"Xianxian, is this Song Baojun reliable?" Before getting on the car, Meng Manning pulled Lin Mengxian to the corner and asked quietly.

As Song Baojun's second largest fan, Lin Mengxian answered without any ambiguity: "Why do you ask this? Lingjuan's illness was a thing of the past and had nothing to do with Brother Jun. And now, Uncle Wang and Brother Jun have made up. Look at how they chatted so happily! Brother Jun took the initiative to go to visit Lingjuan, of course he wanted to do his best to see what could be helped. As Lingjuan's good friend, don't you want Lingjuan to get better?"

Meng Manning thought that it was the same, so he nodded and said, "It would be best if you can help Juanjuan. In fact, I have never seen Juanjuan since he was sent to the hospital. I still feel a little guilty when I think about it."

"I can't go, either." Lin Mengxian replied: "Uncle Wang doesn't let us see her, for fear of losing his face to the Wang family."

The two looked at each other and smiled softly, with sorrow in their smiles. The fact was they just learned that Wang Lingjuan was mentally ill and was locked in Qingshan Hospital.

The news about Wang Cunde is blocked very well, and her daughter lacks social engagements, so she doesn’t have many friends. Everyone only knows that she is currently recuperating in a hospital because of her serious illness. The specific condition is unknown.

In addition, Wang Cunde was angry with Du Yinlang, so many people were unwilling to have anything to do with his family. Few people cared about whether Wang Lingjuan died or lived.

In this situation, seeing that Song Baojun was quite concerned about Wang Lingjuan, Meng Manning and others finally felt a little relieved.

Lin Mengxian was originally coming from a private car, but when she found that Brother Jun had changed into a new car, there was an overly strong female bodyguard around her, she clamored to squeeze into the Hummer H3 and give her car to Zhang Mingfang to drive.

A small convoy of Wang Cunde, Liang Bohua, Meng Manning, and a small convoy of five cars drove towards Qingshan.

Qingshan is located on the border of Chazhou City. It is indeed a good place to enjoy the beautiful mountains and rivers, but this hospital is not very pleasant.

Finally, I found a location in a ravine. The hospital gate was old, the door frame of the cement-concrete brick structure was so broken that it was, and the large iron door was rusty.

The several signs above are written with "Chazhou Qingshan Mental Hospital", "Chazhou Mental Illness Research Institute", and "Chazhou Mental Disease Control Center". They are all old wooden signs, decayed and aging.

Wang Cunde got off the car and found an old guard, explaining his purpose, completing the procedures, registering properly, and stuffing two packs of rare versions of river hookahs, and the door slowly opened.

After passing a yard covered with weeds, there is a three-story medical building in front of me, and the medical staff's office is also inside.

Wang Cunde found the attending physician to find out the situation.

Here, long-term hospitalizations charge between 5,000 and 10,000 yuan per month according to the condition, including medical expenses, nursing expenses, hospitalization expenses and food expenses.

Wang Cunde visited his daughter once a month and paid the treatment fee by the way. Although he lost his power, he refused to give up on his daughter and tried his best to give the best treatment fee. He paid 10,000 yuan a month, and he would never lose a minute a day later.

Therefore, it is rare in this hospital where everyone is owed money. The attending physician is very enthusiastic about him. The gifts brought by several girls were taken away, including a large amount of fruit snacks, as well as some jewelry and clothes, which made Lin Mengxian very angry.

The attending physician said that because the patient cannot manage himself, some people will not realize that they are full and will continue to eat until they are overwhelmed. Therefore, they can only distribute food on time every day. There are also metal objects on jewelry, which are also quite dangerous for patients.

Only then did Lin Mengxian and the others feel a little relieved.

Behind the medical building is a six-story inpatient department, which is slightly new.

But along the way, I heard the patient screaming from time to time, screaming, murmuring, claiming that he was the Emperor of Tongtian, and the sound of his forehead hitting the wall was creepy and chilling.

The corridors and corridors are filthy, there is no clean feces stain, there is a strong smell of urine, and a strong smell of 84 disinfectant water. From time to time, a patient is swimming and crawling on the ground.

The attending physician accompanied everyone in all the way. Seeing that Song Baojun, who was in the leader, looked unhappy, he explained: "The hospital funding is seriously insufficient. Many families sent the patients to pay the first month's fee and left. We cannot drive the patients away. This has been like this for a long time. I can't afford to hire too many staff members and have insufficient management measures. And you also know that mentally ill patients run around and urinate and defecate anywhere, and it is really difficult for us to take care of them."

Song Baojun nodded to express his understanding.

The attending physician also said: "However, there are other patients, such as Wang Lingjuan, who are our key care recipients and try to help her recover as soon as possible."

Wang Cunde's face looked much better.

The attending physician introduced along the way: "Ling Ai's situation has been getting better and better with the careful treatment and care of the medical staff of our hospital. Moreover, the drugs imported by our hospital are effective for personality cognitive disorders..."

Song Baojun interrupted and asked, "Personal Cognitive Impairment?"

