Originally, wishing you peace was a very ordinary blessing, but when such words came out of Hu Zongren's mouth and me, it often had an extra layer of intimidation. I'm a little better, at least I'm still more kind, Hu Zongren's sentence wishing you peace, suddenly made Dr. An a little anxious, he asked Hu Zongren in a little panic, is my situation very serious, you are wishing me peace. Hu Zongren glanced at him and said, I really just wish you peace.

I couldn't help but laugh, and then I reminded everyone that it was almost time, it was time to eat, and then let's go, so Dr. An sensibly took us to a nearby fish farm for a meal, and then carefully paid the parking fee for us before we left.

The address of the hospital provided by Dr. An was actually in the same district as his company, but this area was surprisingly large, except for the time to ask for directions, traffic lights and traffic jams, and it took us two hours to get there. Although it was my first time in this hospital, I had heard of the name of this hospital, which was built on a mountainside, and although it was a hospital, it was similar to the style of the early concentration camps, with high walls, and a circle of barbed wire and broken glass shards at the top, and even a fence on the outside of this wall. On the guide view at the entrance of the hospital, I saw that there are two gates in this hospital, the main gate is the one where we are currently located, which is specially provided for family members or other hospitals to exchange and study when entering and exiting, and the other passage is along a path directly to the ward, if I guess wrong, it should be a special passage to send patients to, of course, it is those patients with serious violent tendencies, and from the map, you can know that the place is even when there is a riot or fire, An emergency passage for escape.

Because it is located in the middle of the mountain, coupled with layers of fortifications, it is natural to prevent patients from leaving the hospital at will, because mental patients often do something randomly, and legally speaking, it is relatively tolerant. Hu Zongren and I parked our car on an empty small dam, which is a professional hospital, so of course the flow of people is not as hot as those tertiary hospitals, on the contrary, it seems deserted, and it is also suitable for the recovery of patients.

After getting out of the car, I asked Hu Zongren to call according to the phone number provided by Dr. An, and after waiting outside for about ten minutes, a thin man wearing a white coat, who looked about the same age as Dr. An, and wore gold-rimmed glasses, walked out, we introduced ourselves, of course, within the scope of what this doctor could accept, and we said that we were commissioned by Dr. An to come and see this patient, and by the way, to understand the situation. The doctor, who claimed to be surnamed Yang, quickly took us to the reception of the ward, found out the patient's ward from the internal system, and then told us with some embarrassment that this patient had just been visited an hour ago, so if we were going to visit, we might have to wait a little longer to give the patient enough time to rest.

Hu Zongren and I were both shocked and said, who else will come to visit? After reading the interview records, Dr. Yang said that the relationship with the patient was written as husband and wife. So I knew that it was the patient's wife who came to visit, and Hu Zongren hurriedly said to Dr. Yang, please tell us his wife's phone number, we have to wait anyway, if we have to wait for a long time, we also want to talk to his family.

Because he was entrusted by someone, Dr. Yang did not refuse, and Hu Zongren's request was actually reasonable. So we quickly got the phone, and Dr. Yang told us that he still had something on his hands and would not accompany us while waiting, and that we would call him again in about 2 hours. So we agreed, and Hu Zongren and I went back to the car to sit and smoke, and called the woman by the way.

After expressing her intention on the phone, she was very happy when she heard that we had been specially arranged by Dr. An to visit her husband to learn about his condition. So when we asked if we could meet and talk, she was very happy to agree, and didn't even want us to go down the mountain to find her, but immediately took a taxi up the mountain herself. She said that she didn't go far anyway, so she didn't bother. So Hu Zongren and I waited for her in the car, and half an hour later, she arrived at the entrance of the hospital. I went to the door to pick her up, and when I got into the car, she was still a little surprised, probably because we didn't look like intellectuals like doctors. Hu Zongren knew that if he told a lie in this situation, he might be a lie in exchange, after all, the family still had to protect it, so Hu Zongren directly told her our true identity and occupation, and in order to prove to her that we didn't speak, Hu Zongren even let the woman look at some of the metaphysical things we were carrying, because there is an unwritten confidentiality agreement between the doctor and the patient, so I guess this woman probably doesn't know much about the specific situation of her husband. In order not to cause her excessive panic, I omitted to explain her husband's situation to her, but let her understand that her husband is not really mentally ill, this is to let her rest assured about her husband's health, and secondly, the reason why her husband is like this is because of the relationship between the ghost and the body, and this is not inexplicable, we are here to solve this matter, and we are also giving her hope.

