The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 561 Quiet Fool

When I got into the elevator, I couldn't help but ask, "Is there no one in these rooms?"

"Yes, but the sound insulation here is very good." The doctor who brought us in said, "They are all too noisy."

His voice echoed in the empty and dark elevator, making me a little cold for no reason.

The elevator goes up to the third floor, and after getting out, the layout is exactly the same as that of the first floor.

It was another long and tortuous road, and finally, we came to the door of a room.Its doors, like the other wards, are steel, painted white, and numbered beside them.

The person who brought me was very careful, went in to inquire again, and then came out and said to me: "You can go in, but only for 15 minutes. Although he is calm, he is still very dangerous. His IQ is very high. Be vigilant when speaking to him and don't mistake his words to approach him and give him a chance to hurt you."

I nodded.

He opened the door and reminded me again that I must go out immediately if I have something to do. They are all at the door.

There is an iron fence inside, but the gap is so small that it is only enough for a child's arm to pass through.

I sat on the couch outside and looked in through the crack.There is a lot of space inside, and there are no other small items in the room except for essential items.The room had a high ceiling, and a small, tight shutter near the roof let in a little light and a little fresh air.

There was a person sitting on the ground directly below the window, and it should be accurate to say that he was paralyzed.He was as lifeless as a cripple in a martial arts novel whose tendons and tendons had been picked and lost. His back was propped against the wall, his legs were flung on the ground weakly, his arms were vertical, and his palms looked a little haggard.Compared with half a year ago, he has lost a few rounds, which makes his hospital clothes look like a huge dough bag.No matter how desolate he was, his head was raised high and hanging down. His hair grew a lot, and was neglected and tangled together, like a few pieces of felt collaged on his head. They covered most of his face. , only his unshaven beard can be seen.

If I didn't know him, if someone told me that the man in front of me had a wonderful life, I would definitely not believe it.

For this situation, I was prepared in my heart, but at this moment I saw it, I still couldn't help but feel inexplicable.

I sat there for a while, unable to think of a suitable opening sentence.In fact, when I came to see him, I just wanted to see such a picture, nothing more.I don't have anything to say to him, I don't feel sorry, and at this moment, I don't hate him that much.

15 minutes is neither too long nor too short. After I stared blankly for a while, when I looked at my watch again, I found that 8 minutes had passed.

During these 8 minutes, he remained motionless, like a dead man.

Time continued to pass slowly.

10 minutes……

Twelve minutes...

13 minutes……

I still have nothing to say.

Finally, he stood up.

When I turned around, although I didn't hear any movement, I suddenly turned around inexplicably and saw his raised head.

His eye sockets were sunken like a heroin overdose or a refugee from a brutal war.

His eyes stared at me, but it seemed that he didn't see me, straight and empty.

My heart suddenly missed a beat at this moment, because I realized that I really didn't know him at all.

Not knowing what was in my mind, I called out, "Fan Yin?"

He still looked at me, didn't answer, didn't speak, didn't show any expression. In my memory, he had never been more like a lunatic than now.

I just looked at him and he looked at me.

The 15 minutes were up and the door was opened.The doctor who brought me looked a little nervous, and he relaxed when he saw that I was safe and sound: "Please come out, it's time."

Before coming out, I turned my head again and saw him lowered his head again, as tame as a thin tiger in a circus.

On the second day after leaving the hospital, I asked the doctor who brought me to have dinner. After a few drinks, he opened up and said: "When he first came, he had very severe symptoms, violent tendencies, and sometimes emotional, but after treatment, he has recovered. Much calmer, but still a downright dangerous."

I said: "The last time I saw him, I found that he was very well-behaved and seemed to have lost his mind. During the treatment, did the drugs that you used seriously affect his nerves?"

"Of course there is an impact, but his condition is very serious and he is very violent." He said: "Compared with the sequelae of drugs, it is more necessary for him not to endanger society."

I asked, "What medicine did you give him?"

He reported some drug names, all of which I am familiar with. Many doctors who have treated Fan Yin have mentioned these drug names. They can quickly quiet Fan Yin, and at the same time have powerful side effects.Most importantly, they are medicines used to treat severe schizophrenia, which are more severe than the medicines Li Xin got.I've always felt that although Fanyin's illness can't be cured, it's still much milder than that of a real madman. Using this medicine on him is equivalent to artificially making his brain stupid to achieve the purpose of quieting him.

