Strong Little Hei curled his lips and sounded very disdainful.
"Even if I was beaten to death and purified to death today, I still don't believe that your boss can worry about you!"
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"Oh, I wonder how Xiao Hei is doing."
Wang Jin casually wiped the blood on his clothes, and then sighed.
"Unlike us, he will be fine."
Li Hui took the key from Wang Jin's hand, then took out a bottle of spray and sprayed it on the young man's open wound.
I don’t know what the ingredients of the spray are, but the wounds magically come together.
"This is called Yunnan Baiyao Gai. It is specially supplied by the Suppression Department. It can be used for emergency treatment of open wounds, but it is useless for the injury on your leg."
As if sensing Wang Jin's doubtful gaze, Li Hui opened her mouth to explain.
"Well, the wounds on his internal organs haven't been treated yet..."
Wang Jin smiled awkwardly.
"Innards are fine too."
Li Hui blinked, as if she felt that she had finally won the game, and was smiling happily.
"This is good stuff."
Wu Wen, who was watching from the side, seemed very excited.
"It would be nice to have this when we go to war."
"Ha ha."
Wang Jin smiled and shook his head, then turned his gaze back to the young man.
"Zheng Xiaoran?"
Wang Jin lowered his head and looked at the case card posted on the man's bed, and then asked.
"Um."
Zheng Xiaoran nodded slightly.
"Thank you. I will remember you."
Wang Jin patted his shoulder and then untied his restraints.
"You will die in another hour at most. Cherish your last time."
Ignoring Zheng Xiaoran who was struggling to get up, Wang Jin led the other two people out of the room.
"Careful...Four!"
Zheng Xiaoran's vague voice came over. Wang Jin didn't look at him, but nodded.
"Thanks."
Without any further hesitation, Wang Jin turned around and left Ward 3 with the key he took out from Zheng Xiaoran's stomach.
"What disease is in the next ward?"
Wang Jin touched his chin and walked forward slowly.
The second ward is for post-traumatic stress disorder, and the third is for bipolar disorder. These are all mental illnesses.
"The first ward seems to represent...stress?"
Wang Jin thought hard and he could probably guess the conditions of the wards on the first floor.
Ward No. 1 represents pressure, all kinds of suffocating pressure, which may come from your life, study, or even social and intimate relationships.
If they can't find a way to vent, they will continue to erode people's living space until they finally die in front of the pressure.
The second and third wards represent mental disorders caused by stress, and the same is probably true for the remaining two wards.
With this conclusion, Wang Jin also had the confidence to explore the two wards.
Although it is not possible to prescribe the right medicine to kill 100% of the patients inside, there is always no problem in escaping.
Walking through the winding "S"-shaped corridor, Wang Jin came to the door of Ward No. 4.
What surprised Wang Jin was that this ward was not dark like other wards, but was lit with warm yellow lights.
Looking through the metal fence, Wang Jin saw a woman wearing a white hospital gown.
Elegant, intellectual, mature.
This was Wang Jin's first impression of her.
This woman was sitting on the hospital bed, flipping through a book.
"Can you read? That means you can communicate."
Wang Jin muttered, then reached out and knocked on the door.
"May I come in?"
Wang Jin asked politely.
"Ah, of course."
The woman raised her head and looked at the three faces outside the door through the fence.
"But the door can't be opened from the inside, so you still need to use the key."
The woman smiled politely.
"Click."
Wang Jin nodded, then opened the door with the key and walked in slowly.
The room in Ward No. 4 is not dirty at all, and can even be said to be very warmly decorated.
There was no smell of disinfectant in the room, instead there was a faint smell of tangerine peel, which made Wang Jin's battered sense of smell feel slightly better.
The only light source is a small desk lamp placed on the bedside table, which is very cute.
There is a small vase on the bedside table. Inside the vase are several bouquets of artificial flowers made of plastic. The production technique looks very childish at first glance.
There were several books placed next to the vase. Wang Jin looked at them and then let out a light sigh.
The styles of these books are very different, ranging from heavy materials all in foreign languages to phonetic versions of children's stories with illustrations, and even professional knowledge such as machine tool maintenance.
"You live by yourself?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows, then opened his mouth and asked.
"That's right."
The woman smiled softly.
"My name is Xia Wu."
"My name is Wang Jin, she is Li Hui, and this is Wu Wen."
Wang Jin stretched out his hand and shook Xia Wu's hand.
"You have a wide range of interests?"
Wang Jin pointed to the books on the table and asked.
"Thank you for the compliment, what can I do for you?"
Xia Wu asked politely.
"Ah, it's like this. We are looking for a metal key, it looks like this."
Wang Jin showed Xia Wu the key in his hand.
"Sorry, I don't know very well. My legs and feet are not very good. My husband helps to clean up the clutter in the house."
Xia Wu pointed to her legs hidden under the quilt, and then turned her attention to the wheelchair on the other side of the bed.
"But you didn't mean..."
"Shh."
Wang Jin reached out to stop Li Hui and hissed softly.
"What's your husband's surname?"
Wang Jin didn't show up, sitting on the edge of the bed, as if chatting with Xia Wu.
Xia Wu has a very easy-going personality and doesn't care at all about the dirty Wang Jin sitting on her bed.
"His surname is Shang, and his name is Shang Wu."
Mentioning her husband, the woman showed a happy smile on her face.
"He went to work and will be back in a while."
"He's a mechanic?"
Wang Jin pointed to the mechanical books on the bedside.
"Yes, you are so smart."
Xia Wu smiled and looked at Wang Jin with soft eyes, as if she were looking at her own child.
"As smart as Xiaowan."
"Is that your child?"
Wang Jin looked at Xia Wu, whose face was full of happiness, an expression that only mothers would see when they think of their children.
"Yes, Xiaowan is so smart. She can make small inventions by herself just after graduating from elementary school."
Xia Wu picked up the lamp on the bedside table and showed it to Wang Jin.
"Look, this is a small table lamp that Xiaowan and her father made together."
"There are also flowers in the vase. These flowers were made by Xiaowan alone on Mother's Day. They are gifts to me."
"There is also this book. Xiaowan always asked me to read it to her when she was a child. She likes it the most."
Xia Wu kept looking at her treasures and kept showing Wang Jin the things on the bedside table.
"That's it. I really envy you."
Wang Jin looked at Xia Wu's smile and suddenly thought of his mother for some reason.