Jiangcheng Mental Hospital Center!
Hospital director Liu Wei looked at the mental patient Zhao Yan in front of him.
In his thirty-two years of medical practice, this was the first time he had encountered such a helpless patient.
The night before yesterday, Zhao Yan claimed that Old Man Li in the duty room was entangled by something unclean. Entangled or not, it was fine.
She insisted on singing and dancing to "Men Should Fight" all night around the security duty room of Old Man Li.
This scared Old Man Li awake. Dazed, he thought an intruder had broken into the mental hospital.
Immediately activating his excellent security professional qualities, he reacted instantly. A cerebral hemorrhage landed him in the hospital.
Fortunately, this troublemaker was finally being discharged today.
If she didn't leave soon, Liu Wei would be driven mad by her.
Director Liu forced a smile and said, "Congratulations, Zhao Yan, you're being discharged today."
Zhao Yan looked distressed. She couldn't bear to leave everyone, her fellow mental patients, and especially this place where she could eat without working.
She had lived with an old Taoist priest since childhood, residing in a dilapidated Taoist temple.
She was always hungry and was forced by the old Taoist priest to learn many things. If she didn't learn, she would be beaten.
Besides working in the fields and carrying manure, she also had to perform funeral rites at night.
Every time they settled the accounts, the old Taoist would only give her ten yuan and tell her to spend it sparingly.
Later, the old Taoist said he was going down the mountain for business and never returned. Zhao Yan couldn't find him either.
Her diligently saved piggy bank was also disemboweled by the old Taoist before he left.
Except for her life, she had nothing left. kuAiδugg
To earn money to eat, she went down the mountain. Without any connections, she had to find work, offering feng shui and performing spiritual services for people.
She finally found a small boss and had just finished a job for him.
To thank her, the small boss mentioned a place where she could eat for free indefinitely.
Upon hearing that she could eat for free, and indefinitely at that!
Zhao Yan was ecstatic. She entered and ended up staying at the mental hospital for two and a half years.
She truly couldn't bear to leave. There were so many lonely souls here, and she could chat with them every day.
Oh, she was so happy, she loved this place immensely.
The more Zhao Yan thought about it, the more sorrow welled up in her. She pleaded, "Director, I really don't want to leave! Li Lan bet with me, and she lost. She said she'd have a dream to send me money, but the dream hasn't happened yet. She still owes me five hundred yuan."
Director Liu stood up with a sigh, saying, "You're having an episode again. There's no Li Lan here."
After speaking, Director Liu quickly quickened his pace to leave.
Watching Director Liu walk further and further away, Zhao Yan called out. Seeing that the director didn't respond,
She picked up a piece of paper and a pen with tears in her eyes. She wrote something and asked a nurse to give it to the director. She also gifted a talisman and walked out of the hospital gate with her backpack.
Director Liu looked back at Zhao Yan leaving the mental hospital and let out a sigh of relief, saying helplessly, "This woman's illness is getting worse. Where do we have a Li Lan in our hospital?"
"Director, we do have a Li Lan in our hospital. She's a patient with schizophrenia," said a more senior doctor nearby.
"There's such a person? How come I don't know?" Director Liu stopped and asked.
"Twenty years ago, she died of a heart attack in Ward 302. You hadn't come to this hospital yet at that time."
Director Liu's expression was hesitant. Just as he was about to speak, a young nurse rushed over and handed him the note.
"Director, Zhao Yan gave this to you."
Director Liu opened the note.
"Director, let's build a mental hospital somewhere else. This area used to be a mass grave, it's not safe."
"And there really is a Li Lan, I'm not lying to you."
"She's been following you!"
Director Liu quickly looked back. There was no one behind him, it was empty.
"She's still playing tricks on me even after leaving!"
Director Liu shook his head and threw the paper on the ground.
Just as they walked away, a pair of women's footprints suddenly appeared on the paper on the ground.
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Having lost her stable source of food, Zhao Yan rubbed her stomach and couldn't help but sigh.
The child was hungry.
She was so hungry that she almost mistook a pile of cow dung for a hamburger.
Remembering the family members Director Liu had mentioned, Zhao Yan opened her backpack and looked at a phone number inside.
She wondered if the old Taoist had returned.
After dialing, a soft female voice came from the other end.
The old Taoist was a man; it couldn't be her.
Could it be her long-lost mommy?
The voice on the other end sounded agitated, asking Zhao Yan to stay put and not run.
Zhao Yan said, "Okay." No matter who it was, she just wanted a full meal.
At the Lin family villa, Lin Xihang coughed. He watched his mother finish packing and adjust his tie, his expression quite helpless.
Four years ago, his health had been deteriorating. He had seen many doctors, but none could cure him. The doctors said that if his condition continued to worsen, he wouldn't last more than two years.
Lin Xihang had accepted his fate and quit his job, dedicating the next two years to spending time with his mother.
Two months ago, his mother, unwilling to give up, had tried every possible method. To his surprise, his mother had invited a dirty old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist mumbled a lot, saying that his weak health was due to a deficiency in his destiny, attracting something he shouldn't have, and that a master with a strong destiny was needed to stabilize the situation.
He also recommended someone and left a photograph before departing.
Yesterday, Lin's mother, still unwilling, went to find the old Taoist again and obtained another piece of paper from him.
The self-portrait was for her to find the master, and the note was to be given to her after finding the master.
It was this information that led Lin's mother to spend a great deal of effort to find out that the master in the self-portrait was being treated at a mental hospital.
Lin Xihang adamantly refused this matter, believing it to be a clear scam.
However, being filial, he had no choice but to cooperate with his mother.
After waiting for more than half an hour, Zhao Yan, with nothing to do, picked up a stick and poked at the cow dung for fun.
Hearing the sound of a car, she turned and saw a car with a four-ring emblem approaching.
Lin Xihang drove over and saw Zhao Yan giggling foolishly, poking cow dung with a stick.
Having seen her self-portrait, he immediately recognized this girl as Master Zhao, whom the old Taoist had spoken of.
His expression became even more melancholic.
Lin's mother was very enthusiastic. As soon as she got out of the car, she called out, "Are you Master Zhao Yan?"
Zhao Yan looked at Lin's mother and nodded. She was somewhat disappointed. This woman was not her mother. The old Taoist had taught her physiognomy.
Their appearances were not just dissimilar; they were completely unrelated.
"Quick, quickly greet Master Zhao," Lin's mother urged Lin Xihang.
Lin Xihang walked over reluctantly and extended his hand, "Hello."
Zhao Yan threw away the stick she was using to poke cow dung and wiped her right hand on her clothes, "Hello to you too."
As soon as they shook hands, Zhao Yan's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
This man's hand was so cold, like the hand of a dead person.