"...Auntie?"
The woman looked towards the source of the voice, her black and white eyes were not bright at all.
Nan Qi couldn't even be sure if the other party saw him, let alone guess whether she recognized him.
But he recognized her.
This woman who has been tortured to the point of being out of shape by mental illness is his aunt, Yan Jin's biological mother, Du Yirou.
The youngest daughter of the Du family, a daughter born with a pearl in her mouth, this woman who should have lived a happy and carefree life spent the best years of her life in this dark place.
"Doctor, please don't get too close. This patient is very aggressive. Be careful not to be accidentally injured."
Nan Qi's voice was very soft, the little nurse didn't hear what he was saying, but just reminded him kindly.
"Offensive..." Nan Qi repeated, as if he couldn't understand the meaning of this word.
"Recently, the situation has gotten better. Two months ago, it was more serious. Several people couldn't hold it back. It usually looks good, but when you go crazy, you're like a crazy woman."
Nan Qi subconsciously shook his head.
No matter what, he couldn't connect that gentle and pleasant woman back then with the "crazy woman".
He also couldn't connect the aunt who was painting an entire garden with a paintbrush with the ghostly body in front of him.
"Do you have any medical records?" Nan Qi asked.
"The medical records of these patients cannot be checked casually, only the dean has the authority, but..."
The little nurse hesitated for a while, and then said, "If Dr. Chu wants to see it, I can go and get it for you."
"Isn't it only the dean who has authority?"
"Recently, the archives are being sorted out and updated. The archives can be obtained now, but only for a short while, and they must be returned immediately."
"Thank you, sorry for the trouble."
"It doesn't matter."
After the little nurse left, only Nan Qi and Du Yirou were left in the room.
When talking to the little nurse just now, Nan Qi stood up, looking back now, I only felt that Du Yirou's eyes were still the same as before, stagnating in mid-air with no focus, completely unresponsive to what happened outside .
These eyes are like a pool of lifeless stagnant water, and this body is like a rotten piece of dead wood.
Nan Qi squatted down again.
"Auntie, do you remember me?"
Du Yirou didn't respond.
Nanqi repeated it.
Still no response.
"Auntie, can you understand what I'm saying?"
Du Yirou didn't reply.
Nan Qi took out a small bouquet of lavender from his pocket and handed it to Du Yirou.
The small flower buds are swaying, and the lavender petals were once the most beautiful wreath.
The sound of spring water is lingering.
"Flowers..." Du Yirou finally said the first sentence: "Is it for Xiaorou?"
This half-century-old woman who has washed away her youth and mortal world speaks like a young girl.
"yes."
Nan Qi handed the bouquet to Du Yirou's skinny hand.
"So lovely."
"Auntie, do you know who I am?"
Du Yirou took a serious look at Nanqi, and then suddenly realized:
"I know, you are Qingqing."
Nan Qi shook his head and said, "My name is Nan Qi, your nephew. You often visited me when you were young. There is a piece of lavender planted by you yourself in the courtyard of your house."
"Ah, I know you, you are Yi Xue's child."
Du Yixue is the name of Nan Qi's mother, Nan Qi was very happy to hear this name from Du Yirou.
Even though he didn't know exactly what happened back then, when Nan Qi saw Du Yirou, his heart sank completely.
After staying in this kind of place for so many years, no matter whether he was a normal person or not, he has been driven crazy now.
Nan Qi almost didn't dare to think about what would happen to him and Yan Jin anymore. Right now, he just wanted to know the extent of Du Yirou's condition, and wanted to take her out of this place desperately.
The environment of Shuixia Third Hospital is indeed very good, there is no shortage of various resources, and the medical staff can also be seen to be experienced, but no matter how good the external conditions are, this is a mental hospital.
Even if all the material needs can be met, will the spirit still be fragmented by it
Nan Qi can't forgive Yan Jin for leaving Du Yirou in this place for so many years. No matter what the reason is, Du Yirou is his mother and the one who gave him life.
Now, seeing that Du Yirou can still remember some things from that year, Nan Qi felt that the infinite guilt and sadness in his heart were slightly relieved.
But only a little bit, as insignificant as a small corner of the tip of an iceberg melted by the sun.
"Yes, Du Yixue is my mother."
"Yixue's children are all this old..."
