After about a few dozen minutes, Zhou Ran gradually felt that the original sense of powerlessness in his body gradually disappeared, although his right hand was still a little weak, but there was no big problem, and when he was about to get up to figure everything out, the sound of unlocking came from outside the ward door again, so he pressed the desire to explore in his heart, and lay quietly on the hospital bed and pretended to sleep. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The person who walked into the ward was not the black doctor who left as Zhou Ran originally envisioned, but a kind white middle-aged man, with blonde hair and blue eyes, plus a little middle-aged Xie Ding wearing a white coat, and his eyes were on Zhou Ran on the hospital bed, and the middle-aged man made an inquiring look at the red-haired nurse next to him.

Flipping through the patient file in her hand, the red-haired nurse nodded convincingly to indicate that there was no mistake in the doctor, her appearance was ordinary with freckles common to Europeans and Americans, but her figure was as plump as that of European and American women, the delicate upper circumference was a little wide propped up by the snow-white nurse's uniform, and her name was printed on the name tag on her chest - Susan, which was very ordinary as expected.

Receiving a reply from nurse Susan, the middle-aged man nodded and then put on a kind smile on his face, looked at Zhou Ran who was still lying on the hospital bed and said, "Welcome to Arkham Mental Hospital, our, huh...... Mr. Zhou~Ran~," called out Zhou Ran's name in a strange American accent, and the man then introduced himself, "I'm your attending doctor, Martin. Jo Red, you can call me Dr. Martin. ”

"Dr. Martin?" It seems that there is no point in continuing to pretend to be asleep, Zhou Ran slowly opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who claimed to be Dr. Martin, and the red-haired nurse with Susan on the badge next to him, and said with a calm face, "So, Dr. Martin, why was I sent to Arkham's mental hospital?" ”

Arkham Mental Hospital, a well-known villain hospital in Gotham City, Zhou Ran really didn't understand what reason he had for an ordinary foreign student to come in.

For Zhou Ran's calm reaction, it surprised Martin, who was used to seeing all kinds of strange patients, he frowned and looked Zhou Ran up and down on the hospital bed, from the appearance, this somewhat thin Asian man in front of him really didn't look like a person who could do that kind of thing on the street, but as a professional doctor, he still had to uphold his professional attitude, and the more normal people looked, the more they couldn't take it too lightly.

He secretly admonished himself in his heart, and opened the patient file in his hand Martin tried his best to make his voice sound as easy-going as possible, because the patients he faced were all patients with some mental conditions, so he would also work his tone and attitude to speak as much as possible not to stimulate these patients, "So, may I ask Mr. Zhou Ran, do you still remember what happened to you on No. 3 Street not long ago?" As he spoke, Martin stared at Zhou Ran's pale face, expecting something to be seen from it.

However, he was obviously disappointed, and shook his head at the blank expression on the hospital bed for his inquiry, "I'm sorry, Dr. Martin, I don't remember, about the matter of No. 3 Street......"

"Really?" Regretfully sighed, although it was clear that it was not possible to ask the reason for the matter from the other party's mouth, but the inevitable Zhou Ran's reply still made Martin a little disappointed, and after adjusting his emotions, he still put on that kind smile and comforted, "It's okay, Mr. Zhou Ran, we will help you, please don't worry too much." ”

That's why I'm worried, Martin's comfort didn't reassure Zhou Ran, but made him even more uneasy, after all, Arkham is not an ordinary hospital, how can he be relieved to be locked up in such a dangerous mental hospital, what happened on Street Three, Zhou Ran frowned and tried to recall everything that happened before his car accident, but he still didn't have any memory that could help the current situation.

The consultation time for the first patient had ended, and the psychiatrist Martin, who was about to leave, was stopped, and Zhou Ran couldn't help but ask, "Doctor Martin, when can I get out of here?" Why did he come to Arkham, where did the scars left by the car accident go, Zhou Ran had a large number of doubts waiting to be answered.

"Yes, when I diagnose you as normal." Doctors always hope to give hope to patients, even if Martin is a psychiatric doctor, he still hopes that his patients can recover, although it is not sure whether Zhou Ran is really normal, but this does not prevent him from comforting answering, "I believe that this day will come soon." ”

"I believe in ...... too" Looking at Dr. Martin and the disappearing back, Zhou Ran nodded and muttered, hoping that this day would not be too long.

Outside the ward, Nurse Susan locked the door again, and glanced at Zhou Ran on the hospital bed through the railing of the window, and the other party's lowered head made it impossible for her to see the delicate face of the Asian man. But it must be sad to be sent here, Susan thought to herself with a look of pity flashing in her eyes.

"Why didn't Dr. Martin just tell him about Third Street?" Looking at the gentle Martin beside him with a puzzled face, nurse Susan couldn't help but ask curiously. She really didn't understand why Dr. Martin chose not to tell the truth to the man in the ward, Zhou Ran.

"You know, Susan," Dr. Martin explained kindly, "not everyone can accept that kind of thing, and as patients, our doctors' accusations are more to guide than to provoke......" Among most psychiatrists, Dr. Martin can be regarded as a more kind existence, whether it is to patients or colleagues, Susan often smiles, so Susan nodded in agreement with the reason he gave.

The doctor's departure made the ward quiet again, and the clamor in his ears told Zhou Ran that everything was real, and the bright sunlight shining through the only window in the ward projected on the snow-white sheets on the hospital bed, reflecting everything extremely pale.

"Is this Arkham, a mental hospital?" Zhou Ran struggled to support his body and staggered down from the hospital bed, the furnishings in the ward were exceptionally simple, the metal tables and chairs fixed on the floor were fixed on the wall, and the simple bathroom was on the other side, supporting his weak body to walk to the sink and wipe his face with water, looking at the pale face in the mirror reflecting the closed window, he pulled the corners of his mouth to reveal a crying smile.