She stood up and walked around in the small room. There are no windows and nothing to see. The walls were painted dimly light green. No bookshelves, no pictures, no books, no newspapers, nothing. There is a chair and a small sofa in the room. One should wait here, not entertain. and many more. This room has fulfilled its mission and nothing else.
The door of the old Doctor Black's private office opened, and it felt like never ending, pacing aimlessly, thrusting a ditch into the floor. Claire thought he would see Neil and his reassuring eyes hidden behind the door, but what she saw was the old Dr. Black. His eyes were not reassuring at all. Murderous in his dark eyes.
Old Dr. Black never felt it necessary to hide his true feelings or soften them to make them more attractive to others. He is such a person, thinking about his own thoughts, feeling his own feelings, saying what he has to say, doing what he has to do, and he will do something.
"Come in, boy," he said.
A feeling of dawn sizzled from Claire's toes and took root in her belly. She had a chance to escape and get ZìYóu, and now she knows that, as she never knew before, she wasted the last chance. When a door is closed, a window opens. The nurse Evelyn used to be her window.
Her feet, those feet that could not move outside the hospital, when Evelyn pressed against the door and ordered her to escape, those feet that betrayed her when they followed the old Dr. Neil Black into his office When he betrayed her again.
This office is almost as simple as the waiting room, with a touch of light yellow and green. There is a desk, a window and a bookcase inside. There are more bird specimens in the bookcase than books. Every bird poses for death, as if about to fly away. Panic flashes in their round black eyes, which are forever condensed in the long river of time.
Stand at the window and look out. He turned his back to Claire and his father.
"Sit down," Old Doctor Black ordered. Claire sat down. Doctor Black walked around and sat behind his desk. "Neil, do you want to sit down?" There was an unclaimed chair next to Claire and a small sofa under the window.
"No, sir," Neil still muttered while looking out the window.
"Sit down, Neil," said Old Doctor Black.
Neil sat down. He was sitting on a small sofa, which was exactly the same as the sofa in the waiting room. It was placed behind the chair where Claire was sitting. She can't see him unless she turns around. She could feel him behind her, and his appearance usually comforted her, but she was not comforted today.
She glanced back quickly. She can calm the storm in her belly by just looking at him. Neil looked at her, his eyes thick and red. He blinked. There was no emotion on his face, it was aloof. He looked at her as if she looked familiar, but he didn't know where she came from. She was waiting to get anything from him. He coughed, covered his mouth with his hand, and then turned his head.
"Child--" Old Doctor Black's voice grew louder. His voice was honed into shock and shame, and Claire felt both at the same time. She quickly turned around and sat on the chair facing forward. She put her hands on her knees.
"Look at you," Old Doctor Black continued. "You don't look like a little girl today. Do you?"
He paused long enough for Claire to answer, but Claire was smart enough to know that she should shut up. Dr. Black never asks a question that is expected to be answered. He knows everything.
"Oh my God, don't you look like an adult woman wearing stolen clothes, a woman stealing an adult. Your behavior has brought a huge shame to this institution. I am not only professionally affected by your behavior? Offended, and I was personally offended by your lack of personality. After careful consideration by the staff and Dr. Black, we have decided how best to deal with this situation." He paused to achieve the drama Effect.
Claire heard Neil's fidgeting voice behind.
"We have decided that you no longer need to endure us, no longer need to endure the shelter we provide you, no longer need to endure three meals, no longer need the care of my outstanding staff, no longer need my medical care, You no longer need the security and protection I provided for you. You are almost sixteen years old. You will get ZìYóu. Do you like it?" he asked. He smiled and waited. He has the patience of a fisherman. He puts the bait on the hook and then lets the fish swim towards you. This is a question he hopes to be answered, so he is content to wait. He leaned back in the chair.
"Yes, sir." Finally, Claire said, feeling the trap.
"Because I am a caring person, a dedicated person, and I care about those who are not as lucky as I am and not as happy as I am. I have found you a job as a nanny. Work. Honest work. I dare say that they will not be like I am equally tolerant of your many flaws, so you will have to try to deny your basic instincts and maintain your best performance at all times. If you can't stay in their work, I'm afraid you can only rely on yourself. You are ready for the challenge, are you?" He waited, making his smile bigger.
Claire nodded.
