-Hospital communication
In front of me, a snow-white tiemenguan covered all the scenery in the garden. I knocked on the door, and the door made a dull sound. Soon, a stumbling old man opened the dazzling aperture. He was the first person I met. His sunken eyes make him look like a skeleton with hair, and I feel my bones shaking.
A deep hoarse voice sounded, "Who are you looking for?"
"Nurse Zhang" withdrew her eyes and looked at her without emotional words.
He turned to get out of the way, and a beautiful nurse stood by the tree, her eyes vacant.
"Looking for me?"
"Hello, I'm Xiao Xiaoyu."
Follow Me is not depressed.
I walked slowly with her, thinking about the other side of the white iron gate and looking at the sunny but gloomy world. I know you are waiting for me, and I will like this world of entertaining myself.
There are towering trees on both sides of the stone road. They seem to tell people who come here that all creatures here have strong vitality. Occasionally, white figures float through the Woods. They run around and jump, and sometimes noisy sounds get into my innocent ears, stimulating my brain and making it nervous and painful.
"Crazy," I cursed.
"Normal people don't come here." Still the kind of unpopular whispers.
I turned my eyes to this woman in a nurse's uniform. Her black hair neatly plunged into the nurse's hat, dressed in white. Her face is pale, and her black eyes are becoming more and more obvious on that pale face. If she can't hear the steady breathing, I will think that she is really "angels in white"
"Here we are."
An ancient pagoda-like building is dimly located in front of my eyes. It's very high. I'm sure it's so high that I have to painfully make my neck at a 90-degree angle with my body. Lush trees surround it, making it look like a withered old pine tree. She was sucked away by her new life and finally had to give up her own. It is the spiritual comfort and spiritual belonging of adults, standing up for everyone in need and creating another world for themselves. ...
Pushing open the khaki door, the smell of Lysol disinfectant came to my face, mixed with disgusting moisture and musty smell. The beautiful "angels in white" began to visit the whole hospital.
"This is the first floor. All the patients here have amnesia or can't sleep for a long time because of great nerve damage. There are not many nurses here at ordinary times. Only when they need someone to accompany them can they wake them up or remember their past courage. Here, doctors and nurses are just a blank medicine list, which can only maintain their lives, and there is nothing we can do about the rest. "
Seeing pale faces through the glass window, I began to like this place in my heart. Can give people a space to escape. As long as you don't want to wake up, you will never have to face the reality you don't want to see, and look at the world quietly, not afraid of being cheated or hurt.
The air on the second floor is obviously much heavier than that on the first floor. There are many old people walking around, their eyes are dim, some sit quietly in the empty corner, and some look at the front with glassy eyes.
"Their lives are gradually coming to an end because of neurodegeneration, mental decline and other psychological processes caused by organic encephalopathy. It is also called Alzheimer's Harmo's disease. You know this disease always brings a lot of trouble to normal people. In order to live a normal life, their families abandoned them here and worked hard for their children all their lives, but no one was willing to send them to the last paragraph. " There was some irony in the words, and I heard it clearly.
"Maybe their children know that everyone is doing it for themselves, and the devil takes the hindmost. Isn't it? " My empty answer. Isn't this the way the world is? Why else would there be here?
She was silent.
We went up the stairs and walked on.
There are many railings in the windows on the third and fourth floors, and a few boards are lightly covered. You can see the green leaves on the branches through the wide gap. A madman walked past me with a balloon in his hand. The balloon looks like a leak, but the man is still happy to hold it. Maybe it used to be important to him, but now no one knows. There was a ghostly woman beside him, walking around quietly, mumbling something. They look like crazy people with mental problems on TV.
"It's all mental disorders caused by mental stress and psychological contradictions. In their view, the world is terrible, so they chose this way of life. Although they are crazy, they are happy. This kind of happiness is something that society can't give them. "
There is a boy next to us, who seems to be fifteen or sixteen years old. He sat quietly in the corner with his knees in his hands. Seeing us approaching seemed nervous, which distorted his young face. His eyes were glazed over and he didn't know what to say. She stroked the boy's head gently with her hand. "Heavy psychological pressure ended his future. What increases the pressure is just a blank sheet of paper with a transcript on it. "
I looked at the child and thought he was fine, because he had no choice to die, and he could escape the pressure.
We just walked along the stairs layer by layer. She told me the person I was interested in in in a dead tone. I found that the number of rooms here is decreasing with the increase of floors, and the patients are getting more and more serious. In the corridors of many floors, I heard a voice calling mom in a very low voice. It is very quiet here. There are only two doors around. The lush leaves outside the window blocked the only ray of sunshine in the gap. I looked behind the door curiously. A lifeless but childlike face appeared in front of my eyes, with messy hair hanging over my shoulders and a scar extending to the back of my neck. Her eyes were printed with deep melancholy.
I looked at her medical record: Issa, 12 years old. Etiology: acute and intense mental trauma.
"Her parents divorced, her mother left and her father remarried. They died a year ago and she sent them away. "
The picture began to flash before my eyes, bloody vines, a ferocious face, deep insults, resistance, and finally a white sheet covered with blood.
"It doesn't matter, no one will bully you here." Last comfort, and then we turned and left.
We walked upstairs. There are no stairs here. It should be the highest place. The nurse opened the only door for me. I looked at the medical record card: Xiao Xiaoyu. ...
"Why come here? You look normal. "
"Only in the madhouse can people say what they think. One day the person who guards the madman will become a madman himself. " Nurse Zhang's last sober reminder.
final result
There is a window in my room, and there are no luxuriant branches. The burning fire cloud in the distance stung my eyes and burned my fantasy together. Memory is disappearing bit by bit, and no one knows where it went. Reality is not necessarily a good way of life. After all, people who live in dreamland still have satisfied happiness. I waited quietly for the darkness to engulf me. I would rather get used to this darkness painfully than watch the cruel world come true. I will live in this castle that belongs to me.