Chapter 45

"What kind of patient?" Ning An asked curiously.

Isn't it a very serious mental patient who will hurt others? Ning An can't help but brain mend a bit, a little afraid.

President he looked at him and knew what Ning An was thinking. He said with a gentle smile, "don't be so terrible. He's not mentally ill. He just lives here for some special reasons."

Ning An just relaxed tone, and listen to He Yuan long sigh mouth airway: "that child and depression, so Xiaoning, you have to look at him."

Ning An's breath stuck in his throat again.

He didn't know much about mental illness, but he knew the severity of depression.

Although it is not clear why a patient with depression will live in a mental hospital, Ning An said with a smile: "don't worry, Dean, I will do my best."

President he said, "well, I'll take you to meet the child."

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Ji Yuze's ward is 315 on the third floor, the innermost backlit room.

He doesn't like bright light.

The curtains were closed and the room was dark.

He was in his hospital uniform, sitting on the bed with his knees around.

It's like an elaborate sculpture, beautiful, silent and lifeless.

He stares at the polka dots on the sheets, as if he can just watch them all day long - and he does, in fact, often.

It may be one day, or it may be an instant, that jiyuze finds himself losing interest in almost everything.

What he once wanted to do is boring now.

Sometimes when the nurse brought the lunch box, he could not help frowning at the food in it.

He had to take the food out of it and put it in a bowl or plate.

Cut, chew and swallow.

This makes jiyuze feel like a suffering Jesus.

He knew he was sick.

Even in the midst of depression, Ji Yuze would still find it absurd.

So people think it's no big deal.

He thinks that sometimes.

Yes, it's no big deal.

But he still fell into the abyss, unable to extricate himself.

There is no light, no redemption, he gradually numb in the dark, indifferent, rotten.

The door lock was twisted and "click", and someone pushed the door in.

Jiyuze didn't turn his head, even his eyelashes didn't vibrate.

Dean he came in with Ning'an. He said to Ning'an, "he is the patient you are responsible for looking after in the future."

Ning An looks at the person on the bed.

He is very young, and his skin is very white, perhaps because he has not seen the sun for a long time.

Without the light on, the light in the room was very dim, and I couldn't see his facial features clearly. But through the beautiful and clear edges and corners, I could see that he was a bit gorgeous.

Ning An's vision falls on the name board at the head of the bed - Ji Yuze, 19.

I'm a few years younger than myself.

19 years old, what a good age, should laugh wantonly, instead of sitting on the bed in boredom, like now, separating yourself from the world, such as sinking into the deep sea.

President he walked over and said to Jiyu zewen, "Ozawa, this is Dr. Ning who came to practice. He has been taking care of you in the past three months."

"You should get along well." He said.

Ji Yu Ze finally moved, turned to see Ning an one eye, and then turned to the past.

His eyes were dim and indifferent, as if there were no stars in the night sky.

Ning'an doesn't mind, smiling at him: "Hello, my name is Ning'an, I will try my best to take care of you, please give me more advice in the future."