Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

"Illness? What's wrong? You have to scream. "

Song Zhiran is more curious, what kind of disease can be so painful to scream.

"It seems that some people in our village are suffering from mental illness after being stimulated. There are several people in our village who are not in a good mood. They are all suffering from something serious at once. You can't bear the blow. You see how the people in your city are. They are crazy and can be treated by doctors. We don't have such treatment in the countryside. It's crazy, If the family doesn't care, they are all beggars in the village. Life is miserable. "

This aunt is also a lover. She seems to say a lot at a time, and she doesn't know what to say or what not to say. In fact, there is no one to speak. It's rare to meet a sober person and say that she can speak well. It's not because this kind of place is full of people who can't think, and they can't communicate at all.

"What? Psychosis? " Song Zhiran suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the situation. Why would he have a patient with mental problems in the ward next door? What department is this? Is it a private hospital where all people live together?

"Yes, what's the matter?" My aunt suddenly realized that the people in front of her were just in a temporary stable situation. After all, the people who lived here had more or less problems.

"What hospital is this?" Song Zhiran didn't pretend to be a fool. He directly asked about the situation. Maybe he had to make it clear before he could continue.

"Castle Peak Hospital!" My aunt answered truthfully.

"Castle Peak Hospital!" Song Zhiran is really going crazy. Qingshan hospital is a famous psychiatric hospital in the city. He never thought that he would wake up and have a * * seat in Qingshan hospital. You know, he always joked with his friends before mentioning Qingshan hospital, but he never thought that it was he who gave up treatment, and he was lying here, This makes song Zhiran crazy. Why he was sent here is something that makes song Zhiran feel puzzled. He had a car accident. Why is it a mental problem? Is it someone else crazy or himself really crazy? Is it because of the pain of losing his mother? Is such a blow too serious.

"Miss Song, what's the matter with you? What's the matter with you?" Seeing song Zhiran sitting there, her aunt was worried. She seemed to realize that she had said too much and that she had a tendency to do something wrong.

Looking at Song Zhiran motionless, and then also ignore their own words, so aunt pressed the button, this can only turn to the doctor and nurse.

Soon, the nurse came in.

"What happened to her?" The nurse asked flatly, as if she was impatient.

"I don't know. I heard that this is Castle Peak Hospital. I'm so stupid. I don't know what happened to her."

The aunt answered truthfully.

"It's normal. Some of our patients haven't spoken for many days. Just take care of her daily life. Don't worry about the rest."

The nurse felt that it was normal for her to be in a daze, so she explained and went out. She didn't want to make trouble for herself.

"Poor girl, I got this problem when I was young. I was fine just now. How could it be like this?" Aunt seems to be in Song Zhiran feel is so pity, as if to destroy a good future ah. Auntie shook her head and sighed. Then she looked at Song Zhiran's back and quietly walked out of the room. She was really afraid that the mental patients would attack. She didn't have to bear legal responsibility. Even if she was injured, it was a waste.

Song Zhiran sat quietly and said nothing. He just sat in front of the window and looked up at the sky. His eyes were filled with empty looks, as if he had nothing to rely on. The moment he dreamed of his mother, he felt relieved. At this moment, he found himself in a mental hospital, As if there is a sense of betrayal, such a change is really some span. Such a change stimulated song Zhiran's spirit, as if a normal person had become a God.

The sky is so clear, like ethereal eyes, so clean and clear, without a trace of impurities. Perhaps, if there is still a trace of clean in the world, it is the whole blue sky, but song Zhiran didn't know that after many years, there was a kind of pollution called haze. Through the window, we can see that there are patients in the yard. They are wearing the same white coats as themselves, just like the school uniform in the past. Each of them has a set, which is the same. This format is not like the school. There are too many accidents and tangles here. Song Zhiran doesn't know what kind of sufferings those patients have experienced. She just understands, I may be like a bird imprisoned here. Without freedom, I can't see the sky any more. This space is narrow and uncomfortable. I can't see the person I want to see. I'm just a so-called patient. In other people's eyes, I'm a poor person. Maybe I'm a poor person. I don't have a lover, no one loves me, everything, In fact, all of them left with their lost mother. Song Zhiran was so desperate, but such despair was beyond cure.

Song Zhiran even thought that he didn't want to fight. Maybe it's the place where he died. Maybe it's a good thing that he didn't pursue it. His mother said that this is his way, so let him finish it. There's always a way to meet mom.

Day by day, all the facilities here are so careful, perhaps because of the special patients in the special hospital. However, no matter how careful she is, she can't avoid song Zhiran's eyes. She collects some valium tablets every day, and puts those white round tablets in a small bottle, counting the days day by day, Day by day collecting these pills, these may be song Zhiran want to support the only courage.

In so many days, the man came once.

"Ranran, these are all forced."

The man sat on the stool with his coat on the side of his head. He looked elegant and tall. The man belonged to the kind of handsome man, but song Zhiran never appreciated this cold-blooded animal. In Song Zhiran's eyes, this handsome man was defeated by all the unkind people.

"Ranran, you know, it's all for your own good."

Song Zhiran doesn't speak. He just comes to see her symbolically.

