The prince of heaven only wants salted fish

The inpatient building of Yan'an Nursing Home only has six floors in total. According to what others said, the quiet room where Chi Xiaohe would be locked up to "calm down" is on the fifth floor. What is the sixth floor for? Jicheng Lairen During the three days in An Sanatorium, I really didn’t understand it.

But looking at the uniform reactions of the people around me, I could tell with just my toes that it wouldn't be a good place.

The two tall nursing staff at the door were looking at each other with eager eyes. In this situation, it was obviously useless to delay deliberately. Jicheng calmly put down the book in his hand and stood up - patients were not allowed to use mobile phones or surf the Internet in this shabby nursing home. There was little entertainment to do, so in order to pass the time, Jicheng borrowed Hu Zhang's books and read them.

When he followed the nurse out the door, Yu Yiyi stood up, patted Jicheng's shoulder hard, and said the most sincere words she had spoken since Jicheng was admitted to the hospital: "Go well, take care!"

His Royal Highness: "..."

Isn't this really a farewell to him?

Just like the day Jicheng was admitted to the hospital, two caregivers sandwiched him one after another, fearing that Jicheng would try to escape.

The three of them lined up in a row and went up to the sixth floor. Judging from the corridor, it was not much different from the layout of the wards on the second floor. However, the entire corridor was filled with an unpleasant smell. Every room door was closed tightly along the way. But you can vaguely hear the noise inside - it seems like someone is moaning.

Jicheng calmly followed the leading nurse through, came to one of the doors, and pushed it open. The man in the white coat who came to inform Jicheng was already waiting there.

There was no one else in this room, and the layout was very simple—a desk and chair, a treatment bed with restraints, and a set of instruments connected to various wires.

The man in the white coat was leaning in front of the desk and chair, looking at what looked like a medical case on the plastic splint in his hand: "2034, severe depression, right?"

Jicheng looked at the furnishings in the treatment room and nodded indifferently: "What?"

The white coat said in an indifferent tone: "After your treatment in our sanatorium these days, we believe that medication and consultation are not very effective on your condition, so we decided to take some more effective treatment measures."

He walked to the instrument, fiddled with the long patch connected to it, then turned it on and adjusted the numerical range on it.

"Come on the bed."

Ji Cheng raised his eyebrows and walked to the bed - next to the man in the white coat who was playing with the machine.

He raised the corners of his lips and said in a gentle tone: "Excuse me, what kind of treatment is this?"

The white coat was still lowering his head to adjust the equipment - otherwise he would definitely have seen the playful smile on Jicheng's face - but at this time he was not aware of it, and even explained with a slightly proud tone: "This is a sanatorium The most technologically advanced treatment equipment introduced uses electroshock therapy, which is very effective in treating severe depression.”

"Electricity, shock, treatment, method?" Jicheng repeated these four words playfully, and then asked, "But how come I heard that formal electric shock therapy is not like this? Doesn't it require anesthesia? Where is the anesthesiologist?"

"And your equipment looks very old. Will there be any problems during treatment?"

He spat out a series of questions in rapid succession, which made the white coat very impatient: "Why do you need so much nonsense to treat you? Hire an anesthesiologist? Do you have the money? It would be great to have conditions like our sanatorium!"

"Okay, okay, you have a lot of problems," the white coat turned his head impatiently, "Hurry up and lie down on the treatment bed, Xiao Li and Xiao Wang, help 2034 put the restraints on so that he won't struggle when he is electrocuted later. ——”

The next second he was punched hard in the stomach!

"ah!!"

The white coat bent over in pain. Before he could say anything, someone picked him up by the collar and dragged him towards the window.

The windows of this treatment room are not specially sealed like the wards downstairs. For ventilation reasons, this window is even wider than the windows in ordinary residential buildings.

The consequence of this was that Jicheng, in his white coat, could easily hang one hand by the window, and the wind from the sixth floor made his face hurt.

The two caregivers who were standing by and had nothing to do finally realized what they were doing. They were stunned and wanted to take action. However, due to the current positions of Jicheng and Bai Dacoa, they did not dare to act rashly: "2034!"

Jicheng smiled and said: "Here he is."

The smaller half of his body in the white coat was pushed out of the window by Jicheng. Looking at the lush and branchy bushes downstairs, he stammered: "W-what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" Jicheng raised his eyebrows and pushed him out a little more, "Isn't it obvious?"

He smiled brightly and turned to the two caregivers who wanted to step forward but were afraid of the "hostages" in their hands: "Tell me, should I push him down faster, or should you rush up and subdue me faster?"

The man in the white coat was so frightened that he almost peed: "You! 2034! I, I'm warning you! Murder is against the law!!"

"You are committing murder deliberately! You, you killed me, and you will pay for it with your life!"

