We didn't stay here too much and after a quick check we exited. There were simply no more discoveries other than that photo.

The man who met us led us to a hotel not far from the hospital. He had rented a business suite here before, and there was no problem with moving in.

The next morning, after we had breakfast, the four of us arrived at the hospital two blocks away, with flowers in hand, as if we had come to visit a patient. The person who answered us seemed to be familiar with the nurse here, and after saying hello, he led us to Phil? Smalling's hospital room was here, but just as we reached the door, there was a sudden chaos in the room. After the sound of an object being knocked to the ground, a man in overalls rushed out and shouted to the nurse's desk, "Someone! Smalling is crazy again! Doctor! Nurse! ”

At the same time as the man was shouting, there was a shout from the room, as if Smolin was arguing with someone, and most importantly, I could hear that he was shouting in Russian.

D and I glanced at each other and walked briskly into the room. I saw that Smalling was going crazy in the room in the ward, he should have been eating breakfast or had just finished breakfast, but at this moment those breakfast and utensils were already on the ground. He was yelling, not specific but swearing, and he was angrily watching the TV in the hospital room and yelling as if he were arguing with it.

I turned my head to look at the TV, and it was showing international news at the moment, like where the Yankees were engaged in military operations. And just as I turned to look at the TV, Smalling suddenly looked at us, then pointed at us and asked us loudly.

"Who are you? Who asked you to come? Smalling asked loudly in Russian.

D immediately looked at me and said, "Does this guy still think he is in the Soviet Union?" ”

"I don't know anything! I don't know! Before we could answer, the guy suddenly became frightened again, and shrank into the corner, "Don't come to me!" Don't come to me! ”

"What is he afraid of? Afraid that the Russians will come to him to settle accounts? I asked curiously, and while I was talking to D, several hospital nurses rushed in, and after seeing what was going on in the room, they told us to get out, and then one of the nurses began to comfort Smalling, while the other nurses seemed to be ready to pounce on Smalling and control him.

A few of us cooperated and exited the room, followed by the screams of Smalling. D immediately looked at the man who answered us: "Find a way to leave us alone with him." Just say that you can't treat him like this, that's abuse. ”

The person who answered us nodded, took the flower in his hand and ran quickly to the nurse's table, and then roared there with an angry expression.

It quickly took effect, and a moment later the man walked briskly with a doctor. The guy who answered us said, "You can't treat him like a prisoner who suppresses a riot." I was entrusted to see him, how can I account for it with his family? I know he's mentally wrong, but it's not what he wants, he's a sick man, and you can't force him to be subdued like you would a murderer! ”

The doctor was trying to explain that what he meant was nothing more than to prevent him from harming others and himself. There will be no abuse, and there will be no harm to him. However, the person who answered us did not pay any attention to this, and he walked to the door of the ward with great indignation, glanced at the window on the door, and said, "Listen to his shout, listen to it." It's a torture, you're not appeased but abused! ”

The doctor looked helpless, but he was still patiently persuading, and at this moment D walked over to the doctor and said, "Hello doctor, we have come to visit Mr. Smalling, I am a psychiatrist, and I have been entrusted by his family to see how he is doing. If you'll allow me to talk to him alone. D said as he looked at the guy standing by the door pretending to be angry and said, "Please don't do this again." The doctor was right, anyone else would have treated him like this. He can't control himself now, and that's the best way for him. ”

The person who answered us glanced at D, and there was a very tacit understanding between them, but in an instant, this guy understood D's intentions, and he still said unrelentingly: "You'd better make sure you're right." I can see for myself, his family didn't invite you to defend the hospital. ”

D spread his hands and said, "This is not a defense. We have to calm him down. At least you can't let him move, you can if you don't subdue him, and if you can get him to listen to you then it's perfectly fine. ”

"That can't be done with him." The guy looked unusually angry and pointed inside the door, "Then I feel like he is a livestock." It's inhumane! ”

"Calm down!" D raised his hand to him as he spoke, and then he turned to look at the doctor standing beside him and said, "I beg your pardon, ordinary people can't accept such a scene, especially looking at their own relatives." ”

The doctor nodded gratefully at D, "I wish everyone could be like you." ”

"Hah! So you're just standing? Don't forget what you're here for. The guy who answered us looked at D, and he looked like he was ready to burn his anger to D.

"Calm down, please calm down." D pressed his hands down as if to really calm the guy down, "This is the hospital, I'm going to have to talk to this doctor and ask for his opinion." This is both a minimum of respect and a sign of professionalism. ”

"Then you hurry! Hurry up and talk to him, do you still want to have a cup of tea and have some academic discussion? The person who answered us raised his hand and said impatiently.

D looked helpless, he turned his head and politely pulled the doctor aside, and then the two exchanged a few words in a low voice, and soon the two seemed to have reached some agreement, and then the doctor said a few words to the nurse at the door, and D looked at the person who answered us: "Quiet." Calm down, the doctor agreed that we should go and see him, but if he can't control it again, then everything has to go according to their approach, okay? ”

"Good! OK! Then hurry up. The guy gestured to the ward, "Let them all come out." The way they look reminds me of the pig slaughter I saw when I was a kid. It's people! ”

"Then please stop talking, okay? May I? D asked again, "If you can't control your emotions, then I don't think you need to go in." ”

"Yes..." The guy raised his hand, "As long as they stop." ”

Moments later, we entered the hospital room. Smalling was confined to the hospital bed, unable to move at will, but his face was sweaty, he looked at us angrily and continued to question loudly in Russian.

D and I walked quickly to the bedside, and the rooms were closed again, and outside the door stood the hospital people, who had just exited the room but they still had to keep an eye on the patients.

"Let go of me! You don't know what you're doing? You don't even know who I am! You're going to be out of luck! Unlucky! Smalling shouted loudly in Russian.

D looked at me for a moment, I nodded, turned to look at the guy, and after a quick thought about the old guy Younis's appearance and tone when he faced Kudrya and them before, he said in Russian: "I know who you are." Oleg? Comrade Zhirkov. After saying that, I pulled over a chair that had fallen to the ground next to me, and after sitting down, I said, "No, I can't be called a comrade." We know what you did, the unlucky man wasn't me, but he was in this room. Who do you think it will be? ”

I don't know if he suddenly woke up or continued to immerse himself in the conjecture that he was still a Soviet, but at this moment he suddenly quieted down, and his previous angry expression disappeared, and he changed to a look of fear, and after looking at me, he continued to say in Russian: "You... Who are you? Who sent you? ”