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Chapter 174 The Love Story in the Mental Hospital 7
Su Jinzhimu stared at the nurse as he rolled up his sleeves, sanitized him with alcohol and hung a blood bag on him.
Jiang Lishan sat down by the bed and reached out and gently touched his wrist on the side of the bed. Su Jinzhi didn't pay attention. He just looked up at the hanging blood bag and didn't understand why the nurse would give him a blood transfusion.
"Give you some clotting factor, your hands and legs won't hurt tomorrow." The man's voice was still very gentle.
Coagulation factor plasma is only needed by patients with abnormal hematopoietic function. So, those bruises on his wrist were not made by ghosts?
Su Jinzhi suddenly remembered that he bit his lip when he had a nightmare for the first time. It was just such a small wound that ordinary people would not bleed much, but he contained two pieces of cotton to stop the blood.
This body has abnormal hematopoietic function. In short, it is suffering from hemophilia.
No wonder the nurse has to look at him at all times. In the case of his own history of loving self-harm, there is a risk of burping if no one guards him with a sharp weapon and stabs his arm.
However, it is always weird for other people's blood to flow into his body. Su Jinzhi stared at the blood bag for a long time, and then moved his gaze to the man's face after he realized that Jiang Lishan was not wearing glasses today.
"Doctor Jiang, you don't wear glasses." Su Jinzhi stared into his eyes and said.
"Wear it." Jiang Lishan approached him, and Su Jinzhi could almost feel his breath spraying on his face. After that, he saw the man pointing to his eyes and said seriously, "It's contact lenses."
Su Jinzhi also moved his head forward a bit when he heard this, only then did he see the faint blue lens near the white of Jiang Lishan's eyes. At this moment, the distance between them was only the length of one index finger, but no one flinched, as if this ambiguous distance did not cause any trouble to them.
However, Su Jinzhi did not back down, just because he had been used to being so close to men and breathing together.
"Why don't you wear glasses?" Su Jinzhi asked him.
Jiang Lishan did not give too much explanation, but simply said: "The glasses are broken."
Su Jinzhi later learned from No. 1 mouth how Jiang Lishan's glasses were broken-it was broken by Ai Shuai.
Jiang Lishan never went back to the dormitory to make up his sleep in the morning because Ai Shuai beat up the nurses in his ward. Like him, Ai Shuai was a mental patient with a violent tendency. He didn't know what the original illness was like when it happened, but When Ai Shuai went mad, a few strong male nurses couldn't help him.
The nurse hurriedly sought out Jiang Lishan. As soon as he entered the door, his eyes were knocked out and crushed by Ai Shuai, but he was not injured, so he threw a kick at Ai Shuai directly.
Su Jinzhi is also a man. Of course he knows how painful it was to be kicked there. In fact, he felt pain in his crotch when he heard the scene described by No. 1, and Ai Shuai, who was kicked by Jiang Lishan, was painful at the time. He curled up on the ground and shivered.
Su Jinzhi is speechless: "Jiang Lishan treats Ai Shuai like this, won't anyone come to trouble him?"
If this is a problem, it is a medical trouble.
One said: "If you are ordinary patients, there may be."
Su Jinzhi took it: "But we are not." We are a member of Changshan Mental Hospital.
One added emphasized: "And you are patients with blue clothes."
"What is the difference between this indigo blue hospital gown and the light blue hospital gown?" Su Jinzhi asked.
One said: "I have to check this again and give me some time."
"Eh." Su Jinzhi sighed, feeling hopeless for a while, after all, Jiang Lishan had no progress, and he himself didn't know what the original situation was.
Jiang Lishan couldn't go back to sleep with Ai Shuai's uproar, but he planned to stay tonight for Su Jinzhi's vigil. Fortunately, the nurses persuaded him to go back.
But as soon as Jiang Lishan left, Ai Shuai knocked on his door.
"Hi, Mr. Su." Ai Shuai stood by the small window, almost his entire face stuck to the glass, just like the first time they met.
Su Jinzhi looked up at him, wondering if it was his illusion. He always felt that Ai Shuai looked at him with a strange fanaticism, as if he was looking at a close friend who cherished him.
Seeing him look over, Ai Shuai flexed his fingers and tapped on the glass: "Mr. Su, let's come out and play together."
Stupid went out.
Su Jinzhi took a look at him and then retracted his gaze, and continued to lie on the recliner to enjoy the sunset and evening scene outside.
However, Ai Shuai turned the doorknob straight and walked in, free and unmanned.
"Mr. Su." Ai Shuai walked over with a smile. There were no other chairs beside him, but Ai Shuai didn't mind, and directly sat down beside him with his legs crossed.
Su Jinzhi looked at him, although there was no expression on his face, there was a storm in his heart. But he can't show his timidity. Everyone wears blue clothes. Who is afraid of whom?
So Su Jinzhi lifted his chin slightly and said lightly to Ai Shuai: "What's the matter?"
"I..." Ai Shuai just said a word, and was dragged away by the nurse who rushed in. He stared at him before leaving, and said unwillingly, "I will see you tomorrow!"
