On the Strategies of Gao Leng Xueba

There was a corner ahead, Gu Lian's pace was a little faster than Bai Qing's, and after turning a corner, he saw the so-called intensive care room.

At the end of the corridor, there is a room with a solemn number plate under the red light on the door - Intensive Psychotherapy Room.

There is a bench against the wall outside the door, and a boy is sitting on it at the moment, his legs are slightly apart, his elbows rest on his legs, his hands are folded in a tower shape and his chin is lowered.

The boy lowered his head slightly, the darkness at the end almost engulfed him.

The direction he was facing was bright. Bai Qing looked over from a different angle. It was a glass-separated room. Judging from the layout, it should be the scene in the psychotherapy room.

Gu Lian and Bai Qing looked at each other and walked towards the end of the corridor together.

"Nian Zixi." Gu Lian stood beside him and shouted, "How is the situation?"

Nian Zixi paused suddenly when she heard the voice, then slowly raised her head.

The moment he saw his face, Gu Lian frowned suddenly.

His face was almost transparently pale, helplessness and hesitation were written on his face, his eyes were dull and bright, and the amber color seemed to be invaded by darkness, as if his soul had been sucked away, which was completely different from the usual Nian Zixi.

"I'm asking you something, Nian Zixi." Gu Lian's voice suddenly turned cold: "Don't act like the world is being destroyed."

Bai Qing tugged at Gu Lian's hand, which he squeezed tightly.

The surrounding air seemed to stop flowing because of Gu Lian's words, and a suffocating silence spread.

After a long time, Nian Zixi suddenly chuckled.

"You and Bai Qing came to see me..."

"Is now the time to talk about this?" Gu Lian's eyebrows seemed to be twisted into several strands of rope: "I'll ask you how the situation is again?"

Nian Zixi didn't speak, but raised her head numbly, and looked into the treatment room through the glass window.

Gu Lian and Bai Qing followed his line of sight, and when they saw the person on the hospital bed, they both stared wide-eyed.

The middle-aged woman, who was as thin as malnourished, had a gray face. She was lying on the hospital bed covered with a white sheet, her eyes half closed. If it weren't for the slightly rising and falling chest, everyone would think that the woman inside was dead.

What shocked Gu Lian and Bai Qing was not this scene, but the white sheet under the woman's head that was stained red with blood.

Shock was greater than reason, even Gu Lian couldn't accept the scene in front of him.

Bai Qing looked at the woman inside. Although she was out of shape, she could still tell that this was a kind and kind middle-aged woman.

Youth seemed to be forever locked at the door of that year's middle school. The woman pulled Yue Wen, bent her knees gently, stretched out her hand, and rubbed the top of his head.

——You are our Wenwen's friend, that's great, you should get along well.

"My mother is not mentally ill." Nian Zixi suddenly said lightly: "She is not sick...not sick..."

A sentence of pale emphasis seemed to make him lose all strength.

Eyes turned red unconsciously, Bai Qing took a deep breath, and said in a cold voice, "What's going on? She was injured, why didn't she get treated?"

Looking back, she saw Nian Zixihong's eyes, but she couldn't shed a single tear.

He pointed at the door and smiled mockingly.

"Isn't it being treated?"

Bai Qing looked at the door that was no different from the door of the operating room in the hospital, and suddenly felt thorns spreading from the darkness, covering the entire door, and the two large decorative vases beside the door also instantly turned into two statues of hell ghosts, sharp Pointy horns, evil wings.

That's the door to hell, and when it's opened, more scary ghosts will fly out, pulling you into it with no escape.

"She was bullied by other patients and accidentally fell on her head..."

Nian Zixi's calm and somewhat terrifying voice sounded.

"They just moved her here without even a simple bandage."

"They let her die and they paid for it."

"No, he wanted her to die."

……

His voice reveals a desolation that sees through the world.

"I can't do anything, that's my mother, and I can't do anything..."

The son saw his mother bleeding to the point of unconsciousness, but he could only stand outside the cold glass window and just sit like this.

Silence suffocates everyone.

"Nian Zixi." Gu Lian's voice was cold: "You are such a coward."

Nian Zixi didn't speak, but twitched the corners of her mouth, not paying any attention to what Gu Lian said.

Perhaps he has lost the energy to notice which words are good and which are bad.

The light in Gu Lian's pupils was not so indifferent, he gave Nian Zixi a complicated look, and finally did something that shocked everyone.

He strode to the door of the treatment room and slammed into the locked door. The loud sound was deafening in the quiet corridor.

Constantly hitting, harsh sounds seemed to penetrate the eardrums.

Bai Qing was frightened by his actions, and when he realized what he was doing, Nian Zixi had already walked up, and together with Gu Lian, they started banging on the door of the treatment room.

The deafening sound soon attracted the medical staff, followed by five or six guards.

"What are you doing?!" The middle-aged woman in a white coat screamed, and quickly called the guards behind to pull Gu Lian and Nian Zixi away: "They are affecting the patient's rest, pull them away!"

Several guards rushed forward, and Gu Lian and Nian Zixi turned sideways in time to avoid their pull.

The scene became very chaotic for a while, the guards took out their batons and swung them at Gu Lian and Nian Zixi. Nian Zixi accidentally injured his forehead, and Gu Lian often fought in groups outside, so he hid very well, but Later, because of taking care of Nian Zixi, it became a little difficult.

Bai Qing, who was regarded as an outsider, looked at the chaotic scene, frowned anxiously, and focused on the middle-aged woman at the side.

"Are you in charge of this sanatorium?"

The middle-aged woman glanced at him vigilantly: "What's the matter with you? Let me tell you, there is only one end for making trouble, and that is to be thrown out!"

"We don't want to cause trouble." Bai Qing looked at the woman sincerely: "We just want to save people."

"Save people? Who are they to save? We are the ones who save the patients who come to our nursing home!" The woman's voice was so sharp that it hurt Bai Qing's eardrums.

Bai Qing's complexion also became ugly. He pointed to the treatment room and said in a low voice, "What about the woman in the treatment room!"

"She, she is just sick. If she is sick, she needs to be treated. It is already night now. We must isolate her and let her rest!"

Bai Qing didn't miss the fleeting panic on the middle-aged woman's face.

With a sneer, Bai Qing stared closely at the middle-aged woman's eyes: "Didn't you see so much blood?"

The middle-aged woman hesitated and didn't know how to answer, and finally became angry and called the guards to arrest Bai Qing together!