The high walls tightly encircle the hospital, which covers an extensive area, in reinforced concrete. People from outside can get in, but people inside can't get out.
Of the patients who are sent to this hospital, very few can be taken out. Most of the patients will stay there throughout their lives until they die.
Why, because this is a psychiatric sanatorium. The surrounding walls are higher than those of a prison, and the security facilities to prevent patients from escaping are comparable to those of a prison.
Any mentally ill patient who is sent in will not even have a chance to escape unless his family is willing to take him back.
This special hospital has existed in S city for many, many years. Countless patients have been sent in and finally carried out. Once in and out, it lasts a lifetime.
An Zhisu has lived there for five years, and she has become numb after seeing scenes like this. But she always knows that she will be able to get out, it is just a matter of time.
Perhaps because of God's favor, An Zhisu lived there obediently for five years. She did not cry or fuss for five years, and cooperated with injections and medicines. Finally, five years later, she was told that her spirit had recovered and she could leave.
In the winter afternoon, the warm sun was shining brightly, and the golden sunlight shone gently on An Zhisu's thin back. She stood in front of the heavy iron door of the hospital, waiting for the iron door that had imprisoned her for five years to slowly open.
Dang...dang...
The pulleys of the iron gate rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound, like a summer thunder, piercing the tranquility of the afternoon.
A pair of feet wearing canvas shoes walked out of the door. Looking up along the slender ankles, the straight legs were wrapped in a pair of washed white jeans.
The style of the jeans is a bit old-fashioned, and there is a row of gorgeous embroidery on the right leg from the knee to the pocket. The exquisite hand-made embroidery is probably the most valuable thing about these pants.
Looking further up, An Zhisu's unbearable waist was covered by a simple white sweater, as pure as her face, without a trace of blood.
The biting north wind passed through her weakened body. Her hair was messy in the wind, and her exquisite facial features were hidden in the silk. Her pale little face, still sickly, could be vaguely seen, exuding indifference and coldness.
look.
Toot!
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 with waiting, and reached out and pressed twice on the steering wheel.
An Zhisu walked over to the other party's impatient horn sound, his steps a little brisk. The distance of ten meters was reached in the blink of an eye. An Zhisu stretched out his arms and gave the visitor a firm hug.
"Beauty, I'm finally out."
Song Jiaren frowned and frowned, and pulled An Zhisu's back collar away from her: "Don't talk to me with the tone of voice you just released after serving your sentence. I'm disgusted."
An Zhisu nodded obediently and bowed: "Yes, my barrister, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to come pick me up. It's such a great kindness that I will never forget, and I will have to wear a grass ring in my next life."
Song Jiaren felt comfortable after hearing this, and made a gesture: "Get in the car, assuming you haven't been infected by the psychopath for a long time, your brain is still clear enough to distinguish who is your benefactor."
An Zhisu got into the car as she was told, and as soon as she fastened her seat belt, Song Jiaren, who had already started the car, threw a yellow leather portfolio to her.
"Mobile phones, wallets, passports, ID cards, and driver's licenses are all ready for you." Song Jiaren is a lawyer and has always been fast-moving. Before An Zhisu came out, she had already helped An Zhisu get these documents.
"Have you brought the jade pendant I asked you to bring?" An Zhisu opened the file bag and did not look at other things. The first thing she did was to look for the things that were most important to her.
"The jade pendant isn't there, it's in the drawer in front of you." Song Jiaren pointed at the car drawer in front of her with her free hand.
An Zhisu nodded and pulled it open, taking out a brocade box from inside. When he opened the brocade box, there was a round jade pendant lying inside. It was the simplest jade ring style. It didn't look valuable, but to An Zhisu now, this was
Her most precious thing.
An Zhisu put the jade pendant in his hand and held it tightly, looking at the scenery receding outside the car window. After a long time, he seemed to finally make up his mind, and his voice seemed to come from the distant sky: "Beauty, send me to the prosperous age.