Chapter 6

The snow that has not yet melted makes the winter in B city even colder. The mental hospital stands on the outskirts, surrounded by empty buildings. It's like an isolated island. The bare trunk makes the death of life more helpless. Zhao Bofan explained his intention to the hospital and entered the hospital after showing relevant supporting documents. A male nurse led him and Wu Mingzhu to the innermost ward of the isolation area. The thick glass door pushed the door open. Zhao Bofan walked in front, and Wu Mingzhu followed him.

Along the way, Wu Mingzhu's expression was dignified. She looked at the people who were turned off in the ward one by one, with a dementia expression. Her step was slower and slower.

"Why don't you go first." Wu Mingzhu whispered to Zhao Bofan, who was walking ahead.

Zhao Bofan can't help feeling guilty. After all, Wu Mingzhu's father has been here for nearly 20 years. This kind of scene will not be easy for anyone to see.

The cross core key is inserted into the innermost iron door. A fully enclosed heavy iron door is opened, and a 20 square meter ward appears in front of you. The facilities in the room are relatively simple. In the dark room, there is a simple double bed and a desk. An old man with white hair and blue hospital uniform was sitting on the desk with his back to the door. There was nothing above the desk, so the old man sat with his back to him. The male nurse went in and said to the old man, "Professor Wu, today is a good day. Someone has come to see you."

The old man didn't leave his seat when he heard the nurse's words. Instead, he turned slowly and looked at Zhao Bofan standing at the door with no expression on his face. Zhao Bofan looked at the expressionless face and thought of Wu Mingzhu. It was the father and daughter. The expressionless look is exactly the same.

About a few seconds later, Professor Wu slowly smile, "I knew there would always be someone to come."

Zhao Bofan and Professor Wu come to the activity room outside the isolation area. Zhao Bofan thinks he has ADHD, because since he came out of the ward, Professor Wu's left hand has been raised in front of his chest, his thumb and index finger shaking. Zhao Bofan told Professor Wu about what happened on the plane and ye Xiaoling.

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

"Just three days ago."

Professor Wu put his hands in front of his eyes and did not bask in the sun for a long time. It seemed that Professor Wu's skin was strangely white. "Do you mean that the surface of the skin is sclerotic and transparent, and the muscle tissue is clearly visible?"

When Zhao Bofan heard Professor Wu's exact description of Ye Xiaoling's illness, he said happily, "do you mean that she can see through her skin? yes! That's it

"That's bad. If you can see through the skin, then it's troublesome. It's late. It's late. " Professor Wu didn't speak to Zhao Bofan. He bowed his head to himself.

"What disease is it? Can she still be saved? " Zhao Bofan eagerly interrupts Professor Wu who is talking to himself.

Professor Wu was silent for a while, and his expression changed. He was a serious old man just now, but now his wrinkled face looks a little aggrieved.

Professor Wu lowered his head and said, "I haven't had a chocolate doughnut here for a long time. They said there was no one here. And then I didn't get it. "

Zhao Bofan was a little moved to see such a successful person in the field of Science in front of him, just like a child.

Zhao Bofan put the voice soft, "yes, I will arrange people to send you chocolate doughnuts."

"It can be recovered. The symptoms of the person you are talking about can be recovered. I did experiments with animals a long time ago. Some of the animals, though suffering from some torture and hard work, survived in the end. " Professor Wu said definitely.

Zhao Bofan forbeared. One second, he was like a child begging for snacks. The next second, he became a serious professor. This professor is really like an old urchin in Jin Yong's martial arts novels.

Professor Wu looked up and looked around. "There are only two situations you can see here. The first is that the ban has been lifted. I don't think that can happen. In the second case, she came too. Only immediate family members can visit me. It's Xiaoqing, right? I miss her. I really want to see her. " Zhao Bofan looked at the old man pleadingly in front of him. Zhao Bofan didn't have time to adapt to the changes in Wu Li's manners.

In the corridor of the hospital, Wu Mingzhu stands in front of the window and looks up at the sky. Under her short black hair, she has a white and delicate side face. She stands noble and elegant, like an oil painting by a master, but this painting seems a little lonely.

Zhao Bofan went to the front and said, "he wants to see you."

"I'm really grateful," Wu Mingzhu said without expression.

"Please, it's not me. It's him. Oh no, Professor Wu guessed it himself." Zhao Bofan shrugged and said helplessly.

Wu Mingzhu looks at Zhao Bofan coldly and goes to the ward.

Professor Wu was a little excited to see the people coming step by step from the door. Wu Mingzhu stood five meters away from him and stopped. Professor Wu said in a trembling voice, "you don't look fat."

Wu Mingzhu sneered, "it's a Chinese way of greeting."

Professor Wu seemed a little worried, "no, you were really fat in primary school."

"You said it was in primary school."As soon as Wu Mingzhu finished speaking, Professor Wu quickly came up to her, put his hands in front of her, and stretched out his hand to open her eyelids. "The pupils are very good Good... "

Wu Mingzhu was frightened by the sudden action, and pushed her father away, "what are you doing?"

At this time, Zhao Bofan also came in. Professor Wu turned and paced back and forth in the same place, then said to Zhao Bofan: "that Well, I I can't make a conclusion about your colleague's illness now. I didn't check it myself. I can't make a judgment. I have to see the girl you said with my own eyes. " Professor Wu sat down in his seat and said: "but I can't help you now. There are rules in the hospital. I can't go out unless I can get the approval of my immediate relatives..." Said to, Professor Wu looked at Zhao Bofan.

Wu Mingzhu also looked at Zhao Bofan and guessed his intention, "impossible, you can't think about it."

Zhao Bofan interrupted Wu Mingzhu and said to Professor Wu, "she will sign." He went to Wu Mingzhu and whispered, "remember why you came here with me in Macao?"

Wu Mingzhu snorted coldly, "you want my father. I'll give you my father. You choose the road. Be careful yourself."

Wu Mingzhu went through the discharge procedures at the front desk of the hospital. Zhao Bofan watched her sign. Her writing is flowing and graceful, a bit like running script, but it also has the feeling of cursive. It's hard to understand the words as they are.

"Are you left-handed? It's said that people who are left-handed are smart. "

"It's just a habit. In fact, left-handed people are the same as right-handed people." Wu Mingzhu said with disapproval.

Professor Wu leaned forward. "I'll tell you a story." Zhao Bofan got up and said, "there is a mental hospital in Guizhou. One day, the attending doctor led seven patients to escape from the hospital. Of course, he failed. After investigation, the police found that the attending doctor had been brainwashed by one of the patients for several months So, do you really believe what a mental patient says? " With that, Professor Wu smiles at Zhao Bofan. "I'm kidding you, young man."

Zhao Bofan's whole back feels extremely cold. This is the shortest and most terrible story he has ever heard.