"Xianxian, is this Song Baojun reliable?" Before getting into the car, Meng Manning pulled Lin Mengxian to the corner and asked quietly.

As Song Baojun's second biggest fan, Lin Mengxian replied unambiguously: "Why do you ask that? Lingjuan's illness is a matter of the past, and it has nothing to do with Brother Jun." And now, Uncle Wang and Brother Jun have also reconciled, you see they are chatting so happily! Brother Jun took the initiative to visit Lingjuan, of course, he wanted to do his best to see if there was anything that could help. As a good friend of the Spirit Juan, don't you want the Spirit to get better?"

Meng Manning thought about it and felt that it was also the same reason, so he quickly nodded and said, "It would be best if I could help Juan Juan." In fact, I haven't seen Juan since she was admitted to the hospital, and I still feel a little guilty when I think about it. ”

"I can't go if I want to. Lin Mengxian responded: "Uncle Wang won't let us go to see her, for fear of losing the face of his Wang family." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled lightly, their smiles full of sadness. In fact, they just learned that Wang Lingjuan was suffering from mental illness and was being held in Qingshan Hospital.

Wang Cunde's news is blocked very well, and his daughter lacks social entertainment, and she doesn't have many friends, everyone only knows that she is currently recuperating in a hospital due to a serious illness, but the specific symptoms are unknown.

Coupled with Wang Cunde's anger at Du Yinlang, many people are reluctant to have anything to do with his family, and few people care whether Wang Lingjuan is dead or alive.

In such a situation, seeing that Song Baojun still cared about Wang Lingjuan, Meng Manning and the others finally felt a little relieved in their hearts.

Lin Mengxian originally came in a private car, but when she found that Brother Jun had changed to a new car and had an overly strong female bodyguard by her side, she clamored to squeeze into the Hummer H3 and give her car to Zhang Mingfang to drive.

Wang Cunde, Liang Bohua, and Meng Manning, a small convoy of five cars headed for Qingshan.

Qingshan is located in Osprey Town, on the border of Chazhou City, and the beautiful mountains and rivers are indeed a good place, but this hospital is not very pleasant.

Finally, I found a place in a ravine, the hospital gate was old, the cement and concrete brick door frame was broken, and the large iron door was rusty.

There are several signs on it, which read "Chazhou Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital", "Chazhou Psychiatric Disease Research Institute", and "Chazhou Mental Disease Control Center", all of which are old wooden signs, decayed and aging.

Wang Cunde got out of the car and found an old doorman of Longzhong, explained his intention, went through the formalities, registered properly, and stuffed two packs of treasured river hookahs, and the door slowly opened.

After passing a courtyard overgrown with wild grass, there is a three-story medical building in front of you, and the offices of medical staff are also in it.

Wang Cunde found the attending physician to understand the situation.

Long-term residents here are charged 5,000 to 10,000 yuan per month, including medical expenses, nursing fees, hospitalization fees and food expenses, depending on the condition of the disease.

Wang Cunde visits his daughter once a month and pays for the treatment by the way. Although he lost power, he still refused to give up on his daughter, tried to use the best of it, paid 10,000 yuan for treatment every month, and never lost a cent a day late.

Therefore, it is very rare in this hospital where everyone is in arrears, and the attending physician is very enthusiastic about him. The gifts brought by several girls were taken away, with a large number of fruit snacks, as well as some jewelry and clothes, which made Lin Mengxian very angry.

The attending physician said that because the patient cannot manage himself, some people will not realize that they have eaten enough, and will continue to eat until they die of themselves. So meals can only be distributed on time every day. There are also metal objects on jewelry, which are also quite dangerous for patients.

Lin Mengxian and the others were a little relieved.

Behind the medical building is a six-storey inpatient unit, slightly newer.

It's just that all the way by, from time to time I hear the cries of patients, wailing, screaming, muttering, claiming to be the emperor of Tongtian, and banging against the wall with my forehead, which is creepy and chilling.

The corridor was filthy everywhere, there were fecal stains that had not been wiped clean, there was a strong smell of urine, there was a strong smell of 84 disinfectant water, and from time to time a patient crawled on the ground in the shape of swimming.

The attending physician accompanied everyone all the way in, and saw that Song Baojun, who was the leader, had a hesitant face and explained: "The hospital is seriously underfunded, and many families send patients to pay the first month's fees and leave, and we can't drive patients away. And as you know, mentally ill people run around and defecate everywhere, and it's really hard for us to juggle it. ”

Song Baojun nodded in understanding.

The attending physician added: "However, there are other patients, such as Wang Lingjuan, who are our key care targets and try to help her recover as soon as possible." ”

Wang Cunde's face looked much better.

The attending physician introduced all the way: "Ling Ai's condition has been getting better and better under the careful treatment and care of our hospital medical staff during this time. Moreover, the drugs imported from our hospital have a special effect on personality dementia......"