"Yes, Miss Wang often denies her identity, cannot recognize who she is, and suspects that she is in different times. These are all manifestations of cognitive impairment. She had a high fever for several days, which may lead to brain damage. But we are trying our best, and in short, we will definitely recover."

The environment on the sixth floor is indeed slightly better than other floors. The surroundings are very neat and there are no sudden patients coming out to scare people.

The attending physician opened the door of Room 621 and said, "Ms. Wang is inside, please come in."

A smell of musty smell came to my face. In the narrow twelve square meters room, a small window opposite was welded to death by thick steel bars. On the side was a small bed, a desk, and a smelly toilet bucket in the corner against the wall.

Wang Cunde had no strange face, and he was obviously used to such an environment.

A girl in a white hospital gown sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, Lin Mengxian and others could hardly believe their eyes.

Is that still the bright and unparalleled Wang Lingjuan? She was seen as haggard, with a pale face, deep eye sockets, high cheekbones, and unskinned. Her hair, once had a hard lump and odor, and had not been washed for many days.

The exposed hands had blue veins that were bulging, and were as thin as bamboo poles. The lapels were covered with dry and hard rice particles, and the feet were stained.

Song Baojun turned around and saw the attending physician's face calmly, thinking that this was the case with the special care ward. You can imagine what the other wards on the first to fifth floors are like this.

Wang Cunde stepped forward and shouted softly: "Juanjuan, Juanjuan, Jun Jun, you are here. Do you still remember Jun Jun?"

Wang Lingjuan looked back and looked numb and cold. Even looking at her father, she seemed to be looking at an unrelated stranger.

Meng Manning couldn't help but burst into tears, and bit her lips tightly and turned her face. Zhang Mingfang hurriedly hugged her.

Wang Cunde said again: "Don't be afraid of Juanjuan. Think about it carefully. Do you still have an impression of Jun Jun?"

Juanjuan did not respond at all, and Wang Cunde had to increase the volume slightly. Wang Lingjuan nodded and then shook her head blankly.

Lin Mengxian felt even more sorry and hugged Tan Qingkai's arm tightly, almost twisting the kid's thin little wrist into a twist.

Song Baojun first looked at the layout in the room, and carried his hands behind his back, as if the leader who was visiting the countryside, sometimes frowned, sometimes pursed his lips tightly, and sometimes nodded slightly.

The room was too small, except for the attending physicians, Wang Cunde and Song Baojun, the others could only stay outside the door and stand and couldn't get in.

Song Baojun first set an entropy value to detect the secret energy situation in the room using this as the origin. The "principle of secret energy imaging" that replaced his visual function, with faint yellow green and white appearing around.

The yellow one is the heat generated by the portrait, the white one is the surrounding space, and the green one is the thinking activities of the person themselves.

Song Baojun looked back and saw several green balls at the door flashing violently. He thought that the thoughts of Lin Mengxian and several other girls were fluctuating. However, Wang Cunde and the attending physician were very calm, and they were no longer surprised by Wang Lingjuan's situation.

Everyone has a slight difference in color. Wang Cunde is a constricted beige color, which shows that Wang Cunde's current physical condition is not very good, with some pathological conditions. The attending physician is apricot yellow, which tends to be normal and very healthy.

Song Baojun took a step forward, trying to see some good things in Wang Lingjuan.

Everyone saw him staring at Wang Lingjuan straight, and Wang Lingjuan looked cold. No matter how he looked at the situation, he felt strange, but no one dared to speak.

The yellow color on Wang Lingjuan's body was extremely dull, which was as strong as the dazzling orange-yellow color of Ling Anqi, just like the difference between candlelight and the sun and the moon.

This shows that Wang Lingjuan's life fire is already very weak and may be extinguished at any time.

Wang Lingjuan's green state is also invisible, indicating that her thoughts are empty and invisible.

Seeing that Song Baojun was watching his daughter's eyes ignite, his face couldn't help but change, Wang Cunde felt a sense of fuzzyness in his heart and couldn't help but scream softly: "Mr. Jun, Jun."

Zhang Mingfang outside the door shook her head secretly: I thought that Song Baojun took the initiative to visit Wang Lingjuan out of his heart's pity. Look at this situation, isn't he that he has an indecent idea of ​​Juanjuan?

Juanjuan is already terminally ill, and her former beauty has long disappeared without a trace. He can still have "sexual interest" and is simply a beast. No, it is worse than beasts.

Song Baojun set the origin of the entropy value in his mind, did not pay attention to the surrounding situation, nor could he hear Wang Cunde's words.

He suddenly found that Wang Lingjuan had a faint light of light red light. Isn’t this a secluded energy?

Song Baojun hurriedly went up to hold Wang Lingjuan, which was as thin as a chicken's feet, and wanted to sense more information from the other party's body.

When Wang Cunde saw Song Baojun's very rude behavior, he was shocked and hurriedly said, "Mr. Jun. Jun. Jun.!"
Chapter completed!