C6 He Was Discharged from the Hospital

The unmelted snow made the winter of B City seem colder. The mental hospital stood on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by empty buildings. This place was like an isolated island. The bare trunk made the death of life seem even more helpless. Zhao Bofan explained his purpose of coming to the hospital and showed the relevant documents before entering the hospital. A male nurse led him and Wu Mingzhu to the innermost ward in the quarantine area. The thick glass door pushed open and the door slid open. Zhao Bofan walked in front while Wu Mingzhu followed behind him.

Along the way, Wu Mingzhu's expression was solemn. She looked at the people in the ward who had been switched on one by one. Her footsteps became slower and slower.

"How about this, you go in first." Wu Mingzhu whispered to Zhao Bofan who was walking in front of her.

Zhao Bofan could not help feeling a little guilty. After all, Wu Mingzhu's father had been locked up here for almost twenty years. This kind of scene would not make anyone feel good.

The cross core key was inserted into the innermost iron gate. A completely sealed heavy iron gate was opened. A ward that was 20 square meters appeared in front of them. The facilities in the room were relatively simple. In the dark room, There was a simple double bed and a writing desk. One had a head full of white hair. The old man in the blue hospital gown sat at his desk with his back to the door. There was nothing above the writing desk. The old man just sat there with his back to the door. The male nurse walked in and said to the old man, "Prof. Wu, Today is a good day. Someone has come to see you.

The old man did not leave his seat when he heard the nurse's words. Instead, he slowly turned around and expressionlessly looked at Zhao Bofan who was standing at the door. Zhao Bofan looked at this expressionless face and thought of Wu Mingzhu. It was indeed father and daughter. Their expressionless faces were exactly the same.

After a few seconds, Prof. Wu slowly smiled. "I knew someone would come."

Zhao Bofan and Prof. Wu went to the activity room outside the quarantine zone. Zhao Bofan thought he had hyperactivity because Prof. Wu had been holding his left hand in front of his chest ever since he left the ward. His thumb and index finger were shaking. Zhao Bofan paused for a moment and told Prof. Wu about what had happened on the plane and what had happened to Ye Xiaoling.

"How long ago was this?" Prof. Wu asked seriously.

"Three days ago."

Prof. Wu put his hands in front of his eyes. He did not sunbathe for a long time, which made his skin look strangely white. "You mean the surface of his skin is hard and transparent, and his muscle tissue is clearly visible?"

Zhao Bofan heard Prof. Wu accurately describe Ye Xiaoling's condition and said happily, "You mean can you see the skin on her body? Yes! It's like this!"

"That's terrible. If he can see through skin, then things will be troublesome. " This is the late stage, the late stage. " Prof. Wu did not speak to Zhao Bofan anymore. He lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"What is this disease?" Zhao Bofan asked. Can she still be saved?" Zhao Bofan anxiously interrupted Prof. Wu, who was talking to himself.

Prof. Wu was silent for a while. His expression changed. He was a serious old man just now. His wrinkled face looked a bit wronged.

Prof. Wu lowered his head and said, "It's been a long time since I ate a chocolate doughnut. They said there was no doughnut here. Then I didn't eat any. "

Zhao Bofan looked at the man in front of him, who was so accomplished in the field of science, like a child. He was a little moved.

Zhao Bofan softened his voice, "Sure, I will arrange for someone to bring you chocolate-flavored doughnuts."

"It can be recovered. The symptoms of the person you mentioned can be recovered. A long time ago, I experimented with animals. " Some of the animals were tortured and the process was difficult, but they came back to life in the end. " Prof. Wu said affirmatively.

Zhao Bofan tried to hold it in. One second, he was like a child asking for snacks. The next second, he became a serious professor. This professor was really like an old child in Jin Yong's martial arts novels.

Prof. Wu looked up and glanced around. "You can come here. There are only two situations. The first is that the ban has been lifted. I don't think that's possible. The second is that she's here as well. Visiting me can only be done by my immediate family. It's Little Qing, right? I think she's here as well. I really want to see her. " The old man in front of Zhao Bofan looked at him imploringly. Wu Li's expression changed too quickly. Zhao Bofan did not have time to get used to it.

In the corridor of the hospital, Wu Mingzhu stood in front of the window and looked up at the sky. Under her short black hair was her fair and delicate face. She stood elegantly and elegantly like a painting from a master. However, this painting seemed a little lonely.

Zhao Bofan walked forward and went straight to the point. "He wants to see you."

"I really can't thank you enough," Wu Mingzhu turned her head and said expressionlessly.

"Please, I didn't say that. It was him. Oh no, Prof. Wu guessed it himself." Zhao Bofan shrugged and said helplessly.

Wu Mingzhu looked coldly at Zhao Bofan as he walked to the ward.

Prof. Wu looked a little excited when he saw the people walking towards him from the door. Wu Mingzhu stopped five meters away from him. Prof. Wu said in a trembling voice, "You don't look fat."

Wu Mingzhu laughed mockingly, "It really is the unique way of greeting people in China."

Prof. Wu looked a little anxious. "No, you were really fat when you were in primary school."

"You also said it was in primary school."

Wu Mingzhu had just finished speaking when Prof. Wu quickly walked in front of her. He reached out his hands in front of her and opened her eyes, "Your pupils are very good... very good..."

Wu Mingzhu was shocked by the sudden action and pushed her father away, "What are you doing!"

At this time, Zhao Bofan also walked in. Prof. Wu turned around and paced back and forth. Then he said to Zhao Bofan, "That... that... that... I... I can't make a conclusion for your colleague's illness now. I didn't check it myself. I can't make a judgment. I must see the girl you are talking about with my own eyes." Prof. Wu sat in his seat and said, "But I can't help you now. There are rules in the hospital. I can't go out. Unless, unless approved by immediate relatives... Prof. Wu looked at Zhao Bofan.

Wu Mingzhu also looked at Zhao Bofan and guessed his intention, "Impossible, don't even think about it."

Zhao Bofan interrupted Wu Mingzhu and said to Prof. Wu, "She will sign." He walked to Wu Mingzhu and said quietly, "Do you remember why you came here with me in Macau?"

Wu Mingzhu snorted, "You want my father. I will give you my father. The road was chosen by you. Be careful."

Wu Mingzhu was at the front desk of the hospital handling the discharge procedures. Zhao Bofan watched her sign on the side. Her handwriting was smooth and smooth. It was delicate and agile. It was a little like a book, but it also had the feeling of a cursive book. The handwriting was appropriate, and it was hard to understand.

"Are you left-handed? It is said that left-handed people are smart."

"It's just a habit. In fact, left-handed people are the same as people who use their right hands." Wu Mingzhu did not think much of it.

Prof. Wu moved forward. "Let me tell you a story." Zhao Bofan stood up and leaned forward. "There is a mental hospital in Gui Zhou. One day, the attending physician led seven patients out of the hospital. Of course, it was an attempt. The police investigated it. He realized that the attending physician had been brainwashed by one of the patients for months... So, do you really believe what a mental patient says? "After that, Prof. Wu smiled at Zhao Bofan. "I'm joking with you, young man."

Zhao Bofan felt cold on his back. This was the shortest and most terrifying story he had ever heard.