There is a Fourth People's Hospital in the suburbs of S city.
The high wall will cover a wide area and the hospital will be tightly enclosed and surrounded by reinforced concrete. People can enter from the outside and cannot get out from the inside.
Very few patients who are sent to this hospital can be taken out, and most of the patients will stay there for the rest of their lives until they die.
Because of this, it is a psychiatric sanatorium. It is surrounded by walls and is higher than the walls of a prison. It has security facilities to prevent patients from escaping and is comparable to a prison.
Any mentally ill person who is sent here has no chance of escaping unless his family is willing to take him back.
This special hospital has existed in S city for many, many years, and countless patients have been sent in and finally taken out again. They go in and out again, throughout their lives.
An Zhisu has lived there for five years and has been numb to scenes like this. However, she always knew that she would be able to get out. Sooner or later, it was a matter of time.
Perhaps, God loves An Zhisu and she stayed there for five years. She did not cry or fuss for five years and cooperated with injections and medicine. Finally, five years later, today, she was told that her spirit had recovered and she could leave.
Winter is the afternoon, the warm sun is shining, the golden sunshine is gentle, shining on An Zhisu's thin back, and she is standing in front of the heavy iron gate of the hospital, waiting for her freedom after being imprisoned for five years, and the iron gate slowly opens.
Dang...dang...
The iron door's pulleys rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound, like a summer thunder that cut through the tranquility of the afternoon.
She walked out of the door wearing a pair of canvas shoes. She looked up at her slender ankles and her straight legs were wrapped in a pair of washed white jeans.
The jeans are of a somewhat old-fashioned style. The right leg from the knee to the pocket is embroidered with a row of gorgeous embroidery. The embroidery is probably purely handmade and is exquisite. This is the most valuable thing about these pants.
Looking further up, An Zhisu's waist was covered by a simple white sweater, and her face was as pure as a trace of blood.
The biting north wind passed through her body, which was as weak as bones. Her hair was messy in the wind, and she was exquisite. Her facial features were hidden between the hair, and her pale little face, still sickly, could be vaguely seen, showing indifference.
Cold and glamorous is the expression.
Toot!
Outside the hospital gate, only ten meters away from An Zhisu, there was a white car parked. The owner seemed to be leaning on the door. When he got impatient, he reached out and pressed twice on the steering wheel.
An Zhisu stepped on the other person impatiently and walked over with a little lightness in the sound of the trumpet. He was only ten meters away and arrived in the blink of an eye. An Zhisu stretched out his arms and gave the person a firm hug.
"The beautiful lady finally came out with me."
Song Jiaren frowned, her eyebrows were not very happy, and she pulled An Zhisu's back collar to distance herself: "Don't use the tone you used when you were just released from prison to talk to me."
An Zhisu nodded obediently and bowed: "I am a barrister, so I would like to thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to pick me up. I will never forget your great kindness, and I will have to wear a grass ring in my next life."
These words made Song Jiaren feel comfortable and she made a gesture: "You didn't have to wait for a long time with the lunatic to get infected, but you still have a clear brain and can tell who is the benefactor when you get on the bus."
An Zhisu got into the car as she was told, and as soon as she fastened her seat belt and started the car, Song Jiaren threw a yellow leather portfolio to her.
"Mobile phones, wallets, passports, ID cards, and driver's licenses are all ready for you." Song Jiaren, a lawyer who always works fast, had already helped An Zhisu get these documents before she came out.
"Did you bring the jade pendant I asked you to bring?" An Zhisu opened the file bag to see if there were any other things. The first thing she did was to look for the things that were most important to her.
"The jade pendant isn't there, it's in the drawer in front of you." Song Jiaren pointed at the car drawer in front of her with a free hand.
An Zhisu nodded and opened it, and took out a brocade box from it. When he opened the brocade box, there was a round jade pendant lying inside. The simplest form is a jade ring, which doesn't look valuable, but for An Zhisu now, there is this.
The most precious thing to her is her stuff.
An Zhisu put the jade pendant in her hand, holding it tightly, looking out the car window at the scenery that was constantly regressing. After a long time, she finally made up her mind, and a voice sounded like it came from the distant sky: "The beauty will send me to the prosperous age.