There are flowers sent by men in the room, inserted in the glass bottle, also brought by men, as if all this is so common.

Song Zhiran keeps the usual silence. She doesn't want to talk to the hypocrite or have any relationship with the scum. It seems that all these things are so common.

"Ranran, you will understand that some things are not what you see."

In fact, men are also so bad at words, some words just can't be said, lost the opportunity to express at this moment.

In fact, men are not young, and even have begun to step into the ranks of aging, even handsome, but also can not resist the merciless invasion of time, the white temples have revealed traces of time, this is the immersion of time, this is the merciless of time.

"Roll, you roll for me..." Song Zhiran finally got angry. He couldn't stand the man's gossiping in front of him. All these are just false excuses to find a reason to excuse himself. This man is too false, too false.

"Well, I'll go now. You can take good care of yourself. If you need anything, just talk to your aunt. If you want to talk to me, you can also talk to your aunt. My aunt will let me know. "

For song Zhiran, men have no way. After all, they still can't bear it.

Back to the figure, with the number of lonely, but this is not understood, is always a minority, feelings, one day will be exposed.

Looking at the flowers of the head, song Zhiran looks cold. His eyes are filled with all hatred, and the flowers become extremely ugly, as if he is laughing at Song Zhiran.

Song Zhiran suddenly pulled those flowers, as if tearing those broken petals, tearing those tender petals one by one. Song Zhiran was venting his dissatisfaction.

In the end, song Zhiran's eyes fell on the glass bottle. It seemed that his insistence on so much time had become meaningless insistence. Now he had a faster way to achieve his goal.

"Bang."

All of a sudden, the glass bottle broke on the hand, and broke into pieces of crystal clear fragments, with clear edges and sharp existence, as if it was so sharp.

Song Zhiran didn't hesitate. He seemed to make a quick decision. He had no room to think about it. All this was just a long-term decision. He had wanted to be self-contained for a long time, just for such a moment.

"Girl, girl, what are you doing?" When my aunt came in, she saw a pile of broken petals and song Zhiran, who was lying in a pool of blood. This scene simply frightened my aunt. There were long blood stains on the floor, clear and distinct, just like a strange track, dragging out the breath of death.

Yes, no one has ever seen such a place. It's just that this is Mr. Song's daughter. She didn't take good care of song Zhiran. It's her own dereliction of duty. My aunt also understands the importance of responsibility.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on."

Auntie was already in a panic. She didn't know that she was going to press the button to call the doctor. She just jumped on it, grabbed song Zhiran's bleeding arm, and then squatted there screaming. Such a scene is quite strange.

Finally someone came, and helped song Zhiran into the operating room.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song, no good. After you left, Miss Song cut her pulse and committed suicide. It's uncertain. Do you want to come here?" Someone informed Mr. song that the man didn't leave for long, but found such a thing. It's really taboo.

"Ah, I'll be right there."

Turn around and Mr. Song's car goes all the way to Qingshan hospital.

Standing in front of the operating room, Mr. song suddenly realized how much song Zhiran hated himself and did not hesitate to invite him to death. Perhaps, some things, after all, are unavoidable, even if it is to expose, it is better to stay away.

"Ah yuan, stay and see the situation of the young lady. When the young lady recovers, show her this document and she will understand. I'm back in England. If there's nothing wrong, don't bother me. "

Mr. Song explained his assistant. It seemed that he suddenly figured out that this daughter had nothing to do with herself. It was her own destiny and fortune whether she lived or died. If she lived, she would leave those money and make her spend freely. If she died, she would think that she didn't have such a daughter. After all, it was nothing. For so many years, she had no such daughter, It's just a waste.

Song Zhiran recalled those farces in those years, which were just something to add to his memory. Then he raised his hand to look at the scar on his hand. It turned out that his life was still big. Maybe, as he said, his life was too hard for heaven to accept, so his suicide became a farce.

After a long wait, Emily was finally pushed out of the operating room.

"Who are the family members of the patients?"

The attending doctor scanned the people around him.

"The patient's condition is stable, but it will be 4 o'clock before he can really get through the danger."

Such an official statement is better than "we tried our best."

Better than many times, and then, Lin Minjia got a sentence, that is, "we've tried our best, family members mourn by the way."

Such a cruel ending may not happen to Zheng Zeyu at last.

Zheng Zeyu meditates in his heart. When Emily wakes up, he must tell her that he is her elder brother, his own elder brother, and their blood relatives.

Emily was pushed into the intensive care unit, which was sterile, and her family members were not allowed to enter. She could only look through the glass outside.

"You go back first, thank you."

Zheng Zeyu tells song Zhiran and Lin Minjia to leave first. He really doesn't want to see song Zhiran. This woman is the one he always likes, but at such a moment, she almost killed her own sister, her own sister.

That feeling, in an instant, broke all the thoughts.

"Let's go back and see Emily later."

Lin Minjia also saw Zheng Zeyu's mood, so she took song Zhiran away. Besides, such a scene always makes people feel very depressed. It seems that he always faces life and death carelessly, and what's more, it will arouse Lin Minjia's memories and the ending of others.

Wu Qingluo had a good time in Rome. When he visited a foreign country, he seemed to have forgotten his return date, which made him feel like he would never return.