The prince of heaven only wants salted fish

Jicheng turned around and walked away. Yu Yiyi followed the boss closely. Hu Zhang hesitated and looked at Chi Xiaohe who was guarding the door of the single room.

After a while, Chi Xiaohe quietly closed the door of the single room and walked out.

Upon seeing this, Hu Zhang quickly followed.

After Jicheng returned to Ward 203, he went straight to his room to sleep. Without the sound of Mu Yue slamming pens and yelling at people, he was able to fall asleep - but in the middle of the night, there was a faint burst of crying in his ears. sound. Jicheng was a little impatient after hearing this, so he pulled the quilt over his ears and slept until dawn.

It was already past the time for Yan'an Nursing Home to wake up patients. Jicheng stretched after getting up, changed into a hospital gown, and then left the room to wash up.

Hu Zhang was sitting at the door of his small single room. When he saw Jicheng getting up and coming out, he stood up quickly: "Yu Ji, you're awake."

Looking at the visible dark circles on Hu Zhang's face, Jicheng couldn't help but wonder: "Why, the neighbor's mouth was not blocked by me last night?"

Hu Zhang: "..."

He pointed to the other side with a tired expression - that is the direction of 203-1 and 203-2: "Didn't you hear Sister Chi cry last night?"

His Highness the Prince said matter-of-factly: "I heard it, but it doesn't affect my sleep."

The location of 203-4 is far away from 203-1 where Chi Xiaohe lives, and Jicheng deliberately blinded his hearing last night, so it really wasn't affected too much.

Hu Zhang had a resentful expression: "I really envy you."

"So, what's wrong with Sister Xiaohe?" Jicheng asked as he walked towards the bathroom.

When he bravely broke into ward 202 last night, he noticed something strange about Chi Xiaohe - whether he rushed out of the ward before him, or guarded the door of the single room like a guardian, these actions were controlled by Chi Xiaohe Once it's made, it's full of an unusual flavor. But at that time, Jicheng was preoccupied with trying to deal with Mu Yue, the noise-making machine, and he was feeling sleepy later on, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Speaking of which, Chi Xiaohe is in his thirties and close to forty, so it is normal whether he is getting married or having children. The boy in Ward 202 next door looks like he is in junior high school. Could he be Chi Xiaohe's son?

"Ah?" Hu Zhang couldn't help but be startled when he heard Jicheng's question.

So Jicheng patiently repeated it again.

Hu Zhang oh-ohed twice before finally reacting: "I heard it intermittently last night too."

His face was full of regret: "I have been a patient with Sister Chi for so long, and this is the first time I know that her son died five years ago."

Jicheng paused as he picked up the water from the mouthwash cup.

But soon Jicheng continued his actions, and Hu Zhang continued: "That's it..."

Hu Zhang's account is a bit fragmented, but it is probably quite coherent when combined - Chi Xiaohe was admitted to the hospital more than four years ago and was diagnosed with severe depression. The person who sent her here was Chi Xiaohe's husband. , but like most relatives of patients, this man has never been seen again after sending Chi Xiaohe here. Judging from the fact that Chi Xiaohe has not been thrown into the sixth floor ward by the nursing home, her treatment fee should be repaid. Not used up.

When she first arrived, Chi Xiaohe seemed like a completely crazy woman. She spoke and acted in a disorganized manner, but she did not seek death or survival. After she was taken to the treatment room on the sixth floor for an electric shock treatment, She started her own suicide performance art award - one every two or three days, but never succeeded.

Hu Zhang and Yu Yiyi came to be roommates with Chi Xiaohe later. In those years, Yan'an Sanatorium was very popular. Hu Zhang's family also had no way to deal with his phobia of wheels. After seeing the advertisement on the Internet, he handed over the contract. A large amount of money was spent to send him in, and the patient wards in the sanatorium were moved around, until the current situation was achieved. And because Chi Xiaohe was usually taciturn, Hu Zhang really didn't know what was going on before she came in.

It wasn't until everyone went back to the room to sleep last night that Chi Xiaohe's mood suddenly collapsed. Hu Zhang pieced together this information from her intermittent words: Chi Xiaohe's son was eleven years old five years ago and was still in elementary school. , while fighting with classmates during class, the guardrail was in disrepair and he accidentally fell from a building and died on the spot.

Because the accident happened at school, the school and the classmate's parents each paid them a large amount of money in the end. However, Chi Xiaohe seemed to be in a corner. His job, which was originally on the rise, could not continue, and his life was almost in a mess. Within a year, she was sent here by her husband.

The little boy who lives in ward 202 next door is not related to Chi Xiaohe. I don’t know his name. I only heard that he is autistic. If you look at his age seriously, he is about the same age as Chi Xiaohe’s son. She is the same age, so she probably showed that strange nervousness last night - carefully recall that when Chi Xiaohe rushed out, it was Mu Yue who shouted "What's the matter with you?"

Although Mu Yue was actually yelling at the person on the phone.

After listening to Hu Zhang's story about Chi Xiaohe's love and hatred, Jicheng had almost finished washing up. He wrung out the towel and asked again, "How is Mu Yue?"

There were basically no doctors or nursing unions on duty in the inpatient building in the middle of the night, and the doors to other wards were locked. As long as the autistic child in Ward 202 didn't take action, no one would be able to save Mu Yue from his socks and clothes. ——But now it’s past the time for the nurse to patrol the room. It stands to reason that he should be discovered by someone, right?

Hu Zhang snorted: "You know I don't dare to go out..."