"That's it," he said. ""As long as you deal with a small matter, you can get rid of us. Once and for all. "He clapped his hands for emphasis." Your sterilization will be performed this afternoon. Once you are healthy, you will become your own woman. "
Claire felt as if she had just fallen off a cliff. "Disinfection?" She instinctively wrapped her arms around her waist.
"Of course," he said. "I am a responsible person, and as a responsible person, I am responsible to society. I must do my best to reduce the damage you will undoubtedly cause to society. I cannot let you leave here to reproduce."
He repeatedly chewed the last word, like a piece of cartilage on a napkin, and spit it out.
"Reproduction?" Claire breathed.
Old Dr. Neil Black said, "Idiopathic children breed low-energy children.". He shook his head, and tweeted. He looked around Claire, saw where Neil was sitting, and said more forcefully: "jìnv find jìnv!"
Old Dr. Black thought that the risk of sending Claire anywhere was too great, because she proved it time and time again. He arranged for a doctor friend of his to go to the institute for internal sterilization. Old Doctor Black is not the kind of person who makes friends. Speaking of friends, he refers to a person who has something on his body-a secret.
Dr. Black realized early on that it is more effective to hide one's failures in self-confidence than to release knowledge into the wilds of civilized society. A man will hide his family ugliness in the closet at all costs. Once the bones are removed, the initial explosion of life is very interesting to watch, but the old Dr. Black finds that it is disappointing that a person can adapt well and move on. Shame is a powerful motivator, a good carrot, an even better stick.
Old Doctor Black and Little Doctor Black found themselves in the simple waiting room, leaving Claire puzzled and lying tearful in the old Doctor Black's office. They waited for the arrival of Old Doctor Black's friend.
Neither of them would sit down.
They were pacing and stuffed in the room, which was a small electrostatic pistachio nuclear reactor. Neil clenched his fists in both hands and bowed in greeting, as if preparing to fight. Old Doctor Black said to himself. The two didn't talk to each other until the old Dr. Black finally exploded, and he couldn't help it anymore.
"I'm disappointed in you—" he stammered, paused again, and closed his eyes. "I just don't-I just don't understand. Are you willing to let that little bitch indulge you, please you, threaten your life's work, threaten my life's work?" He shook his head, covering his heart with his hand. He is short of breath. He leaned over, trying to control his breathing, trying to control his anger. He had never tried to control any emotions in his life, but the power of his anger even frightened him. It was like bile pouring out of his stomach, and he tasted a rotten sour taste in his mouth. He wanted to choke Neil by the neck, choke him to death, and punish him. "I have done so much for you, you ungrateful bastard!" He slammed the wall, leaving a fist-sized hole. He hit the wall again and punched another hole. One hole after another. Every time he digs a hole, he only feels a little better. What he really wanted to do was hit Neil's head against the wall, or punch a hole in Neil's face.
"She is different," Neal said. He leaned against the opposite wall and looked at his father carefully. He wanted to explain. He hoped his father would understand him.
""Why is it different? She asked you to insert your cock into her body? She is an incompetent like everyone else, only worse-she looks normal!"
"Stop." Neal said. When he closed his eyes, he could see Claire's horrified face. Her petite, sweet face-fear, pain, destruction. He never wanted her to be like that. She was alone in the next room, separated by a closed door. "She is not a stupid boy."
"I never considered you a fool," said the old Doctor Black. ""Maybe not the smartest child, but by no means a fool. You have to look like a man now. You need to do the right thing. "
Old Doctor Black strode across the room and vaguely saw Neil, who was only a few inches from his face. Neil could feel his father's breathing. He turned his back to his father.
"This is not the right decision. We can't treat her like this.".
"Right?!" Old Doctor Black grabbed Neil's upper arm and yanked him back, turning him around, making them stand side by side. Angry face against angry face.
"This is the only decision that needs to be made. This is our moral obligation. We are the stewards of society. We cannot allow criminals and incompetents to impose ourselves on the kind and hardworking people of this country. This is our duty. This is Your responsibilities must be fulfilled willingly."
Neil looked down at his feet; his father yanked him hard again. His grip was like a vise, and he held it tightly, imagining it was Neil's throat.
"do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Neal said.
