City S, suburbs, Fourth People's Hospital.

The high walls firmly enclose the hospital with a wide area of ​​land, surrounded by reinforced concrete, and people outside can enter, but people inside can't get out.

There are very few patients who are sent to this hospital and can be picked up, and most of them will stay in it for the rest of their lives until they die.

Because why, because this is a psychiatric nursing home. The surrounding walls are built higher than the prison walls, and the security facilities to prevent patients from escaping are comparable to those of the prison.

Any mentally ill patient who was sent in would not even have a chance to escape unless his family was willing to take him back.

This special hospital has existed in City S for many years. Countless patients were sent in and finally carried out. Once in and out, it will be a lifetime.

An Zhisu lived in it for five years, and she had already seen numbness in such scenes. But she always knew that she would definitely be able to go out, it was just a matter of time.

Perhaps it was God's favor, An Zhisu lived obediently for five years, not crying or making trouble for five years, and cooperated with injections and taking medicine. Finally, five years later, she was told that she had recovered and could leave.

On a winter afternoon, the warm sun was coming, and the golden sunlight gently spread on An Zhisu's thin back. She stood in front of the thick iron gate of the hospital, waiting for the iron gate that had imprisoned her for five years to slowly open.

Dang...dang...dang...

The pulleys of the iron gate rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound, like a summer thunder, breaking through the tranquility of the afternoon.

A pair of feet in canvas shoes walked out of the door, looking up along their slender ankles, and their straight legs were wrapped in a pair of washed white jeans.

The style of jeans is a bit old, with a row of gorgeous embroidery embroidered from the knee to the pocket of the right leg. The exquisite pure hand-made embroidery is probably the most valuable part of this pair of pants.

Looking up, An Zhisu's waist was covered with a simple white sweater, pure like her face without a trace of blood.

The biting north wind passed through her weakened body, her hair was messy with the wind, and her delicate facial features were hidden between her hair. She could vaguely see her pale face, which was still sick, exuding a faint and cold look.

Doudu!

Outside the hospital gate, a white car was parked only ten meters away from An Zhisu. The owner of the car leaned against the door, as if he was impatient, so he reached out and pressed the steering wheel twice.

An Zhisu walked over with the other party's impatient horn sound, his steps were a little light. Ten meters away, in the blink of an eye, An Zhisu stretched out his arms and gave the visitor a strong hug.

"Good lady, I'm finally out."

Song Jiaren frowned her unhappy eyebrows and grabbed An Zhisu's back collar and opened the distance: "Don't talk to me in the tone you just released from prison, disgust."

An Zhisu nodded obediently and bowed: "Yes, my lawyer, thank you for taking the time to pick me up in your busy schedule. The great kindness and virtue are unforgettable, and you can only hold a carrot for the next life."

This made Song Jiaren feel comfortable and made a gesture: "Get into the car, you have not been infected with the lunatic for a long time. Your mind is clear and you can tell who your benefactor is."

An Zhisu got into the car as he said. As soon as he put on the seat belt, Song Jiaren, who had already started the car, threw a yellow file bag for her.

"You have all gotten your phone, wallet, passport, ID card, and driver's license." Song Jiaren is a lawyer and has always been in a hurry to act. Before An Zhisu came out, she had already helped her get these documents done.

"Did I want the jade pendant you brought?" An Zhisu opened the file bag and did not look at other things. The first thing was to find what was most important to her.

"The jade pendant is not there, it is in the drawer in front of you." Song Jiaren pointed at the car drawer in front of her with an empty hand.

An Zhisu nodded and pulled apart, took out a brocade box from it, opened it, and a round jade pendant lay inside. It was the simplest jade ring style, and it looked valuable, but for An Zhisu now, this is her most precious thing.

An Zhisu put the jade pendant in his palm, held it tightly, and looked at the scenery that was constantly regressing outside the car window. After a long time, he seemed to finally make up his mind, and the voice seemed to come from the distant sky: "Good lady, send me to the prosperous consortium."
Chapter completed!