Su Jinzhi: "..."
Su Jinzhi dreamed again at night.
Every night he dreams of the bloody red, smells the iron smell of blood, and can hear the ticking sound of the brain plasma mucus at the broken neck hitting the ground, so when he returns to the dark red room At that time, he was not surprised at all, but he didn't know if it was because Ai Shuai had visited him during the day. The dream this night was different from the past-his vision seemed a little different.
He seemed to have landed in a very low place, or the room was enlarged dozens of times, completely different from the previous ones, even the headless corpse sitting on the sofa was much bigger.
But in fact, no matter how horrible things are, the fear in my heart will be diminished after reading it a few times. Su Jinzhi is now able to look directly at the headless corpse. Anyway, he has no face and can't speak. In fact, he doesn't look at it for a long time. How scary it feels.
Thinking about this, Su Jinzhi suddenly heard another sentence: "It's so cold..."
The voice was his, but it never came out of his mouth. Yes, why didn't you see him in that dream today?
Su Jinzhi was puzzled. Suddenly he felt that he was kicked on the back of his head. It was neither light nor heavy, but he just rolled out like this, rubbing his face and nose with the slippery sticky blood, sticky. On his face.
When he turned his eyes, Su Jinzhi suddenly had a terrible thought. The headless corpse on the sofa stood up tremblingly, walked up to him and picked him up and became a real cognition.
He opened his eyes wide and looked back in disbelief as the headless corpse moved. In the eyes of the person who looked exactly like himself, he saw a bloody head.
And the head that stared and stared at him... it was himself.
ββHis head was chopped off.
Anyone who dreams of such a scene will be shocked if he is not scared. Su Jinzhi feels that his tense nerves for the past few days finally can't bear it at this moment. A "pop" breaks on the human heart. Pumping bleeding marks.
He let out a scream that was almost stern, and sat up abruptly from the bed, gasping for breath.
It was still dark, and the nurse probably only kept a bedside lamp for him to sleep, making the room very dim.
Seeing the young man on the bed yelled, the nurse sat up from the bed. Her face was pale and her red-blooded eyes widened. She saw something terrifying in her dream after she was awakened, so she walked over and asked. Said: "Mr. Su, what's wrong with you?"
"Turn on the lights! Turn on the lights!" Su Jinzhi yelled. He desperately needs light now. The darker the house, the more afraid he will be.
The nurse was also frightened by his unusually panicking and horrified voice, and turned on the light without saying anything. After a while, the outside of the corridor also lit up. Several night watch nurses came and gathered outside the small window to see the indoor situation. Because Su Jinzhi's just now was really miserable.
"Did you say that this world was all created by Jiang Lishan?" After the nurse confirmed that he had no signs of madness, Su Jinzhi shrank on the bed wrapped in a quilt. He couldn't help shaking at the thought of the dream scene. I feel that if I continue to do this, even if I am not crazy, I will definitely be mentally weak.
Number One was silent for a while and said, "Not all."
Su Jinzhi was stunned and asked: "What does not mean?"
"It means literally."
Su Jinzhi: "..."
"You explained it as if you didn't explain it."
Number One said: "Don't worry too much. Number Zero and I won't let you get involved."
Su Jinzhi wants to cry without tears: "But I am suffering from insomnia all night and all night, and I can't sleep well."
"You can let Jiang Lishan stay with you." One urged him, "Or you can ask him if he wants you to live in his dormitory."
Su Jinzhi was a little shocked: "Can you?"
"Yes, he is your primary doctor, and your identity is very special, the above will not disagree."
Su Jinzhi Question No. 1: "What is my identity?"
Number One was silent for a while, and said: "A suspect in a murder case."
Su Jinzhi also remained silent, and only screamed after a while: "You didn't lie to me?"
No. 1 is a rare joke with him: "I lie to you, I have candy to eat?"
It's been a long time since Su Jinzhi came to Changshan Mental Hospital. During this period of time, the nurses and doctors paid attention to him, the patients' fear of him, and his unusual blue medical suit. Su Jinzhi had guessed it. He would definitely not be an ordinary mental patient, but he never expected that he would be a suspect in a murder case.
No wonder there are so many patients who are quarantined because of their violent tendencies, but they have to have a 24-hour nurse next to him.
Su Jinzhi was in a trance, but No.1 comforted him: "Don't worry, it's just a suspect."
"What about Ai Shuai?" Su Jinzhi thought of Ai Shuai who was wearing a colored medical coat with him.
The first line is concise: "He is the same as you."
"Jiang Lishan is a criminal psychologist. You and Ai Shuai are both mentally ill prisoners. He needs to determine your mental condition." One said, "But you are just a suspect. Now it is not certain that the murderer is you, and Ai Shuai is the committed murderer. ."
Su Jinzhi didn't understand: "Then why hasn't he been sent to the electric chair?"
"Jiang Lishan needs to determine whether he was normal at the time of the murder or was ill." Number One's voice was light and fluttering, "This determines his sentence."