Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 201 Patient
"The officer knows about these things?" The nurse was slightly surprised, then nodded quickly. "That's right, her condition has indeed been very bad recently, and we have to be on high alert at all times."

Song Zhiyuan politely asked, "Excuse me, does having a black wristband mean she's prone to self-harm?"

“Yes, strictly speaking, including self-harm, self-injury, and even suicide, mental hospitals usually use different colored wristbands to distinguish these patients, so that medical staff can quickly grasp the patient's situation and respond in a timely manner. Black means that the patient has given up on himself,” Wei Qingsong explained calmly.

Just then, a nurse helped a patient walk in this direction; the patient was wearing a red wristband.

Song Zhiyuan took an exaggerated step back and lowered his voice: "Does a red wristband mean the patient has aggressive tendencies?"

Wei Qingsong looked up and chuckled, "Officer Song, don't be nervous. A red wristband usually indicates that the patient is hiding medication, not that the patient is aggressive. Generally speaking, a blue wristband indicates 'impulsiveness,' while a green wristband indicates 'exile,' or escape behavior. Of course, each hospital has its own management system, so it's not absolute."

Song Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, his expression calm and composed, showing no embarrassment whatsoever: "I see."

Wei Qingsong then looked at the nurse: "So, her condition is fluctuating so badly that she can't communicate normally at this stage?"

The young nurse withdrew her admiring gaze and nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes."

Wei Qingsong was somewhat disappointed: "It seems we won't be able to contact Hua Wanjun directly."

"At least we learned about her situation, so it wasn't a complete failure," Lu Jingming said.

"Indeed, they've finally found the weakness of the Hua family father and son. Let's see how long they can keep up their stubbornness."

Wei Qingsong felt relieved and turned his head, but caught a glimpse of two familiar figures out of the corner of his eye.

The two people were chatting and laughing in front of the elevator, as if they were old acquaintances.

Previously, Wei Qingsong had never connected the two people.

In a flash, many clues flashed through my mind, reassembling into new mysteries.

Without a second thought, Wei Qingsong quickly chased after the elevator, with Lu Jingming close behind.

Song Zhiyuan hesitated for a few seconds, then took off and followed.

Just then, a nurse came out of the dispensing room, her trolley blocking their way and nearly bumping into Wei Qingsong.

The nurse was startled and scolded in a low voice, "What are you doing? Running and chasing are prohibited in the hospital. What if you bump into a patient!"

"I'm sorry," Wei Qingsong apologized, but his gaze remained fixed on the direction of the elevator.

The two had already entered the elevator and disappeared down the corridor.

Lu Jingming made a quick decision and pulled Wei Qingsong toward the safety exit: "Let's take the stairs."

They were fast enough, but unfortunately they still couldn't catch up.

The open space downstairs was sparsely populated, with only a few people huddled together, and you could see the whole area at a glance; there was no trace of the two people at all.

Song Zhiyuan caught up, panting: "Oh dear, my old arms and legs haven't been active in a long time, they're not as nimble as they used to be. By the way, who did you see? Why did you run away like cats seeing mice?"

“It’s Ao Zian and Ye Chen.” Wei Qingsong’s eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Who? Is it related to this case?" Song Zhiyuan was still confused.

“It’s irrelevant to this case.” Wei Qingsong exchanged a knowing glance with Lu Jingming, not intending to say anything more.

She had never imagined that Ye Chen would also have connections with Mu'an Psychological Counseling Center. The sight of him chatting and laughing freely with Ao Zi'an was truly shocking, and her first reaction was to chase after him.

Ye Chen, Ye Chen, she could see him less and less clearly. What was his purpose in coming here?

What role did Mu An play in the consequences of the events of six years ago, and the circumstances surrounding them six years later?
Lu Jingming reminded him, "Ao Zian is a psychologist, so it's normal for him to be here. But Ye Chen is a surgeon, so why is he going in and out of a mental hospital? Why don't you ask someone about it?"

“That makes sense.” Wei Qingsong nodded in agreement.

The group turned back, and the nurse who had led them there was still there. Seeing them return, she quickly went up to them and asked, "What happened?"

Wei Qingsong didn't answer immediately. Instead, she pulled out a photo of Ye Chen from her phone and asked, "Have you seen this person before?"

The nurse examined it carefully for a moment, then shook her head: "I don't remember."

Wei Qingsong frowned slightly and found a photo of Ao Zian online: "What about him? Do you remember him?"

"Isn't this Dr. Ao?" The nurse recognized him immediately. "He's one of Dean Xue's most outstanding students. He often comes to visit the dean in his spare time."

"I see." Wei Qingsong frowned, pondered for a moment, and then instructed, "Don't mention the questions I asked you today to anyone, including Dean Xue, understand?"

The nurse seemed a little dazed, as if she hadn't quite grasped what was happening.

Lu Jingming said in a deep voice, "This is a secret police investigation. Please cooperate with our work."

The nurse then readily agreed.

Dean Xue had important business to attend to, so the group didn't say goodbye to him. They thanked him through a nurse and then prepared to leave.

The elevator doors slowly closed, but suddenly, a pale, bloodless hand grabbed the door crack, and the elevator doors sprang open.

The woman in front of the door wasn't wearing a hospital gown, but rather a long, ankle-length white cotton dress and a flower wreath on her head.

Wei Qingsong could tell at a glance that she was not a normal person, but a mentally ill patient.

She held a withered white rose in her hand, which made her delicate face appear even paler.

She has a pair of clear, bright eyes, but when she tilts her head and smiles, those big eyes look somewhat eerie.

Just as she was about to step into the elevator, she was grabbed by several nurses who rushed over. In the struggle, she revealed the green wristband on her hand.

"0813, you're running around again!"

Song Zhiyuan was probably frightened. He breathed a sigh of relief and frantically pressed the close button.

This time, the door closed without any obstruction.

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The nurse took 0813 back to the room.

The ward was spacious and bright, fully equipped, and even had aromatherapy to help you relax and sleep. It looked even more luxurious and comfortable than Hua Wanjun's private ward.

The nurses treated her kindly and gently, like they were coaxing a child.

"These roses are all withered, shall we throw them away?"

"Look, these are flowers your family just sent today. Do you like them?"

The nurse carefully trimmed all the thorns off the flower stem before handing it to her.

0813 accepted the rose with a dreamy look, and smiled broadly: "Beautiful, I like it."

She held the flower in her hand and played with it for a moment, then her smile vanished instantly.

She rushed to the window, staring intently at the figures walking away in the square. Uncontrollably, she tore off a few petals, uttering indistinct syllables.

The nurses were used to it; this distinguished patient was always acting strangely.

She drew the curtains and carefully helped 0813 to sit down on the edge of the bed: "It's time to take your medicine. Be a good girl and you'll get candy."

Wei Qingsong, who was in the square, seemed to sense something and turned around to look.

All I could see were the curtains swaying gently.

(End of this chapter)