door, listening to the movement inside.

……

Everything in the ward is white, and Quiet describes such whiteness as miserable white.

Cheng Fan stood at the window, with his back to the quiet. "I don't want to take medicine. ”

She thought it was another nurse who had come to deliver her medicine.

Quietly put the bag on her shoulder on the small table. "Wang Anchor asked me to come and see you. ”

Wang Anchor's name played a role in the needle, and Cheng Fan immediately turned around.

Quiet was frightened, Cheng Fan no longer had what he used to be. Her eyes were sunken, her cheekbones bulged, and her whole body was skinny.

"Quiet?" Cheng Fan tilted her head, her eyes were very empty, but she recognized Quiet, and she was not excited.

Quietly approached Cheng Fan slowly, stopping for a moment every few steps. "Wang Anchor is sick, he said that he has been coming to see you some time ago, and he can't come during this time, so let me see if you are okay. ”

Cheng Fan frowned and asked worriedly. "Sick, how sick? He also said that I would take me out of here and take me home to my parents. ”

Quietly and softly. "It's out of the way, I'm too tired from work, I'm cold, I'll be fine in a few days. ”

"Oh, that's the case......" Cheng Fan walked back to the bed from the window and sat down.

Quiet walked a few more steps. "I've also been to see your mom and dad, and they're all fine, but I miss you very much. ”

Cheng Fan looked out the window. "I miss them too, when will Wang Anchor's illness be cured?"

Quiet's heart was sour, she didn't know when Wang Anchor would get better, she was ready to go with Wang Anchor. Thinking of this, Quiet couldn't help crying.

Cheng Fan couldn't understand why Jing Jing suddenly cried. "What's wrong with you?"

She speaks weakly, like a puppet without a soul.

Quietly wipe away tears. "I broke up with Wang Anchor, and he didn't want me anymore. ”

Cheng Fan's brain turned very slowly, like a rusty machine, and quiet words were spinning in circles in her mind. "Break up, break up...... Breakup ......"

Cheng Fan kept repeating.

Jing Jing and Cheng Fan only kept the last few tens of centimeters away, which was beyond the safe distance between the dean and her.

Cheng Fan suddenly understood the true meaning, she laughed, the louder she laughed, and the sound penetrated the quiet eardrum.

"Finally broke up! Well divided! I'll just say that Wang Anchor won't want you!"

Quietly lowered his head and said aggrievedly. "Yes, I'm going to leave here after seeing you. A lot of people hate me here, a lot of people stalk me, and I don't want to stay here. ”

The night before, in addition to watching Wang Anchor's backup, Quiet also checked a lot of information on the Internet according to Cheng Fan's situation, no matter whether those guidance methods were useful or not, Quiet had to fight for it.

Cheng Fan suppressed his laughter and looked at the quiet, like a jackal looking at its prey. You have to find the latest chapters by yourself to read books?