Du Yirou stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to caress Nan Qi's cheek, but she miscalculated the distance between the two, and finally just waved her hand to the air.
Nan Qi held Du Yirou's hand with both hands.
He finally discovered that the reason why Du Yirou's eyes could not focus may not be a mental problem anymore.
She was about to lose sight, and the world was no longer what it was originally in her eyes.
"Auntie..."
Nan Qi suppressed the sadness in his heart, and asked word by word:
"Who made you look like this?"
Du Yirou slowly tilted her head, this shy gesture unique to girls, made by her, is indescribably weird and twisted.
But Nan Qi doesn't dislike it at all. In his eyes, Du Yirou is still the unbelievably beautiful woman back then. Dancing in a beautiful sea of flowers.
"Auntie, who made you like this, who..."
Nan Qi desperately wants to know an answer, but he is extremely afraid of the answer.
Du Yirou shook her head, not sure if she was answering Nanqi, or if she couldn't understand the question.
"Auntie..."
Nan Qi grabbed Du Yirou's receding shoulders, his throat was rough, and his voice was hoarse as if he was talking with gravel:
"Is it... Yan Jin? It's for the property of the Du family..."
A shrill scream came from Du Yirou's mouth, like a dying thorn bird singing the last song of life.
The word "Yan Jin" was like a switch, which opened the shackles of this woman's control over madness.
Nan Qi was frightened by Du Yirou's screaming, and subconsciously let go of his hand. Unexpectedly, the next second, Du Yirou rolled off the wheelchair, and the wheelchair was overturned and fell heavily to the ground. , making a piercing sharp sound.
"Monster, monster, die, die—"
Du Yirou was lying on the ground with her hair disheveled, screaming and cursing, and frantically hitting the ground with her fists, her bones groaned and her fingertips were covered with blood, but she didn't feel the pain at all, and continued to self-mutilate.
"Auntie, Auntie!?"
Nanqi was only a few seconds late, and Du Yirou had already smashed his hands to pieces. Before he could stop Du Yirou, he was pushed aside by the opponent's sudden burst of strength.
Sirens blasted in my ears.
The pain from hitting the back of the head against the head of the bed was nothing compared to the severe pain in my heart.
Nan Qi watched helplessly as a group of heavily armed medical staff rushed into the room to set up Du Yirou, gave her an injection of unknown medicine in a familiar way, and then tied her to the bed very roughly.
Regardless of Du Yirou's struggle, he pressed down on her limbs forcefully and stuffed them into the leather, not at all like treating a human being, but like tying up an animal waiting to be slaughtered.
"Doctor Chu, are you okay?"
The little nurse rushed over with some things, and said with concern: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have left you here alone, this crazy woman has behaved pretty well these two days, I thought she wouldn't do it again, Really sorry."
"It's okay." Nan Qi forced a smile.
"This time I got sick suddenly, hey, it's getting worse..." The little nurse muttered, and then said to Nan Qi: "She needs to deal with it, let's go out and wait."
These people who broke into the room are professional in dealing with patients with seizures, and they are professional in dealing with these crazy patients.
Nan Qi wanted to stay, but he really didn't have the courage to do so.
Especially when he saw someone took a piece of gauze and blocked Du Yirou's mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue and killing herself.
He even began to have auditory hallucinations in his ears, and he heard the woman who could no longer speak, crying terribly.
Nan Qi followed the little nurse out of the ward.
"This is the medical record, Dr. Chu, you should read it now..."
The little nurse realized that Nan Qi's mood was wrong in the middle of her speech, quickly realized what was going on, and then added: "Do not worry, Doctor Chu, this patient often gets sick, it is not your fault, you just came to us Hospital, so I may not be used to the style here, most patients get sick anytime and anywhere, so those people are always guarding, don't worry, nothing will happen."
"We need to treat the wound..." Nan Qi murmured.
"What?" The little nurse didn't hear clearly.
"The wound, the wound on her hand."
"Ah, is it serious, did you scratch your wrist?" The little nurse was a little nervous.
"No, but the joints..."
"That's okay, she gets hurt a lot."
The little nurse didn't seem to care whether Du Yirou was injured or not: "If there is a lot of bleeding, you have to pay attention. This patient is a very, very rare panda blood, type ab, and the stock is too small."
"What blood type?"
"Rh negative blood, our hospital has too little stock, so it's very troublesome..."