Soon, Song Guangrong drove Song Wanting out of the house and went straight to the Qingshan Mental Hospital in the suburbs.
At this moment, in Qingshan Mental Hospital, the nurse had just fed Wu Qi, who was going crazy, a full meal.
After feeding him, wiping his mouth, rinsing his mouth, and washing his stomach, Wu Qi finally regained consciousness. He was lying on the hospital bed with his hands and feet bound, with a look of despair on his face.
Several nurses resisted their nausea and carried the filth washed out of his stomach from the inner room of the special care ward to the family rest room outside.
Wu Qi's father Wu Donghai and his brother Wu Xin were sitting on the sofa with expressionless faces.
After the nurse came out, she said to the two of them respectfully: "Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu, the patient has regained consciousness."
Wu Donghai asked coldly: "Have you finished gastric washing?"
The nurse nodded and whispered: "It's already washed!"
"Hmm." Wu Donghai asked again: "Has the food you fed this time been disinfected?"
The nurse hurriedly said: "It has been sterilized. We put it in a pressure cooker for high temperature and high pressure sterilization. Although the smell cannot be eliminated, we can be sure that there are no bacteria or viruses inside..."
Now, Wu Qi's iron rule of having "extra meals" every hour remains unchanged.
Wu Donghai didn't dare to stop him. After all, if he was slow for a minute, he would be dead. He was really afraid that something might happen to his son suddenly.
So, he discussed with his own medical experts and came up with a temporary solution, which was to put the "extra meals" for Wu Qi in a pressure cooker for half an hour in advance, so that at least there would be no
Getting sick from "adding meals".
This is the only buffer they can achieve at this stage.
Wu Donghai glanced at several nurses, waved his hands dejectedly, and said, "Okay, you go out, remember to prepare your next meal in advance."
The nurse nodded and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Wu, tonight's eight meals have been prepared in advance. Each meal will be sterilized in advance with high pressure and high temperature, and then placed at room temperature to prepare for the patient."
Wu Donghai suddenly felt a strong nausea, waved his hand and said: "Okay, let's go out."
After a few nurses left, Wu Xin whispered to Wu Donghai: "Dad, it's not a problem to always be like this! I eat shit every hour. If word gets out, will our Wu family lose face?"
"
Wu Donghai asked back: "What should I do? You can't watch your brother die, right?"
Wu Xin said hurriedly: "That's not what I mean. What I want to say is, how about we take Xiaoqi back to Suzhou and Hangzhou first? Staying here is not an option. We can go back to our own home and use our own doctors and nurses."
I feel more at ease than them, and I keep my mouth shut."
Wu Donghai said: "It's okay to let your brother go back, but we can't leave yet."
"Why?" Wu Xin asked in surprise: "What else can we do if we stay here?"
Wu Donghai said: "I suspect that your brother suddenly has this problem. It is no accident. There must be some clues behind it that we haven't found yet. So I plan to stay in Jinling for a while to get to the bottom of it. You stay with me."
Together."
When Wu Xin heard this, he nodded and said, "Okay dad, I'll stay with you."
Wu Donghai hummed and said, "In that case, let our doctor go back with your brother first tomorrow morning."
After saying that, he stood up and said, "Let's go in and see your brother."
The father and son got up and pushed open the door to the ward inside. A disgusting stench hit their faces inside the door.
Although the windows are open and the exhaust is turned on, the smell really lingers for a while.