When the operating room was ready and Dr. Blake’s friend Dr. Andrews was also ready, two male medical staff brought a gurney to the old Dr. Blake’s office.
"Thank you," said Old Doctor Black. "Leave it to us next."
Doctor Black waited until they walked down the corridor to the corner.
"Grab her," he ordered Neil.
Neil opened the door of his father's office. Claire sat in a chair. She didn't move, except for raising her leg. She put her arms around them and hugged her knees tightly. She lowered her head and leaned on her arm.
"K..." Neil cleared his throat, "Claire, it's time."
"Please don't do this to me," she asked, without looking up. She couldn't speak clearly with her arm.
"It's not that bad," Neal said.
"its not bad, right?"
"You never have to worry about taking care of your children. Believe me, they are a burden, especially for...
"For someone like me," Claire finished speaking to him. She stood up and faced him. "I don't want this Neil. Please help me. Please don't let him do this to me."
She looks so small, so fragile, and so beautiful. Her brown hair was rolled into a girl's bun.
"It's good for everyone," Neal said.
Claire closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could tell from his face and shoulders that he didn't want to believe it. She didn't look at him again. She followed him out the door and climbed onto the gurney. Her wrist was bound by leather, and when the old Dr. Black ordered her wrist to be tightened, she did not flinch. She spread her legs and allowed them to be tied up too. Maybe he is right. She will soon be ZìYóu, free from their shackles forever. At that moment she was willing to pay any price. At any price.
Grab her ankles and put them in the belt as lightly as possible. Her ankles are as fragile as a bird. Is she shrinking? Somehow, she looked smaller. a child. His stomach sank. a child. What did he do? He wanted to attract her attention, but she didn't want to look at him. Her skin felt cold under his hands. Not the burning skin he felt many times before.
sorry. I'm sorry, he said to himself, but he can't say these things out loud. After the work was finished, he stood up, she was safely tied up, and she began to push the gurney down the corridor. He pushed hard from under his feet, and his father pulled hard from the front.
Claire looked up at the ceiling, counting the lights, and they pushed her down the hallway. She had never looked at the ceiling before. It was as soft green as the wall, the lights flickered, and the glass cover looked as if someone hadn't taken them down and dusted them in a long time. She could see the dead body of the black fly on the glass lampshade, which became a silhouette under the bright yellow light.
7 lights. It took us 7 lights to reach the temporary operating room.
Dr. Andrews frowned. He is a person who is deeply dissatisfied with the current situation. It is true that the sterilization of prisoners of the Institute is becoming more and more common, but it is usually done in a very clear way. Everything that happens here seems to be casual. Turning the examination room into an operating room, the old doctor black stood in the corner, little doctor black's eye circles were red. None of this seems normal or right. Dr. Andrews had an ominous hunch that he felt that what he was going to do was wrong.
"Doctor Andrews," said Old Doctor Black. He shook his hand sincerely and patted his shoulder. "I'm so glad you came so quickly. How is Mrs. Andrews?" he asked.
The gonorrhea on his arm stung him, but Dr. Andrews restrained him from rubbing it. Old Doctor Black was six inches taller than Dr Andrews, and he was at least seventy pounds heavier. His body is very strong, and the gonorrhea on his arm is just a reminder of his physical fitness.
"Mrs. Andrews is fine, thank you," said Dr. Andrews.
""Where is her brother? How is he?" Old Doctor Black smiled. His voice sounded sincere, as if he really cared about Joseph Andrews' brother-in-law.
A red rash began to grow on the collar of Dr. Andrews' shirt.
"he's good."
"You two..." Old Doctor Black paused, "Are you still close?"
Dr. Andrews’ eyes quickly turned from the old Doctor Black to the Little Doctor Black, then to the old Doctor Black, and then to the little girl tied to the wheel.
"Is this the girl to be sterilized?" he asked.
Old Dr. Black sneered at the obvious shame of his question and Dr. Andrew's blatant change of topic.
"Yes," said Old Doctor Black.
Dr. Andrews cleared his throat. He is getting more and more uncomfortable. His face flushed, and his hands began to sweat.
"Standard sterilization," said Old Doctor Black.
"Of course," Andrews said. "I'm going to start the exam." He put on his glasses. "Are you willing to go for a walk?"
Neil walked towards the door.
"Let's stay," said Old Doctor Black. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)