Tianqing First People's Hospital, inpatient building.
"I'm recovering well and can be discharged from the hospital," the head nurse said with a smile.
Su Xiaorui: "Thank you for your hard work."
The head nurse smiled, but seemed hesitant to speak.
Sensing the change in the head nurse, Su Xiaorui asked, "What's wrong? Is there any other problem?"
"No, no, just some words..." The head nurse sighed.
Su Xiaorui pushed the hair from her forehead behind her ears, "Just tell me, it's okay."
The head nurse sighed: "Dedicated person to dedicated task, no matter what the disease is, delay is always bad. Miss Su, can you understand what I mean?"
Su Xiaorui's towering chest rose and fell slightly, how could she not understand.
After what happened yesterday, everyone on the entire floor now knows that Wuji is mentally ill.
Su Xiaorui smiled and did not answer the head nurse's question, but said: "Please help us with the discharge procedures. Since everything is fine, we will leave in the afternoon."
The head nurse nodded: "Okay."
…
In the ward.
The sunlight shined through the curtains on Jiang Wuji's face, outlining his facial features.
Leaning on the head of the bed, Jiang Wuji repeatedly recalled everything that happened in his dream.
Qingyu Village, Jiang Zhiyu, plague, small courtyard, Gouwa, Gong Shan, village chief, flower bridge, coffin.
Female corpse...
All this is vivid in my mind, and my feelings for Jiang Zhiyu are extremely real.
Now, Jiang Wuji is even worried.
If something happens to him, what will Xiaoyu do? Will he be retaliated by Gouwa, will he be used as a sacrifice...
"It's not a dream, it definitely isn't."
"The red hijab, the blood-coagulating pill, these can prove that it is not a dream."
"But no one will believe me unless I can provide stronger evidence."
"Otherwise, I will become an out-and-out psychopath in their eyes!"
At this moment, Jiang Wuji suddenly saw a bright red corner peeking out from under the white pillow.
Opening the pillow, the red hijab and the white sheets formed a huge contrast.
Just as his aunt came in, Jiang Wuji picked up the red hijab and asked, "Auntie, didn't you say you should leave this at home?"
The aunt took three steps at a time, pressed Jiang Wuji's hand holding the red hijab into the quilt, and said, "Don't take this thing out and wander around!"
"What's wrong? Why can't the red hijab be taken out?" Jiang Wuji was puzzled.
The aunt rolled her big eyes and said: "This is a hospital, a place where birth, old age, illness and death occur. How can your festive red hijab appear here? It's taboo! Do you understand?"
Jiang Wuji said suspiciously: "Is there such a thing? Is it so superstitious..."
"This is not superstition. Anyway, just don't bring it out."
"You haven't told me yet. Didn't you say you should leave it at home?"
The aunt sat down and said, "Yesterday afternoon you suddenly asked me for that thing, so I went home and brought it to you."
Hearing this, Jiang Wuji couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.
According to the time mentioned by my aunt, it happened to be the time when I asked Xiaoyu for a red hijab.
Could it be that when I am on the other side, there will be corresponding projections here?
Jiang Wuji asked: "What then?"
The aunt shrugged and said, "No more, you went to bed after getting the things."
"..."
"Then did I talk in my sleep or do some strange behavior?" Jiang Wuji asked.
Auntie: "I didn't do anything strange at all. I just talked in my sleep."
"What did you say?"
"It's vague, it seems to be talking about a small fish, what... village chief? Is this your dream?"
Jiang Wuji did not answer.
My aunt blinked and asked, "You are both a village chief and a fish, so what? Are you dreaming of pastoral life? Do you want aunt to take you back to the countryside to relax for a few days?"
Haha, pastoral life...Jiang Wuji found it ironic for no reason.
Seeing that Jiang Wuji didn't answer, the aunt changed the topic.
"Your fever has gone away. Once the procedures are completed, we will leave the hospital in the afternoon."
"Doctor Zhang has prescribed some medicine for me and will come for a home visit in two days. Don't worry, Dr. Zhang said it's not a big problem. Don't think too much and try to stay in a good mood."
Jiang Wuji: "Feeling happy? All my favorite websites have been blocked..."
My aunt stretched out her hand and said, "Can you say this in front of me?"
"..."
…
After arriving home, Jiang Wuji went back to his room to sleep.
He is very tired now, both physically and mentally.
The new medicine prescribed by Dr. Zhang may have a sedative effect, making you feel tired and sleepy.
As for the red hijab, it was left in the hospital's trash can.
Since this thing is not clean, there is no need to bring it with you. Maybe if you just throw it away, you will not enter that weird world again.
Before he could make others believe in him, Jiang Wuji could only find a way to save himself.
This is the basic quality of a senior psychiatrist.
I slept very soundly this time, and when I woke up again, it was already 12 o'clock in the evening.
If he hadn't been woken up by urination, Jiang Wuji felt that he could still sleep.
The room was dark, Jiang Wuji reached out and pressed the switch on the bedside.
"Crack."
The light is not on.
"Is there a power outage?" Jiang Wuji frowned slightly, took out his cell phone from under the pillow, and turned on the flash.
There was a power outage, there was no light at all in the room, and the power light on the power strip went out.
But it’s okay if I didn’t dream. It seems that throwing away the red hijab is the right choice.
Jiang Wuji muttered in his heart, and then came to the living room by the light of his mobile phone.
Just when he was about to return to the room after draining the water, he suddenly heard crying in his aunt's room.
Although it was very light, it was still easy to hear in this dead night.
Auntie is crying? It must be because of me...
Jiang Wuji felt a little guilty. His aunt must be worried about his performance in the past two days.
After thinking about it, Jiang Wuji came to the door of his aunt's room.
"Auntie, stop crying, I'm fine."
"..."
The aunt didn't respond, but her sobbing became heavier.
"Auntie, I'm really fine. I promise you, I will do whatever you ask me to do from now on."
"Stop crying. Crying too much will hurt your skin and your Estee Lauder will be in vain."
"..."
"Aunt?"
"Aunt?"
No matter what Jiang Wuji said, the aunt didn't respond.
On the contrary, what started as intermittent sobbing turned into a bit of hysteria.
Jiang Wuji sighed, he knew his aunt's temper, and if he couldn't coax her well, he couldn't coax her well.
A man in his twenties is as stubborn as a bull.
Just when Jiang Wuji was about to pour a glass of water for his aunt, the door suddenly opened a gap.
The door is unlocked?
Pushing open the door and entering, Jiang Wuji saw his aunt by the light of his mobile phone.
At this time, my aunt was wearing thin pajamas, sitting in front of the dressing table, covering her face and crying.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Auntie, stop crying." Jiang Wuji walked over, wanting to comfort his aunt.
And just then!
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound, and the mirror on the dressing table cracked for no reason!
At the same time, Jiang Wuji saw something fall from the dressing table to under the table.
Jiang Wuji leaned over to look for it, only to see the red hijab under the table!
My whole body is cold and my scalp is numb!
Didn't I leave this thing at the hospital?
How would it appear here?
Could it be that my aunt brought it back?
At this moment, Jiang Wuji was shocked to find that his aunt's feet were actually wearing a pair of bright red embroidered shoes!
These embroidered shoes are specially made for three-inch golden lotus feet, and my aunt’s instep was broken!
Fear spread, and Jiang Wuji kept bending down, not daring to breathe or move!
But at this time, my aunt stood up and faced herself.
The three-inch golden lotus, as red as blood, slowly floated over.
