Lu Li gave up questioning the living tree and asking what happened last night.
Is it the lullaby that makes it lose control or something? If the former, the living tree may remember what happened yesterday and attack itself again——
"What time is it now?"
"The sun has been rising for dozens of minutes," said the living tree, which had been basking in the sun for a long time.
In Lu Li's eyes, the thick fog outside the window was just like yesterday.
Lu Li lifted up the quilt and sat up, put on his windbreaker, and prepared to leave the dangerous ward.
The living tree on the hospital bed lazily bathed in the "mist" seeping in from the window, ignoring Lu Li's departure, as if nothing had happened.
But just as Lu Li avoided the living tree and walked past the hospital bed covered by the curtain, an arm that looked like it had been severely burned jumped out from behind the curtain and grabbed his arm. At this moment, Lu Li caught a glimpse of the scene behind the curtain——
It was a deformed existence that looked like a melting wax figure. The deformation and melting facial features seemed to be an absurd parody of human beings. Then, like something entangled in a tongue, a terrifying force pulled him toward the curtain.
When he was almost replaying what happened last night, a harsh scream suddenly came from behind. Lu Li felt it was harsh, but the distorted facial features of the molten wax statue moved painfully, and he was forced to let go of Lu Li.
Lu Li took the opportunity to break free and quickly retreated to the door.
Although the living tree saved him, this scene was more like two prey fighting for food.
The living tree returned to silence, the curtain gradually subsided, and only the dirty finger marks on the shirt silently explained what had just happened.
"The evil ones don't like to scream," said the living tree.
Lu Li opened the door to the ward. The corridor was empty and quiet. The commotion just now did not attract the nurse.
"What about you?" Lu Li at the door turned around and stood outside the corridor to test: "Is there anything you don't like, little Linna?"
"I don't like..."
The living tree fell into thinking. Gradually, the faces in the ravines became peaceful as they were bathed in sunlight, like an ancient tree.
Not getting an answer, Lu Li gently closed the door.
He saw the outline of the wheelchair again. It was still in the same position as yesterday, as if it had never moved.
Lu Li quickly walked to the door of Ward 205 where he had stopped yesterday. The door was closed tightly, blocking Lu Li's prying eyes.
The good news is that no nurse came out unexpectedly.
The door of Ward 206 was open, and Lu Li deliberately slowed down his pace in order to stay longer when passing by the door.
As he approached the ward, he heard heavy breathing through the mask. In less than two seconds, Lu Li saw: He was wearing a European medieval crow mask, like a plague doctor. But in fact, it was lying on the bed as a patient.
; A golden retriever, with no human or monster characteristics, just an ordinary golden retriever, as if this was a veterinary hospital; there is also a hospital bed that cannot be squeezed into, and a tall "humanoid" is lying on the bed as if leaning on a sofa.
"person" silhouette.
Before he could digest the information, Lu Li noticed that the door to Ward 207 in front of him was also open.
Compared with the previous ward, Ward 207 is relatively easy to accept - because there is only one patient "person": a festering figure sitting on a dirty bed with his legs hugged.
The other two hospital beds were a wet and empty bed, and the other had a stuffed doll leaning on the pillow. I didn't know if the patient was not in the room or if it was an empty bed.
Then Lu Li saw the puppet on the bed by the window turning its head, its eyeless face facing him.
Lu Li, who remained silent, walked quietly past.
The door of ward 208 was closed, allowing Lu Li to temporarily take a breather from his thoughts.
This madhouse reveals weirdness everywhere...including myself.
Appearing here for no reason, being diagnosed with delusional disorder and stuffed into a patient playing the role of a monster, his past was like a fog shrouded outside, he was killed for inexplicable reasons, and he woke up peacefully the next day.
What do you want to do?
Should he receive treatment and recover, or should he flee from here?
Lu Li looked at the figure in a wheelchair a few wards away and thought, would it jump over him and rip out his throat when it got close?
Soon, Lu Li, who passed by wards 207 and 208, focused his attention on ward 209, which had the door open.
Slow down and observe only with your peripheral vision.
But the room No. 209 that Lu Li was prepared for was just an empty room - white tiles scattered with dirt and gravel.
Is the patient not in the ward, or is the sand and soil the patient?
Lu Li couldn't tell...if he was really delusional, it must have gotten worse now.
Next was Ward 210. Lu Li repeated his old trick and glanced at the room out of the corner of his eye.
The silhouette of the hospital bed by the window, draped in black robes as if to avoid the sun, seemed to notice Lu Li's prying eyes and waved in a friendly manner.
In the middle bed was a pale girl wearing a blood-stained white dress, with hateful and obscure bloodshot threads surging around her.
The hospital bed next to the wall was an old man...a normal old man. It was strange for a human being to appear in this hospital made up of monsters.
The observation ends here for the time being, because there is a wheelchair figure in front of me.
She was a relatively normal, but too thin, girl. She looked out the window and hummed a light song like a lullaby. Ward 211 next to the girl in the wheelchair was tightly closed, so she probably wasn't from there.
As if it was a prank, when Lu Li was about to walk towards her, the door to room 212 in front suddenly opened and the nurse walked out.
"what are you doing here?"
Compared to yesterday's questioning, today's questions were more interrogative.
"Come out and relax."
"Please go back."
"It's not lights out yet."
"Please go back." the nurse repeated.
"As a patient, your attitude may make me stressed." Lu Li didn't want to give up, but he didn't ask why the girl in the wheelchair could be outside: "Does the hospital prohibit patients from walking around?"
If that doesn't work, he can only observe the nurses' behavioral rules and avoid them——
Fortunately it's not that bad.
The nurse changed her tone, but it was still cold: "Your condition is not stable..."
"I'll pay attention."
"...Please be careful not to leave this floor and do not visit other patients."
The nurse relented, but said she would pay attention to Lu Li - which prevented him from telling the nurse about the attack.
After all, he is still alive, after all, he is delusional.
The best outcome is to be grounded due to "exacerbation of symptoms", and the worst outcome is to return to the third floor where "the symptoms fit".
The nurse who was looking at the human being left, and his eyes returned to the girl in the wheelchair - she was looking out the window, as if there was a beautiful scenery. She was humming a ballad, paying no attention to what was happening around her.
Looking at the two wards left at the end of the corridor, Lu Li temporarily ignored the girl in the wheelchair and came to the closed door of Ward 212.
Only Ward 213 was left in front of him, a number that represented an unknown number... More importantly, this was the end of the corridor, and he had no excuse for coming here except for an accident.
Looking back at the corridor, the nurse who walked into a certain ward has not yet come out.
Lu Li took a deep breath and approached the last ward - he saw that the door of Ward 213 was closed.
Lu Li felt slightly relaxed, as if he was getting rid of some pressure, and returned to the girl in the wheelchair.