inferior possession

Chapter 76

Ward 407 is in the northwest direction, not facing the sun, and it is very dark. The further you go to the end of the building, the more deserted it becomes.

The corridor between the inpatient building and the office building is connected, but it is not at all obvious that they belong to the same hospital.

As soon as he stepped into the door of the inpatient building, Li Jie shivered, and the tip of his nose caught a trace of peculiar smell, mixed with the smell of rotting plants and fermented toilets, which was particularly disgusting.

Duan Congzhen didn't respond. He looked up at the building with mottled walls. The hard soles of his shoes stepped on the floor, and the sound echoed in the corridor.

Duan Congzhen turned his head, "Go and see the laboratory here."

"It's okay." Li Jie frowned, and wiped the tip of his nose with his fingers, "It's just that the smell here is too strange..."

"I don't care if you are okay or not." Duan Congzhen said, "I will let you investigate the whereabouts of the original medicine."

"What about you?" Li Jie was a little taken aback.

"On vacation." Duan Congzhen said.

Li Jie was taken aback, looked at Duan Congzhen coldly, and after a while, clicked his tongue, "What the hell am I expecting from you?"

"Go." Duan Congzhen patted him on the shoulder.

Li Jie sideways avoided his hand, Duan Congzhen didn't feel annoyed at all, shook out a cigarette and bit it, and turned around slowly.

The rooms on the fourth floor were closed, as if no patients had been arranged to check in. The door of 407 was ajar, but it could be seen from the outside that no one had set foot there for a long time.

Duan Congzhen lowered his eyes, looked at the rusty door lock, raised his eyebrows with a cigarette in his mouth, looked up at the monitor, then retracted his gaze, and kicked open the door of 407.

Dust fell off the door frame, and Duan Congzhen couldn't dodge it in time. He hit his head and coughed.

Cursing secretly, Duan Congzhen raised his hand and waved away the floating dust, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear.

The ward was very old, the concrete floor was not paved, and the wall skin was soaked in water and peeled off, mottled like rust.

There was a bed in the corner with an old and dusty mattress.

As soon as he entered the room, the rotten and damp smell came over his face, and Duan Congzhen rarely frowned.

The throat felt a little uncomfortable, Duan Congzhen raised his hand, wiped the tip of his nose, and coughed lightly.

There is a window in the ward. Standing by the window and looking down, you can just see half of the gate of Dongqingshan and the road leading to the gate.

The road outside Dongqingshan Gate was rarely passed by pedestrians, and the road was even more deserted. Duan Congzhen stood by the window for 3 minutes, not even a bird passed by.

This window seemed to be dead, lifeless, and no living things could be seen.Even a person like Duan Congzhen felt overwhelmed after staying in such a room for a while.

I don't know how the man stayed here for seven years.

The corners of his lips were slightly pursed, Duan Congzhen's eyes were deep, he lowered his eyes slightly, lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the window frame.

The window frame is wooden, and it is full of scratches, not deep, but densely covered the entire frame.Duan Congzhen thought for a moment, flexed his fingers, and scratched on the window frame, and a new, identical mark appeared in an instant.

Slightly taken aback, Duan Congzhen looked at the dense finger marks on the window frame, with a rare look of astonishment in his eyes.

The fingertips were attached to the wooden window frame, and the undulating scratches felt strange to the touch, as if they were freshly engraved.

Scanning the window frame from the corner of the eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something different on the low wall. Duan Congzhen was slightly startled, and slowly knelt down.

Move your gaze down, where you can see, on the gray and white wall, among the mottled and ugly traces, faint scratches are almost mixed, but Duan Congzhen can still easily distinguish them.

His name was written, how could he not recognize it.

His eyes paused, Duan Congzhen frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand to stroke the blurred writing on the wall, and the moment his fingertips touched it, the dust fell off.

Duan Congzhen was stunned, looking at the increasingly blurred traces under his fingers, his fingers curled slightly, and subconsciously withdrew his hands.

Dazed, suddenly remembered Ji Lu's words.

"I wanted to die there several times, but when I thought of you, I didn't want to die at all."

The man's hoarse and gentle voice seemed to ring in his ears, with a slight tremor and flattery, it was obviously so hot, but it was kept very low, and it didn't show it, as if he was afraid of pushing him away.

Looking up, the sky outside the window is blue, and the wires pass through the top of the head, dividing the sky into two parts.

Duan Congzhen squatted on his knees, staring at the traces on the wall that were deepened over and over again, but gradually blurred under the corrosion of time, his eyes dimmed.

When I lived here, even the deer felt very bored, sitting by the window, but couldn't see any living things, writing his name on the wall boredly, as if the only hope in the deep night.

Duan Congzhen was in a daze, his eyes lost focus, and then he suddenly came back to his senses, his hands propped on the wall were slightly clenched into fists, and the veins in his arms were slowly bulging.

Clenching his fists against the wall, Duan Congzhen's complexion gradually darkened, his brows raised a little sad, and his eyes suddenly became cloudy.

With his forehead resting on his fist, Duan Congzhen controlled his breathing, and pressed his arms tightly against his painful lower abdomen. He felt as if an electric current was surging in his abdominal cavity, and he was sweating coldly.

Clinging to the window frame with his backhand, Duan Congzhen's face was pale, his knees lost strength, and he slid to the floor, almost kneeling, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Duan Congzhen."

There was a distant call from outside the door, it was Li Jie, but Duan Congzhen had no time to take care of it, he gritted his teeth, the smell of blood filled his throat, he lowered his head, looking at the gray mist in front of his eyes, looking at the handwriting that was becoming clearer in front of him, the words on his chest It seems to be blocked by something, and the foreign body sensation is extremely strong.