Jicheng said earnestly: "Look what you said, am I not suffering from severe depression? I have reached the point where I need electric shock treatment. Isn't it normal for me to be mentally abnormal and have aggressive behavior?"

"Or," he suggested, "How about you call the police?"

Call the police? Who here dares to call the police?

The white coat knew what was going on - this 2034 was simply sent here by his relatives who wanted to "torture" him in the sanatorium. He had a terrible depression! If they really called the police, they would either have to prove that 2034 was mentally normal and shouldn't have appeared in the sanatorium, or they would not explain that his depression was fake. If he really killed himself in a fit of rage, they would have no place to appeal!

The two nurses also looked at each other. Although they didn't know as much about the truth as the white coat, they also knew that according to Ji Cheng's diagnosis of "severe depression", the police would not be able to do anything.

Ji Cheng lowered his hand holding the white coat a little more.

So this time the white coat burst into tears instantly: "Let's talk it over! Brother, let's talk it over!"

"You don't want to be treated! That's easy to talk about!"

Ji Cheng said, "Huh?"

The white coat cried in the wind and nodded frantically - now most of his body was hanging outside, and he couldn't find a reliable point to use his body. If Ji Cheng let go, he would definitely die: "This is a sanatorium, not a prison. We can discuss whatever you want to do!"

"If you don't want to be treated, we won't do it. If you want to change the diagnosis and discharge, I will try to talk to the dean. Maybe there is still hope!"

If the diagnosis is changed, he will call the police immediately. This 2034 is too dangerous!

Ji Cheng said a long "Oh," "I don't want it."

The white coat: "?"

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Ji Cheng smiled: "Everyone here is talented, and what they say is nice and interesting. I don't want to leave."

White coat: "???"

He trembled and said: "Then, then we won't leave?" Please, brother, pull me back first! !

Ji Cheng showed a thoughtful expression: "Okay, then let's get some fresh air here."

White coat: "???"

Just at this moment, two caregivers seized the opportunity, one rushed over to control Ji Cheng, and the other went straight to the white coat, wanting to save the person before Ji Cheng let go!

However, Ji Cheng's reaction was much faster than theirs. Before the two caregivers rushed over, he had already hooked the collar of the white coat and pulled the person back, and then followed the inertia to throw the white coat out directly!

Double kill!

After a clang, His Royal Highness walked out of the sixth floor treatment room in an elegant manner, leaving the room in a mess, as well as a white coat and two nurses, who were holding their stomachs and rolling on the floor wailing.

I don’t know if it’s because the sixth floor is high and it’s tiring to climb the stairs, there are no nurses or doctors on the entire sixth floor.

So when Ji Cheng hung his white coat outside the window just now, no one came to support him. After he walked out, the entire corridor was still empty, with only screams echoing in the corridor.

Ji Cheng was not worried that the three people might recover their fighting power or call someone up. He didn’t rush downstairs to the ward. He stayed on the sixth floor and checked other rooms one by one.

Except for the toilets at both ends of the corridor, only a few room doors on the sixth floor can be opened. These rooms that can be opened are treatment rooms: a set of office desks and chairs, a treatment bed, and "treatment instruments" of various shapes.

It would be more appropriate to describe them as torture instruments rather than therapeutic instruments. There was even dried blood on the floor of a treatment room in the doors that Ji Cheng opened. It was not hard to imagine what had happened there, but it was hard to imagine.

No wonder Yu Yiyi and the others looked so different when they heard Ji Cheng go up to the sixth floor.

As for the rooms that could not be opened, there was a small transparent glass window on the door of these rooms or on the wall on one side of the corridor. Although they could not enter, they could roughly see the situation inside through the window.

All of these rooms were filled with "patients" living in the sanatorium.

However, unlike the patients in the wards downstairs who had some freedom of movement, these "patients" in the rooms on the sixth floor were directly tied to the bed with iron chains.

Tied with chains, there were no nurses or doctors on the sixth floor, and their eating, drinking, defecating and urinating could not be guaranteed, so looking inside from the window, the entire ward was so dirty and messy that it was horrible. Some of them were still struggling and shouting, or sitting in the filth with obvious mental disorders and grinning foolishly, but there were also some who were exhausted and collapsed on the chained beds as if they were dead.

If it weren't for his mental power that could still sense the remaining breath of these "patients".

Ji Cheng scanned these rooms one by one, and his eyes became colder and colder.

Now he roughly knew where the meals packed in disposable lunch boxes by the caregivers were sent every day. He also knew where the faint unpleasant smell and the faint groaning just now came from.

In the world of heaven and earth, most of the small worlds are dominated by humans, but the human race is also quite interesting. Obviously, everyone comes from the same source, some people live comfortably and noble, while others are not as good as a pig waiting to be slaughtered.