Jiang Wujian didn't cry, didn't make trouble, and didn't shout.

just sat on the bed in a daze, as if someone had taken away his soul, his eyes were empty, and his expression was numb.

"Doctor Zhang, what's wrong with no illness......" The aunt with red and swollen eyes asked with a worried face.

"Don't worry, he just can't accept the truth for a while, but it's a good start for him to choose such a quiet way to calm his emotions when he realizes that he is sick." Zhang Qiliang, who was standing beside his aunt, said.

"Thanks to your help this time, Miss Su." Although Qin Wenguang also had a smile on his face, he did not have the kind of intimacy that Zhang Qiliang gave people, but was a little gloomy and compassionate.

Su Xiaorui sighed: "I just want him to get better soon......"

Zhang Qiliang: "We understand, but don't worry, wait. ”

……

Little by little, time passed.

The sky darkened, and the stars in the night grew more and brighter as time went by, and finally converged into a brilliant galaxy that crossed the sky and flowed into the unknown distance.

When the sun rises again in the east, everything that has been silent all night begins to revive in the warm sunshine.

In the ward, Jiang Wuxi was like an old monk in his meditation, motionless.

But in all these times, he thought about it a lot, a lot.

From the beginning of the mountain village, to the current Lecheng.

From the village chief at the beginning, to the current county guard.

From the beginning of the sacrifice, to the current pandemic.

Jiang Zhiyu, Cao Li, Qiu Weiliang, Murong Bangfeng, Li Changfeng, Zhu Yao......

Murong Yue, Zhang Ming, Qi Yongyan, Baili Gao Zhuo, Qing Xuanzi, Cai Wu......

Tuna, cultivating immortals, sacrificing, seizing houses, alchemy, asking rice, making livestock, driving corpses, opera, and Fanzhong......

The coffin is a sedan chair, and the female corpse with small feet.

Everything is shattered little by little like a dream bubble.

Jiang Wuji's eyelashes moved, and then he slowly turned his stiff neck, and looked out the window at the sound of bones grinding against each other, and looked at the plane tree that was dying.

"So it's all fake, it's all my imagination, I'm sick, I'm really sick."

"Next, I just need to stop lying and accept the cooperative treatment, and I will be fine."

"When I get better, I can go back to my old life, even if I will still be pointed at and excluded, at least I can work hard to adapt, live a normal life, and integrate into a normal society."

"I can't stay here all the time, receiving all kinds of treatment and supervision, and my aunt will bear the high costs."

"I figured it out, but why... I still feel sad......"

……

"Do you want to go out for a walk?"

Zhang Qiliang's voice sounded in his ears, but Jiang Wujian didn't pay attention to it.

It's not that he doesn't want to pay attention, it's that he doesn't have the energy, as if he is obviously hungry, but he is too lazy to eat, and it feels meaningless.

Zhang Qiliang lifted the frame of his glasses and said, "I thought you would wake up soon, but judging from the current situation, I have to use other means to stimulate you." ”

"Jiang Wuji, do you want to go and see Xiaopang? It's the guy who has a large area of skin grafting. ”

Jiang Wuji's eyes moved, and he said a little numbly, "Little fat ......"

"Yes, Chubby, although he has not fully recovered, if you want to see him, I can arrange it for you."

Jiang Wuji's eyes drooped slightly, and he said, "What did I see him doing......

"His illness has been cured, and after this recovery, he can go home directly, and he will no longer be a psychopath in the future, but a normal person with normal behavior and will."

"Maybe you can talk."

Pitch-black eyes flickered slightly, and Jiang Wujian asked, "What about Lao Zhang?" ”

"Do you want to see Lao Zhang?"

“……”

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult, because of the arson, he is now in solitary custody, and outsiders can't see it."

Seeing that Jiang Wujian fell silent again, Zhang Qiliang's brows began to wrinkle together.

Was he in too much of a hurry? Or did he use the wrong method, although Jiang Wuji believed that he was sick, but it caused him to have irreparable symptoms.

Just when Zhang Qiliang was still thinking about what to do, Jiang Wujian raised his eyes and said, "Then let's meet Xiaopang." ”

"Okay, I'll arrange it!"

……

In the afternoon, Jiang Wuji, accompanied by his aunt, Qin Wenguang and the two nurses in the hospital, came to another hospital in the same city.

This is not a psychiatric hospital, but a well-known regular tertiary hospital.

Chubby's skin grafting surgery can't be done in Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital, so it has to be sent here for processing.

This hospital made Jiang Wuxi feel crowded and noisy.

When I came, there was a lot of traffic jam on the road, and there were many people after entering the hospital.

There is a lot of traffic, and there are a lot of people.

There are people who rush with a list of looks, there are people who help their family and friends to be discharged from the hospital happily, there are people who are anxious to borrow money on the phone, and there are people who quarrel without knowing why.

In some inconspicuous corners, there are also people with bloodless faces and moist eyes.

A cacophony of sounds, mingling with the smell of potions, hung over the hospital and lingered.

……

"How dare you come!"

"Do you know how badly you have hurt my little Jie!!

Crisp slaps rang out in the clean and tidy corridors.

A woman with a wrinkled face came up and slapped Dr. Zhang.

Zhang Qiliang also didn't expect that after so much time, Xiaopang's mother was still so excited, and he was caught off guard by this slap.

The father who realized it later hurriedly stopped his wife, who wanted to continue to be angry, although he didn't make a move, he didn't give Zhang Qiliang any good looks.

"What are you doing here, no matter whether my son's illness is better or not, it is impossible to go back to your hospital." Said the man with a sallow complexion and wrinkled eyes.

Zhang Qiliang rubbed his slightly reddened right cheek, smiled and said, "I know, I can understand, I came here today because Xiaojie's friend wanted to come and see him." ”

Zhang Qiliang retreated to the side, revealing Jiang Wujian behind him.

But the man didn't even look at Jiang Wuji, and said directly: "Xiaojie's friend? He can have friends in your place, too? What friends can he make in your place! ”

Perhaps because his son was also mentally ill, he only said half of his words, swallowing the harshest part back into his stomach.

"Nope! Don't bother him anymore! ”

"If it weren't for him, your son would be ...... It was he who informed the nurse so that we could get your child out in time. Zhang Qiliang said.

Although he knew that Zhang Qiliang said this to help himself, these words still made Jiang Wujian realize some problems.

Could it be that the chubby parents don't know the truth of the matter?

They haven't even looked at the surveillance...... There is this possibility, after all, at critical times, for some people, monitoring is often "bad".

Hearing Zhang Qiliang's words, the man began to look at Jiang Wuji.

"Are you really Xiaojie's friend?"

Jiang Wujian nodded and said, "Yes, I learned that he was cured of his illness and would not return to the hospital in the future, so I thought about coming to see him." ”

In fact, Jiang Wuji's purpose for coming here was that he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

What if those bugs are real?

Doesn't that prove that the red hijab is also real......

How sad...... It turned out that I still didn't want to believe that I was sick.