Jiang Wuji didn't cry, didn't make a fuss, and didn't yell.
He just sat on the bed in a daze, as if his soul had been taken away, his eyes were empty and his expression was numb.
"Dr. Zhang, what's wrong with Wuji..." the aunt with red and swollen eyes asked with worry on her face.
"Don't worry, he just can't accept the truth for a while, but when he realizes that he is sick, he can still choose such a quiet way to calm down his emotions, which is a good start." Standing next to my aunt.
Zhang Qiliang said.
"Thank you for your help this time, Miss Su." Although Qin Wenguang also had a smile on his face, it didn't have the intimacy that Zhang Qiliang gave people, and instead looked a bit sinister.
Su Xiaorui sighed: "I just want him to get better soon..."
Zhang Qiliang: "We understand, but don't be anxious and wait any longer."
…
Time passes little by little.
The sky darkened, and the stars under the night sky became more and more numerous and brighter as time went by. Finally, they gathered into a bright star river, spanning the sky and flowing to an unknown distance.
When the sun rises from the east again, all things that have been dormant for the night begin to revive as they are bathed in the warm sunshine.
In the ward, Jiang Wuji was as motionless as an old monk in meditation.
But during these times, he thought a lot.
From a mountain village in the beginning to Lecheng now.
From the village chief at the beginning to the county guard now.
From the first sacrifice to the current pandemic.
Jiang Zhiyu, Cao Li, Qiu Weiliang, Murong Wanfeng, Li Changfeng, Zhu Yao...
Breathing, cultivating immortals, offering sacrifices, seizing bodies, refining elixirs, asking for rice, making animals, driving corpses, Nuo opera, Buddhist bells...
A coffin, a sedan, and a female corpse with small feet.
Everything is shattering bit by bit like a dreamy bubble.
Jiang Wuji's eyelashes fluttered, and then he slowly turned his stiff neck, and looked out the window amidst the sound of bones rubbing and colliding, looking at the withering sycamore tree.
"So all this is false, it's all my imagination. I'm sick, I'm really sick."
"Next, I just need to stop lying and accept and cooperate with the treatment, and I will get better."
"When I get better, I can go back to my original life. Even if I still get criticized and ostracized, at least I can try to adapt, live a normal life, and integrate into normal society."
"I can't be kept here forever, undergoing all kinds of treatments and care, leaving my aunt to bear high costs."
"I understand, but why...I still feel sad..."
…
"Want to go for a walk?"
Zhang Qiliang's voice sounded in his ears, but Jiang Wuji ignored it.
It's not that he doesn't want to pay attention to it, but he doesn't have the energy. It's like he's obviously very hungry, but he's too lazy to eat. It feels pointless.
Zhang Qiliang adjusted his glasses frame and said, "I originally 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 see Xiaopang? He's the one who has done extensive skin grafting."
Jiang Wuji's eyes moved, and he said numbly, "Little Fatty..."
"Yes, Xiaopang, although he has not fully recovered, but if you want to see him, I can help you arrange it."
Jiang Wuji lowered his eyes slightly and said, "Why did I see him..."
"His illness has been cured. After this recovery, he can go home directly. From now on, he will no longer be a mental patient, but a normal person with normal behavior and will."
"Maybe you can have a chat."
The dark eyes flickered slightly, Jiang Wuji asked: "What about Lao Zhang?"
"You want to see Lao Zhang?"
"..."
"I'm afraid this is a bit difficult. Because of the arson, he is now under separate supervision and cannot be seen by outsiders."
Seeing Jiang Wuji fell silent again, Zhang Qiliang's brows began to knit together.
Was he too anxious? Or was he using the wrong method? Although Jiang Wuji believed that he was sick, it caused him to develop irreversible symptoms.
Just when Zhang Qiliang was still thinking about what to do, Jiang Wuji raised his eyes and said, "Then let's meet Xiaopang."
"Okay, I'll make the arrangements!"
…
In the afternoon, Jiang Wuji, accompanied by his aunt, went to another hospital in the same city with Qin Wenguang and two nursing staff from the hospital.
This is not a mental hospital, but a well-known regular third-level hospital.
Fatty's skin grafting surgery couldn't be done at Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital, so it had to be sent here.
This hospital made Jiang Wuji feel crowded and noisy.
There was a heavy traffic jam on the way here, and there were many people after entering the hospital.
Busy traffic and huge crowds of people.
There are people who are running around in a hurry with their orders, there are people who are happy to be discharged from the hospital supporting their family and friends, there are also people who are worried about borrowing money on the phone, and there are also people who are quarreling without knowing why.
In some inconspicuous corners, there are some people with bloodless faces and moist eyes.
The noisy sound mixed with the sound of whistles and the smell of medicine hung over the hospital and lingered for a long time.
…
"How dare you come!"
"Do you know how miserable you have done to me, Xiaojie!!!"
Crisp slaps sounded in the clean and tidy corridor.
A woman with wrinkles on her face came up and slapped Dr. Zhang.
Zhang Qiliang also didn't expect that Xiaopang's mother would still be so excited after so long, and this slap caught him off guard.
The belated father quickly stopped his wife who wanted to continue to get angry. Although he did not take action, he did not give Zhang Qiliang a good look.
"Why are you here? No matter whether my son's illness is cured or not, he will never return to your hospital." said the man with sallow complexion and wrinkled eyes.
Zhang Qiliang rubbed his slightly red right face and said with a smile: "I know, and I can understand it. The reason I came here today is because Xiaojie's friends want to come and see him."
But the man didn't even look at Jiang Wuji and said directly: "Xiaojie's friend? Can he have friends in your place? What kind of friends can he make in your place!"
Perhaps because his son also suffered from mental illness, he only spoke half of what he said and swallowed the harshest part.
"No! Don't bother him again!"
"If it hadn't been for him, your son would have... been the nurse he notified at that time, and we would have been able to rescue your child in time," Zhang Qiliang said.
Although he knew that Zhang Qiliang said this to help him, Jiang Wuji still realized some problems.
Don't the little fat parents know the truth of the matter?
Maybe they haven't even seen the surveillance... It's possible. After all, surveillance often goes "bad" for some people at critical times.
After hearing Zhang Qiliang's words, the man began to look at Jiang Wuji.
"Are you really Xiaojie's friend?"
Jiang Wuji nodded and said, "Yes, I learned that his illness has recovered and he will not return to the hospital in the future, so I wanted to come and see him."
In fact, the purpose of Jiang Wuji's coming here is that he still has a glimmer of hope in his heart.
What if those bugs are real?
Does that prove that the red hijab is also real...
How sad...it turns out that I still don't want to believe that I am sick.