After she finished speaking, she ran away like the wind.

Feed! You might as well leave me an amulet!"

I hurriedly called Qin Hongze. Let him find Zhang Yanlai. I couldn't hold it anymore. I have to be nervous to be scared by ghosts like this.

I hurriedly woke up my sleeping mother and told her to come home. If I had affected her because of what had happened to me, I would have died 10,000 times, and I would be sorry for her.

My mother was there until she was sure that my low-grade fever was back to normal, and then she sent me dinner and went back.

Mom, you have to know that my daughter really can't let you ccare for me anymore.

Watching the moonlight rise outside the window. I lay on the bed under the quilt and looked out the window at the branches swaying in the autumn wind, counting the leaves blown off by the wind. It's kind of a boredom for yourself.

But I kept thinking about what I had experienced, so let's first figure out the reason for the more than 40 spirits, as long as I know the ins and outs, maybe I can really rescue them and stop them from suffering.

Thinking so, I flipped through the diary left by Wang Aiguo: March 9. The hospital suddenly set up lanterns like the New Year, and hung them all over the internal medicine building. No one said the specifics. It's just that the superiors understand the hard work of the medical staff and send a troupe to perform in the small theater of the hospital at night. The medical staff and patient comrades of the hospital were called to participate and experience the new atmosphere of the new society. However, is such an act suitable for psychiatric patients? I doubt it. But since it is an order from a superior, it can only be carried out. I can talk to Zhang Min secretly again tonight. After all, it's been a long time since we've talked about us. For the evening performance, it is really incredible. In my opinion, it doesn't look like a new repertoire performed by comrades from the art troupe. It was an unknown ancient song played. Let 6 little girls dance around the female patient of 307. It's just inexplicable. This is not a condolence show at all, it is more like a ceremony. It's better to go to the Taoist temple and invite a few Taoist monks. For me in the new society, I can't understand this kind of stuff similar to cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods.

March 9th? I don't know what year it is?

I flipped back, and the diary generally said something about medical pharmacology and dosage mastery. However, I have a lot of tips for this half-baked doctor, who is not well skilled, and this diary is very practical, not only to explain the efficacy of patients from the dosage of Western medicine, but also to compare them one by one from the perspective of Chinese medicine. It's much more interesting than boring textbooks, and many of them can be used in practice. I was fascinated for a moment. Before you know it, you have seen it late at night.

Suddenly, another diary entry came to my attention: April 1st. The air deposited in this hospital began to flow, some of the doctors in the hospital died in medical malpractice, and patients who were hospitalized sometimes disappeared and suddenly reappeared. Since March 9, the abnormal behavior of the patient comrades has also increased. The doctors and nurses were also overwhelmed by the gloomy atmosphere. Yesterday afternoon, Comrade Zhou Yuan, who was in charge of the reference room on the second floor, died suddenly. Before a newcomer arrived, Zhang Min temporarily replaced Comrade Zhou Yuan's work. Obviously, the patient comrades on the third floor are already very busy, and they also have to sort out the library materials on the second floor and the records of the inpatient comrades. Zhang Min is getting thinner and thinner. At the beginning of his tenure, a patient came to go through the discharge procedures, and it was the girl named Wang Yuting who was found in the disappearance of the Hong painter in room 304.

Later, while tidying up the child's room, I found her mother's diary. At this time, the mother and son seem to have left the hospital, and may not come back for treatment. In fact, I always felt that the child was not sick at all, but was only prepared to be in the psychiatric department for the performance on March 9th. Of course, I can't be presumptuous, it can only be my own subjective assumptions. Maybe my mind is not pure yet. Retaining the dross of the old society, it seems that I really maybe, as Zhang Min told me, it's time to take a good look at my soul