Although she was still a little skeptical, it was obviously much easier for her to accept such a gentle expression. She began to ask me and Hu Zongren questions about her own concerns, such as whether it would cause any harm to her husband. Hu Zongren and I did not answer her directly, because before we finished it, we didn't dare to give anyone a definite answer, such a hope is not that we can't give, but we don't dare to give, and those who are already walking on the edge should not let others catch the handle in any way.

Soon, Hu Zongren and I learned from this woman some specific circumstances that even Dr. An did not know, such as the patient's own weak constitution, and the time of birth happened to be the leap month of that year, so his physique may become more unique because of the relationship between his parents. Compared with those who are healthy and disease-free, this kind of people are more likely to be targeted by demons. Because Chinese, especially Chinese medicine and metaphysical people, we are accustomed to seeing a person's body as a container with a perfect circulatory system, and the so-called cycle here is just like the metaphysical belief that everything in heaven and earth is yin and yang. If the yin qi is heavy, then it is possible that the constitution is not good, and it is easy to stumble and get some minor diseases, so in ancient times it was called "evil spirit", because the doctors at that time would think that these diseases were caused by ominous things, such as dead people and ghosts. In the same way, the so-called yang qi refers specifically to righteousness, and righteousness here contains some positive things, which is why we have always paid great attention to the principle of "essence and spirit". And the two qi of yin and yang restrain each other in the container of the human body, maintaining balance with each other, like a seesaw, which determines that this person will be closer to that side.

And Hu Zongren and I obviously belong to the category of Yang Qi that is more vigorous, and I think this is one of the reasons why we embarked on this path in the dark. So after learning some specific information about that man, I gradually realized that the ghost haunted him not by accident, but probably after staring at him for a long time, I felt that there was no more suitable body for me than this man, so I chose to go up. But as for the possibility that a ghost hundreds of kilometers away could possess an unrelated person, we can only know more about the patient and see his specific situation.

While understanding the situation and waiting, time did pass relatively quickly when someone spoke, so I saw that it was almost over, so I reminded Hu Zongren to call that Dr. Yang. Then we walked together to the building and waited for him. Dr. Yang was still stunned when he saw the patient's wife, and Hu Zongren hurriedly introduced that this was the patient's wife, who was the one you called me just now, and since we are here, let's go in and have a look together.

Dr. Yang nodded yes and arranged a visit for us. When he sent us to the door of the ward, he no longer continued to go inside, but said to another man in a white coat who looked like an iron cage through the iron door of the ward, this is to visit the patient, so-and-so bed, so-and-so, you take them in, this is my acquaintance.

The white coat in that cage is actually probably the medical staff in charge of this floor, because psychosis is a disease in a broad sense, not specifically referring to a certain disease, but a combination of many inexplicable diseases. Usually there is a little problem, and it is at home to rest and treat, and if you have a little money, you may hire a psychologist, but you can really reach the point of hospitalization, and you live in this kind of prison-like hospital, which is usually more serious. So as I walked in, I kept hearing strange voices in my ears, mixed together, laughter, crying, and the mysterious voice of talking to myself. I tried not to look into the room, because I was starting to get a little scared.

The medical doctor who led the way seemed to see my panic, so he asked me a little mockingly, what is the first time you are here? I said yes, for the first time. The man smiled and said, It's okay, it's the first time, and I'll get used to it after a few more visits. I didn't speak, but Hu Zongren leaned into my ear and said to me, yes, the first time, it hurts a little...

If it weren't for the fact that now wasn't the time to fight, I think I'd have fought him. Obviously, Hu Zongren's joke was not well received by everyone, and when he reached the door of the ward, the medical staff opened the door with a key, and then told us that you should go in, and if something happened or you wanted to come out, press the yellow button on the wall.

We walked into the ward, the sky-blue walls did not make me feel any light, on the dark blue floor, there were some crayons and crumpled paper, and turning the corner, I saw a man facing the wall, hunched back, wearing a blue and white striped shirt sitting on the bed, but his head seemed to be nodding, rhythmically, little by little.