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"Hurry up!" the patient behind urged. "Why are you yelling so loudly? You are urging me so urgently. Your old sow has given birth and you have to rush back to deliver her baby!" Jie Zuo turned around and yelled. But he just wanted to leave. After all, the trouble of going down the mountain to practice is really hard to know where to start complaining.

He waved his hand towards Shimoyama Xiu and left his seat to walk outside. Shimoyama Xiu also collected himself and began to take the pulse of the next patient.

It had just rained outside and the air was fresh. Outside the hospital is a small garden. The road in the garden is paved with stones, and there are some small puddles on the road.

Jiezuo wandered eastward and westward unknowingly and walked deep into the garden. There was no one in the depths of the garden, and roses covered the pavilion corridor built next to it, forming a path filled with floral fragrance.

It's spring and everything is coming back to life. Next to the pavilion is an artificially dug stream with gurgling water and the fragrance of birds and flowers. Even a rough guy like Jie Zuo felt that it was a little more poetic: "Ahem." Jie Zuo cleared his throat and prepared to recite a poem to match the intoxicating scenery.

"The grass on the ground is green, the walls are filled with flowers, and the people by the stream are quiet, but there are too many flies." After saying this, Jie Zuo waved his hand to drive away a few flies that had been buzzing around him.

"You also call this poetry?"

Jie Zuo looked back and found Qiong sitting in the pavilion behind him at some point, looking at Jie Zuo.

"Hey, Qiong! Why are you here? Didn't you go to the hospital for a checkup today?" Jie Zuo greeted warmly.

Qiong smiled and said nothing. She patted the empty seat next to her and motioned for Xie Zuo to sit down. Jie Zuo smiled and jumped over to sit down. As soon as his butt touched the seat, he exclaimed: "Thank you, buddy, the video you gave me is really exciting, although I didn't watch it. But it's definitely good to see how angry that guy Adams is."

Qiong smiled and turned to Jie Zuo and said, "Do you realize it, we are in prison now?" Jie Zuo was stunned, wondering if it is popular to talk about heavy topics today? Shugang Shimoyama told him about his inner shadow at school. Why did Qiong, who was always generous, start saying such unhealthy things?

Thinking of this, Xie Zuo's expression began to become solemn, seamlessly switching from the cheerful expression just now - since everyone has started talking, I have to keep up with the trend.

"Well, it's okay. I think it's a bit boring, but it's okay." Jie Zuo tried hard to make his voice less frivolous.

"Yeah, it's boring. You know, my teammates and I have been to all over the world before. We carried out missions, and after the mission was completed, we went clubbing together. We were free."

"Um, right?" Jie Zuo wanted to leave.

"Now I stay in this hospital and can only go out a few times a month. Isn't this like being in jail?" After speaking, Qiong took out two cigarettes, handed one to Xie Zuo, and lit the other. Hold it in your mouth and look at the sky.

Jie Zuo looked at the cigarette in his hand and said, "I used to smoke. Once I smoked on the balcony. I smoked half and the wind smoked half. I was very angry."

"Then what?" Qiong looked at Jie Zuo.

"I was very angry, so I started convulsing like crazy." Jie Zuo put the cigarette in his mouth and suddenly realized that it belonged to Qiong. He wanted to take it out and throw it away but was reluctant to part with it. Where to be confused.

The corners of Qiong's mouth twitched. She didn't know if he was telling a joke or if he was telling the truth. According to Jie Zuo's temperament, the latter was more likely.

"Don't worry, the way I carry things is not as dirty as you think." Qiong took out a lighter and helped Jie Zuo light the cigarette.

Jie Zuo breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this and sat in the pavilion smoking a cigarette.

"How did you know I was a federal medic?" Joan asked.

"If you want to know, just know. It's not a secret." Jie Zuo blew out a smoke ring. He tried to blow out a round smoke ring, but he never succeeded.

"I'm actually not sick." Qiong didn't ask for the answer to the previous question, but said calmly.

"No one who comes here thinks they are sick, and there is no way to prove whether they are sick or not. Mental illness is not like a cold."

"That's right." Qiong flicked the cigarette ashes lonelyly and continued: "You are right, I was once the best medical soldier in the Federation, and our team was also the best special service team in the Federation. Once we received a special call Mission, the goal of the mission is simply to destroy.”

Qiong took a puff of cigarette and continued: "We have done this kind of mission many times, but this time is different. We only knew when we arrived at the mission target location that our opponent this time was not a terrorist organization or someone. To be precise, our The opponent is not human at all.”

Joan's expression was painful: "We failed. The price of failure was the annihilation of the entire army. Only I survived. But" Joan did not continue, but changed the topic: "Although I am alive, the organization thinks that I am The unstable factors wanted to eliminate me. My brother saved me on the condition that I live in the Anxi Mental Hospital. I am not allowed to go out at any time except for fixed times every month."

Qiong took a breath: "I want revenge, to avenge my dead comrades. But I can't go out. I hate my cowardice so much. I want to break through the hospital and run out many times, and go to the previous mission location for My comrades take revenge. But I know that if I run away, even my brother may not be able to save me this time. I hate myself so much."

Qiong held his head, and he almost yelled out the last few words.

Jie Zuo patted Qiong on the shoulder: "I understand, I understand."

"No, you don't understand. How can you understand if you haven't experienced it? Every night I feel that my comrades are around me, and they ask me why I don't avenge them. Why can I enjoy my old age here, but they Death without a burial place. Do you understand? You don’t understand!" Qiong shouted at Jie Zuo.

A wry smile appeared on Jie Zuo's lips: "To be honest, I understand."

After venting her anger, Qiong apologized to Jie Zuo: "I'm sorry, I just lost control of my emotions. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, it's okay." Jie Zuo was still blowing smoke rings persistently.

"Thank you, Jie Zuo. I feel much better after talking to you." Qiong said with a smile to Jie Zuo.

"Haha, you're welcome. Next time I buy goods from you, just give me a cheaper price." Jie Zuo waved his hand indifferently.

"Okay, see you next time. If we can meet again." Qiong's voice was very low in the second half of the sentence, and Jie Zuo didn't hear what he said clearly.

"What did you say?"

"Hahaha, it's nothing. Jie Zuo, you are my good buddy. If you tell me something next time, I will never refuse." Qiong said with a smile.

"Your friendship is too cheap." Jie Zuo complained.

"Okay, I'm leaving." After speaking, Qiong turned and left.

I don't know why, when Jie Zuo looked at Qiong's figure, he always had the feeling that "the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and a strong man will never return once he is gone."