"Duan Congzhen!"

The sound is getting closer.In Duan Congzhen's ears, it seemed like there was a layer of water behind it. It was superficial and couldn't be heard clearly.

"Brother Duan, the teacher taught us to write today, and I wrote down your name."

"Brother Duan, are you sick? You look so pale."

"Brother Duan, I sneaked out of the hospital. Don't blame me. Auntie said you were sick. I am very worried about you."

"Brother Duan..."

"Brother Duan..."

"...Brother Duan! Don't forget me! You must remember me!"

The noise in his mind became more and more noisy. Duan Congzhen grabbed the window frame, exerted force unconsciously with his palms, and even heard the sound of wood being squeezed and broken.

Duan Congzhen closed his eyes, his brows furrowed, and the more it hurt, the tighter his palms gripped, the wooden sticks pierced deeply into his skin, and the pain was burning, but he couldn't let go.

"Duan Congzhen!"

There was an exclamation from behind, followed by the sound of footsteps from far to near.

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Lying in the back of the carriage, Duan Congzhen looked at the roof of the car, breathing calmly, his thin lips were still bloodless, and his complexion was not very good.

Li Jie looked at him from the rearview mirror, pursed his lips a little hesitantly, and drove the car to the hospital.

After a while, Li Jie opened his mouth.

"What's the matter with you? Are you injured?"

Duan Congzhen turned his head to look at him, his eyes were flat, "Do you look like it?"

Li Jie rolled his eyes, "What the hell happened to you?"

"Beating." Duan Congzhen said.

Li Jie was slightly stunned, then burst out laughing, his words were mocking, "Is there such a thing in this world? Is there anyone else who can beat you?"

"Too many." Duan Congzhen replied.

Seeing that he didn't mean to say more, Li Jie couldn't force a dying patient into the hospital and led him to the emergency room.

Li Jie helped him to register and pay the money. Duan Congzhen seemed to stay out of the matter, his eyes were calm, his face was expressionless, and there was no disturbance at all.

Lying on the bed, Duan Congzhen tilted his head, watched the doctor come in, put on his gloves, lifted his clothes, reached into his abdomen and pressed gently, "Stomach pain?"

Duan Congzhen raised his eyes lightly, and looked at him coldly, "Are you sick?"

The doctor was taken aback by what he said.

"Are you a pediatrician?" Duan Congzhen asked again.

The doctor was still dumbfounded.

Duan Congzhen glanced at him without hiding his disgust, "A three-year-old child will have a stomachache. It's a colic in the lower abdomen."

The doctor pursed his lower lip and nodded, "Okay. Sir, have you ever had a medical history before?"

"No."

"Did you eat any stimulating food?"

"No."

"Has this part been injured again?"

"Yes." Duan Congzhen hesitated for a moment, then said, "Been kicked. There are bruises, but they have disappeared for a long time."

The doctor recorded his condition on the list and asked many questions repeatedly, until Duan Congzhen got a little impatient, so he asked him to take a film to see.

"So what's the reason?" Duan Congzhen frowned slightly.

The doctor showed embarrassment and shrugged slightly, "I can't see it yet, I need to take a film to find out."

Duan Congzhen stared at him, his eyes questioning, and after a while, he nodded, "OK."

After the filming came out, Duan Congzhen leaned against the table without sitting down, just waiting for the doctor to watch the film.

The doctor looked at it for a while, then said slowly with some hesitation, "From the film..."

Duan Congzhen stared at him with a sense of oppression, waiting for him to finish.

The doctor looked up, "You're fine."

Duan Congzhen didn't expect this situation, and frowned slightly, "What do you mean?"

"Judging from the film, there is nothing special about your abdomen, it is quite healthy."

"Then why does it hurt?" Duan Congzhen was a little annoyed, "And it's very frequent, there's no reason, it keeps repeating."

"But judging from the film, there is really no problem. The blood test is also normal." The doctor rubbed his forehead, a little tired, and said in embarrassment, "Physiologically, it seems that there is indeed no problem——"

"What do you mean?" Duan Congzhen interrupted him, he was impatient and his voice was irritated.

"It means, if you are really in pain, and the pain is persistent and recurring, then I suggest..." The doctor pointed to the door, "You can go to the psychiatrist or the psychological department upstairs—"

"What do you mean?" Duan Congzhen interrupted again.

"The psychiatrist will check whether the lower abdominal pain is your hallucination, and the psychological department will check whether it is caused by psychological reasons. Anyway, you have no organ diseases."

Duan Congzhen didn't speak, and looked at him silently, his eyes were cold and indifferent, so deep that no emotion could be seen.

After a long time, he opened his lips lazily, "I have no history of mental illness."

"Then turn right upstairs to the psychology department." The doctor said immediately, feeling a little palpitated by his tough aura, "Sometimes psychological problems will cause physiological reactions."

Duan Congzhen squinted his eyes, put his palm on his lower abdomen, calmly asked, "What do you mean?"

"That is to say, your abdominal pain may be psychogenic," said the doctor, "caused by being too sad."

Duan Congzhen's eyes froze, his eyes became sharp, and his voice became cold, "I'm not sad."

"Subconscious things, who can say for sure?" The doctor handed him the medical record, "Think about what troubles you have recently? Work is not going well? Or you are broken in love..."

Duan Congzhen was looking at the medical records, when he heard this, his eyes froze, he suddenly raised his eyes, and pierced the doctor's eyes.

"What did you say?" he asked coldly.