Normally, Yu Yiyi would inquire and pass on this kind of news, but last night when Chi Xiaohe cried, she ran to comfort him all night, and now she is still sleeping with Chi Xiaohe. They are all women's rooms, and Hu Zhang is not here either. Feel free to go in and call.

Jicheng Oh said: "Then you challenge yourself?"

Hu Zhang: "..."

He stammered: "If I can't do it, you, you won't do it, right?"

Obviously His Highness the Crown Prince's simple and crude way of dealing with things has left an indelible impression on him.

Ji Cheng tilted his head: "Maybe?"

Hu Zhang was instantly shocked.

Jicheng finally burst out laughing, hung up the towel, turned around and walked straight outside.

It was now past the regular breakfast serving time, but this rule had no effect on a hospital boss like Jicheng. He went downstairs and successfully found a nurse who packed the buns and milk for the entire ward, and walked upstairs slowly. Go.

When he passed Ward 202, he opened the door and looked inside. The mess in the living room from last night had been cleaned up, and Mu Yue was not in the living room either - someone must have loosened his bonds.

Remembering that Hu Zhang just mentioned that the child in Ward 202 was autistic, His Royal Highness went to the door of 202-1 with rare concern and looked inside.

I didn't pay much attention when I wasn't clear about it before. Now that I think about it, I realize that this child doesn't go downstairs very often. He goes out as few times as Hu Zhang, and the number of times he interacts with people is zero.

Coupled with his figure that is clearly inconsistent with his sixteen-year-old age, it is estimated that this child has never had a good meal.

Ji Cheng walked to the door of 202-1. The unlocked door was ajar, and he could roughly see a figure inside. Out of courtesy, Ji Cheng knocked on the door first, and then walked in.

2021 The child was indeed inside. He was sitting on the bed with his knees bent, a piece of draft paper resting on his knees, and he was busy writing something.

Jicheng looked inside the room and saw a lot of scratch paper filled with numbers.

The child didn't even raise his head when he heard Jicheng's voice coming in. Jicheng had no experience in dealing with autism. He was about to use the most normal way to directly ask the other person if he had eaten breakfast, when he first heard the child's stomach growling. got up.

Okay, now there's no need to even ask.

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Jicheng took out a steamed bun from the bag in his hand and left a carton of milk. He simply reminded the 2021 child and left the room.

He was about to leave Ward 202 when the bathroom door opened with a click, and Mu Yue, whose hair had not been completely dried, walked out.

When Mu Yue saw Jicheng holding steamed buns and milk in his hand, he immediately became furious: "It's you!!"

When they met on a narrow road, His Highness the Crown Prince was not panicked at all. His tone was innocent: "What's wrong with me?"

Mu Yue: "?"

Need to ask? ?

The strong anger made Mu Yue have the urge to greet people with his fists on the spot. However, he took a few steps forward angrily, and just when he was about to take action, he suddenly looked into Ji Cheng's eyes - a pair of pure black eyes that were still cold. Smiling eyes.

Somehow, as if someone had suddenly poured a basin of cold water on him, Mu Yue's restless emotions were instantly suppressed.

He stammered, but still tried hard to sound impressive: "You, don't forget our bet!"

Ji Cheng raised his eyebrows.

Mu Yue said: "We agreed last night that we would compete in painting! I have already told the dean! Let's compete this afternoon, how about it?!"

"Of course it's no problem," Jicheng's voice was slow and he meant it, "As long as you can ensure fairness."

"Of course!" Mu Yue said proudly, "I am a painter! Even if I win, I will definitely win in an upright manner, and I will definitely not use any conspiracy!"

Jicheng shrugged, noncommittal.

Seeing that Jicheng didn't say anything, Mu Yue became more and more confident at the moment: "Then it's settled. This afternoon, you come to 202, and the two of us will complete the work within the specified time. There will be no signature on the painting, and we will take it out for everyone here to see." People vote, and the entire voting process is anonymous. I have asked the dean to make the ballot box and ticket card. Remember to come on time!"

Ji Cheng raised his eyebrows again: "Okay."

——

In the afternoon of that day, the first and probably only Painting Cup of Yanan Sanatorium was in full swing, with two contestants: Jicheng and Mu Yue.

It was rare that the patients did not have to undergo some strange treatments. They were pulled neatly to the ventilation area of ​​the sanatorium and sat in rows. Doctors and caregivers were interspersed among them, responsible for maintaining order in the queue.

The director of the nursing home sat on the makeshift platform with a smile on his face——

Firstly, he is used to maintaining this "affable" image on important occasions, and secondly, because he is really happy! !

For more than a month, he has been tortured by Yu Ji, a bastard. He has to meet Yu Ji's demands one by one like a grandfather taking care of his grandson. Does this deserve his title of "Black-hearted Dean"? !

And now, this painting cup finally gave him a little chance to regain his face!

He, Mei Youde, the director of Yan'an Nursing Home, will definitely let Mu Yue win this game!

The dean's wishful thinking was very clear: he had coaxed Mu Yue for so many years, and he had a good understanding of Mu Yue's usual creative style - it can be said that most people drawing with their feet are not that ugly.

So what if the painting is unsigned? When the two works are brought out, it won’t be easy to distinguish them accurately!

Mei Youde thought so, and was about to tell the staff of the nursing home and some of the more obedient patients to vote for the uglier one when the time comes——

At this time, Ji Cheng and Mu Yue walked out of the inpatient building, and Yu Yiyi was jumping in front of them holding two paintings.

When they reached the temporary high platform, the two paintings were clamped on the drawing board on the left and right.

Ji Cheng said casually: "Everyone can start voting."

Mei Youde: "..."

Damn, why didn't anyone tell him that Yu Ji's painting skills would be as bad as Mu Yue's?