The co-worker also told Mu Chun that Pan Guangshen wrote letters to the girl every week, and that the letters the girl sent to her after he was imprisoned were sent to the house he had rented before.

Isn't that more than a year since I wrote a letter to a girl? Mu Chun inquired whether these letters had stopped after Pan Guangshen's accident, and the worker said that he did not know, and maybe Pan Guangshen's roommate who lived with him before knew.

Before Mu Chun could find the roommate, Pan Guangshen recruited him to Fengchuan No. 1 Prison again.

Mu Chun asked Luo Yang to invite Pan Guangshen to the treatment room first, and then asked Luo Yang to wait outside the door for a while.

Luo Yang was still relieved and couldn't help it, so he paced back and forth outside the treatment room, Liu Feng couldn't help but take a look, but found that the treatment room was quiet, Pan Guangshen was not noisy and did not hear Mu Chun's voice.

"Did you find what Dr. Mu Chun wanted?" Luo Yang asked.

"I found it, and there are indeed letters, fixed three or four times a month." After Liu Feng finished speaking, he handed the letter record to Luo Yang.

Luo Yang glanced at it and said: "You take it first, if there is nothing in the office, you can wait here with me, I am always worried that it will not be peaceful inside, although Dr. Mu Chun seems to be reliable, but Pan Guangshen is unreliable, and now the voice is not as good as me, I am a little panicked." ”

After Luo Yang finished speaking, he touched his shoulder and looked panicked.

In fact, there is no sound in the treatment room, but Mu Chun is telling Pan Guangshen a story, saying that a little girl will receive funding from a kind-hearted person every month, because of that kind-hearted person, the girl can go to school, the girl can also have beautiful clothes, and the girl feels that she is the happiest person in the world.

Pan Guangshen never thought that this doctor would understand his affairs so clearly, he originally thought about spitting out something, but he didn't know how to spit it out.

He sat on the windowsill and coughed and was embarrassed.

"It's good to spit it out, and it's good to spit out the accumulated pain in your stomach and intestines to get healthy."

Mu Chun sat opposite Pan Guangshen, and there was only one seat between the two, which could be said to be very close.

If Luo Yang saw Mu Chun and Pan Guangshen sitting so close, he didn't know what he would be afraid of.

"It's not going to be okay, it's not going to be okay." Pan Guangshen looked at the ground and said while trembling, his shoulders were raised high and his neck was clamped, he wore a lot, the sun shone through the window on his face, he turned sideways, not wanting the sun to find his eyes.

Photophobia? Mu Chun's heart was stunned, obviously there was a problem with his body and he didn't want to be treated, obviously he had improved slightly after the last treatment, but he relapsed immediately after a week, what was he hiding, he had to vomit so much to vent.

"Afraid of the sun? Your body needs to be treated, and it's not good to go on like this. ”

Mu Chun said earnestly.

"Don't be good, I don't want to be good, I'm so comfortable, don't trouble the doctor in the future, no one will help me with my affairs." Pan Guangshen shook his head incoherently.

Finally, he covered his face with his hands, his yellow-brown nails were covered with rough textures, and his nails were visibly thickened, looking dirty and old.

"I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy." After covering his face, Pan Guangshen said more than before.

Although it is a logical, fragmented language, Pan Guangshen is talking more and more, and Mu Chun found that it is different from the last time he imagined talking to his parents in front of the empty chair.

The last time Pan Guangshen burst into tears, he spoke his hometown, but this time, Pan Guangshen spoke Mandarin when he entered a state of confiding and catharsis.

Although he was shaking and unusually emotionally unstable, he managed to sit in his chair and spoke Mandarin all the time.

Is it so that I can understand.

It's a bold assumption, but sometimes bold is the most plausible assumption.

For example, a person who is proficient in multiple languages will gradually lose the ability to speak in old age after suffering from Alzheimer's disease, and he will usually end up retaining his native language.

During the last treatment, Pan Guangshen began to use his hometown dialect very early, and with his emotional investment, he naturally said something that Mu Chun couldn't understand at all, but today is different, Mu Chun slightly sideways his wrist, glanced at the time, it has been nearly twenty minutes, and Pan Guangshen has been speaking Mandarin all the time.

Mu Chun boldly assumed that Pan Guangshen must have something to say but couldn't say it, he hoped that Mu Chun could understand him and say it for him.

And this matter is not unexpected, it should be related to the girl.

Mu Chun stood up, walked around the treatment room, and took out a pencil and a piece of letter paper from his pocket.

"This is for you, write down what you want to say."

Mu Chun patted Pan Guangshen on the shoulder, Pan Guangshen put down his hands, and looked at Mu Chun with bloodshot and red and swollen eyes.

"Do you want to write a letter?" Mu Chun asked.

Pan Guangshen hesitated for a moment, and suddenly slapped Mu Chun's hand away.

Swipe and pull! The pencil and paper fell to the ground, and Pan Guangshen stared at Mu Chun fiercely, like an offended tiger.

"Are you angry, are you angry at me or at yourself?" Mu Chun was not afraid and stared at Pan Guangshen's eyes.

The two just looked at each other, and Pan Guangshen clenched his fists on his thighs.

"Get out!" Suddenly he shouted tremblingly, covered his head with his hands, and fell to his knees.

Mu Chun took a step back, he knew that if he retreated now and left now, Pan Guangshen might refuse to take the medicine even more, torturing himself and the others in the prison even more.

"You go away, don't push me, I'm a piece of shit."

Pan Guangshen was like a child at a loss, although he was standing, his knees could no longer stand up straight because of the pain of the disease.

Crying a few times on the spot, Pan Guangshen suddenly turned around as if he had made some decision, rushed to the iron chair he was sitting on just now, bent down and lifted the chair above his head, and turned around awkwardly again, facing Mu Chun, his hands trembled, and the chair was about to fall down on Mu Chun.

Boom!

Loud bang!

"Pan Guangshen, what are you doing?" Luo Yang opened the door and rushed into the treatment room.

"Pan Guangshen, stand against the wall." Luo Yang roared.

Liu Feng saw that Luo Yang had already controlled Pan Guangshen, so he hurriedly ran to Mu Chun's side and asked in a low voice, "Doctor Mu, are you okay?" ”

"How can it be okay, smash the chair and pay it back. Pan Guangshen, you stand for me, do you hear it, stand up. Luo Yang was really angry, not that he thought that Pan Guangshen vomited on him before, but the bigger reason was that Pan Guangshen actually picked up a chair and smashed people, this was still in prison, or when the police were at the door.

This kind of blatant picky eater, Luo Yang can't bear it.

If Mu Chun was injured, Director Zhou asked, how would he explain.

Mu Chun shook his head at Liu Feng, thinking, this is over, the plan is messed up.

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