Song Baojun interjected and asked, "Personality dementia?"

Yes, Miss Wang often denies her identity, does not recognize who she is, and suspects that she is at a different time, which is a sign of cognitive impairment. She had a high fever for several days, which could have caused brain damage. But we're doing our best, and we'll be able to recover anyway. ”

The environment on the sixth floor is really slightly better than the other floors, the surroundings are very tidy, and there are no sudden patients rushing out to be scary.

The attending physician opened the door of room 621 and said, "Miss Wang is inside, please come in." ”

A musty smell came to my face, and in the small 12-square-meter living room, a small window opposite was welded with thickened steel bars, and on the side was a small bed, a desk, and a smelly commode in the corner against the wall.

Wang Cunde's face was not different, and he was obviously accustomed to such an environment.

A girl in a white hospital gown sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, and Lin Mengxian and the others could hardly believe their eyes.

Is that still the bright and incomprehensible Wang Lingjuan? I saw that she was described as withered, with a sallow face, deep-set eye sockets, high cheekbones, and so thin that she was not human-shaped. My once shiny black hair was lumpy and smelly, and I hadn't washed it for days.

The exposed hands are green and bulging, and they are as thin as bamboo poles. The placket of his clothes was covered with dry and hard grains of rice, and his feet were all stained.

Song Baojun looked back and saw the attending doctor's face calm, thinking that this was already the case for the special care ward, and the other wards on the first to fifth floors could be imagined.

Wang Cunde stepped forward and shouted softly: "Juan Juan, Juan Juan, the military young man saw that you were coming, do you still remember the military young man?"

Wang Lingjuan glanced back, his expression was numb and indifferent, even looking at his father as if he was looking at an unrelated stranger.

Meng Manning's tears couldn't help but burst out of her eyes, she bit her lip and turned her face away, Zhang Mingfang hurriedly hugged her.

Wang Cunde said again: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, think about it again, do you still have an impression of the young army?"

Juan Juan didn't react, Wang Cunde had to raise his voice slightly, Wang Lingjuan nodded, and then shook his head indifferently.

Lin Mengxian felt even more compassionate, and hugged Tan Qingkai's arm tightly, almost twisting this kid's thin little wrist into a twist.

Song Baojun first looked at the layout of the room, and put his hands behind his back, as if he was a leader who went to the countryside to inspect, sometimes frowning, sometimes pursing his lips, and sometimes nodding slightly.

The room was too small, except for the attending physician, Wang Cunde and Song Baojun, everyone else could only stay outside the door and stand and couldn't enter.

Song Baojun first set an entropy value and used it as the origin to detect the ghost energy of the room. In his place is the "Spectral Imaging Principle", with yellow-green and white appearing all around.

Yellow is the heat generated by the portrait, white is the surrounding space, and green is the thinking activity of the person itself.

Song Baojun looked back, and several green clouds flashed at the door, thinking that the thoughts of Lin Mengxian and several other girls fluctuated. However, Wang Cunde and the attending physician were very calm, and they were no stranger to Wang Lingjuan's situation.

Everyone's color is slightly different, Wang Cunde is indented beige, which shows that Wang Cunde's current physical condition is not very good, with some sickness. The attending physician is apricot yellow, tends to be normal, and is very healthy.

Song Baojun took a step forward, wanting to see some fame in Wang Lingjuan.

Everyone saw him staring at Wang Lingjuan directly, and Wang Lingjuan's expression was indifferent, how did he feel weird about the situation, but everyone didn't dare to speak.

The yellow color on Wang Lingjuan's body was extremely dull, compared to Ling Anqi's dazzling orange, it was like the difference between candlelight and the sun and moon.

This shows that Wang Lingjuan's flame of life is already very weak and may be extinguished at any time.

Wang Lingjuan's green state is also faintly visible, indicating that her thoughts are empty.

Wang Cunde saw that Song Baojun was looking at his daughter intently, his face couldn't help but change, he felt that his heart was hairy, and he couldn't help but shout softly: "Soldier, soldier?"

Zhang Mingfang, who was outside the door, shook his head secretly: I thought that this Song Baojun took the initiative to visit Wang Lingjuan out of pity in his heart.

Juan Juan is terminally ill, his former beauty has long disappeared without a trace, and he can still have "sexual interest", he is a beast at all. No, not as good as beasts.

Song Baojun set the origin of entropy in his mind, and he didn't pay attention to the surrounding situation, and he couldn't hear Wang Cunde's words.

He suddenly found that Wang Lingjuan's body was faintly emitting a faint reddish light, isn't this a ghostly ability!

Song Baojun hurriedly went up and held Wang Lingjuan's thin palm like a chicken claw, wanting to sense more information from the other party's body.

Wang Cunde couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw Song Baojun's very rude move, and hurriedly said: "There are few soldiers, there are few soldiers!"

I saw that Song Baojun's perverted hand had explored up along his daughter's palm and touched her arm.