Xiao Ling carefully drew a short horizontal line on the wall on one side with his fingernails.

After repeated several times, a horizontal line was left on the snow-white wall, and the lines depicted before formed the word "全".

Adding the previous four characters "典" and there are a total of five characters "典" on the wall.

Draw one stroke every day, and the five characters "典" represent twenty-five days.

This was his 25th day in the mental hospital.

He doesn't have a cell phone, a watch, and he doesn't even know the exact time at this moment.

In this snow-white ward, the time is determined based on the three meals a day and the number of times you take medicine, and the word "六" is secretly engraved on the wall to calculate the day.

More than a month ago, the long-distance bus he was riding in was in a car accident. Except for him, the other twenty-eight people, including the driver, died. He was the only survivor of the accident.

He suffered head damage in the car accident, and after waking up, he developed serious sequelae. He began to see all kinds of strange and terrible scenes, his mood was in a state of extreme unstable state. Finally, twenty-five days ago, he was forced to be sent to this mental hospital for treatment.

Xiao Ling didn't know if he was really mentally ill. He felt that he had normal thinking, but he could really see many terrifying and weird things that were incomprehensible.

For example, at this moment, he saw a ball of light floating outside the window on one side of the ward.

This light ball is about the size of a basketball. There is a white little man in the nearly transparent light ball, struggling and twisting in the light ball.

Xiao Ling could vaguely see the white little man opening his mouth, as if he was calling something, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the white light ball.

In a trance, Xiao Ling suddenly felt that the white little man looked familiar and seemed to have seen him somewhere.

After thinking about it carefully, I finally remembered that the white little man's face looked like a cleaner in a hospital. He had entered his ward to clean it. He had a little impression that the nurse and the doctor called him Lao Wu.

When Xiao Ling first saw these strange scenes, he was filled with fear. He said to everyone, screaming desperately. Unfortunately, everyone looked at him with pity on his face, believing that he was a very serious hysteria and a kind of mental illness. In the end, he was sent to a mental hospital.

After so many days of forced treatment, Xiao Ling became a little numb. At least when he saw this strange ball of light and villain, he became very quiet. He just watched silently, no longer shouting, nor would he tell anyone.

He understood that only in this way could the doctor think that he was emotionally stable, and the treatment was effective, and he would have the opportunity to leave this damn mental hospital.

Suddenly, a big hand appeared outside the window.

This big hand opened, bigger than the entire window.

This hand was pale and had no blood color, like a thin piece of white paper cut.

Although this is not the first time I have seen it, Xiao Ling still feels cold in his heart, and a chill comes out deep in his back.

He knew the reason why this pale big hand appeared.

The two fingers of this big hand twisted the floating white light ball between the two huge fingers.

After being twisted by this huge finger, the light ball was twisting and fluctuating. The white little man trapped in it felt even more painful, as if he was shouting desperately, but unfortunately, no sound came out.

Xiao Ling tilted his head, his eyes dulled, just staring blankly at everything that happened outside the window.

Seeing the pale big hand closing, he finally left with the white light ball and the white little man inside, and disappeared outside the window.

Suddenly, someone was running outside, and it seemed like someone was calling something.

"Come on, something happened to Lao Wu-"

"What's going on?" someone else shouted.

"Old Wu just fell down the stairs and seemed to be in a coma-"

I vaguely heard the intermittent screams, and the outside seemed a little confused.

Xiao Ling heard it in his ears, and then inexplicably showed a strange smile.

No wonder he thought that the white little man looked like the cleaner Lao Wu. It turned out that something happened to him, and he could even judge that Lao Wu was dead.

This is not the first time he has seen this situation.

When the white villain who looked like someone was taken away by his big hand, the man died and no one could save him.

Is this an illusion or a sign, and why is it so accurate every time?

Xiao Ling reached out and stroked his forehead, feeling that his mental illness was even worse.

The next day, news came, and Xiao Ling's guess came true. Lao Wu fell downstairs and suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. He was unable to save him and died.

Xiao Lingze didn't say anything. Now he has learned his lesson and will never tell anyone anything bizarre and strange. He knows that once he says it, he will be treated as a serious condition again and the doctor will increase the dosage of the medicine he uses.

He secretly hid many medicines while the nurse was unprepared.

He was really afraid that he would become a fool if he continued to eat.

In the morning, the doctors in the hospital would take the nurse to patrol the room as usual. What surprised him was that the person who came to inspect the ward this time was an old doctor who had never seen before. He was at least fifty or sixty years old, and his hair was a little gray. Two nurses he was familiar with followed behind him, and he knew that the older one was the head nurse.

"Xiao Ling, how do you feel today? This is President Zhou of our hospital." The head nurse in her thirties introduced Xiao Ling to this old doctor she had never seen before.

Xiao Ling raised his eyelids, and he was not interested in the arrival of President Zhou or director today.

This time, Dean Zhou was not concerned about Xiao Ling's attitude, but waved his hand and asked the two nurses to go out first.

"I want to talk to him alone." Dean Zhou showed great interest.

Xiao Ling has been quite honest these days, at least not the kind of violent mental patient. The two nurses were not worried and hurriedly walked out.

President Zhou turned around and closed the ward door.

When Xiao Ling saw Dean Zhou's actions, he felt a little strange. What could he say to him? He even acted mysteriously.

"My name is Zhou Kesheng." Dean Zhou closed the door, turned around and looked at Xiao Ling who had already sat up from the bed, with a smile on his face.

Xiao Ling said: "Director Zhou, I'm already well. When will I be discharged from the hospital?"

Zhou Kesheng smiled and said, "Many patients in this hospital will say that they are cured and have no mental problems, but whether the condition is cured and whether they can return to society should be decided by the doctor."

Xiao Ling said: "Then, Dean, how do you think I will be completely cured and be discharged from the hospital?"
Chapter completed!