I said, "Is it legal for you to treat him like this?"

He immediately said: "Of course it is legal! In fact, the police often come to interrogate him. They need him to explain something, but he never has. This kind of treatment is also a means to help the police handle cases. He is destined to stay in Here, the only value is to confess his gang."

I said, "After all, it doesn't seem legal."

He immediately lowered his face: "Madam, your behavior today is also illegal."

I smiled and said, "You too."

Probably because my expression let him know that I was just joking, so he also smiled and said: "Anyway, you managed to get away from this demon. He is such a difficult guy. At first, feeding him medicine helped His injection is something that requires prayer beforehand."

I smiled and said, "I think so too. Now I wake up laughing from my dreams. I have never felt so happy."

After drinking a few more glasses, I said, "Apart from medicine, what other treatments did you use?"

"All..." He was a little drunk, and because of the drug, his speech was slightly slurred: "As long as it is all the means that can be used."

I said, "He's not that serious."

"It's not that he's not that bad, in fact his symptoms are far from schizophrenia." He said: "But that's okay, you know, he can't easily get away with it, there must be an excuse for him to stay here, Let him explain more things."

Fanyin had been watched by the police all along, and finally had the chance, so naturally she didn't want to let it go easily.According to this guy, the reason why he was diagnosed with schizophrenia was because he didn't want him to slip away easily. Now he can be given medicine, electric shock, or even abuse in the name of treatment to force him to make some confessions.

They don't care if he turns into a fool, they even need his mental retardation to better explain his crimes.

Of course, I'm just asking, and I actually don't care.

I asked, "So did the police ask anything?"

"There was no information," he said.

After dinner, I sent the doctor back, for I was a little dizzy and a little drunk because I had drunk a little wine.

As I recalled the doctor's words, Fanyin's appearance in the daytime appeared in my mind.I don't think that can be faked like that, he was really affected badly.But he didn't explain anything, which I really admire.

In the middle of the night, maybe the temperature dropped, and I suddenly felt a little cold. When I was awakened inexplicably, I suddenly thought of a scary possibility, so I quickly picked up the phone and called Assistant Zhou, and said: "You send someone to the police station. While asking around, I want to know how many times the police went to Fanyin's place in the past six months, and what kind of questions did they ask?"

Assistant Zhou agreed, and I said, "Inquire about Mrs. Han, too."

He said, "Yes, miss."

After I hung up the phone, I felt uneasy: it was true that my case was suppressed before, but it was already very difficult to suppress at that time, and I don’t know if Fanyin would explain it.If not, it is impossible for Mrs. Han to take no action on this matter. Will she teach him something?
The next afternoon, Assistant Zhou came to tell me, saying: "The police go there almost twice a week, asking questions about a wide range of matters, including ours, that is, the Mi Li case." He knew what I was worried about: "Madam Han goes there every month, but she has never managed to talk to him."

I said, "Is it reliable?"

"Reliable." He said: "Actually, miss, Mr. Su has been sending people to pay attention to this in the past six months, and even visited him in person, but he also failed to have a successful conversation. His IQ seems to have been seriously affected."

I felt relieved and said, "That's good."

Assistant Zhou probably thought that I would say something different, and looked at me with a strange expression.

I asked, "Why this expression?"

He lowered his head, avoided my gaze, and did not speak.

I can roughly guess what he meant, he probably thinks I'm cruel, Fanyin is already like this, but I only care about getting myself involved.

I will stay here for a few days to further clarify this matter.Meng Jiancong called and said in a good mood: "I want to tell you that I have prepared a congratulatory gift, and you don't need to spend time on it."

I knew he was asking me about my decision on this matter in a disguised form, so I thought about it and said, "I promise I will give you an answer tomorrow."

"Okay." He said with a smile, "I'm not urging you, don't worry."

"Ah."

"What's on your mind? Why such a tone?" He said, "I heard that you have been to Germany these days."

"I'll come and see Fanyin." I didn't mind bluntly saying, "I'll go back tomorrow night."

Obviously he wasn't surprised at all: "Is he okay?"

"The hospital thinks he's fine." I said, "He's very good. He looks like he can be a quiet fool in the future. I think that's fine too. He probably won't be in pain anymore."

Obviously, I heard him gasp for breath, and he didn't speak.

(End of this chapter)