Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

This kind of thing is all too common in mental hospitals.

The patient would fall ill in the middle of the night, smash things, fight, and run away; this would happen every one or two months.

Anyway, security will handle it, so it's not his place as the attending physician to worry about it.

His only responsibilities are reviewing medical records, writing prescriptions, and signing documents.

He didn't care how those patients tied to the beds got in or whether they were actually sick.

The 60,000 yuan arrived in his account; that's what he really cares about.

He took another sip of herbal tea and was about to close the account page when the noise in the corridor suddenly increased.

Someone is running.

The footsteps were hurried, and the soles of the shoes made a pattering sound on the terrazzo floor.

Then came shouts.

"Director Qi! Director Qi!"

Qi Jianmin frowned.

He recognized the voice.

It was Liu, a staff member in the administration building's duty room, a young man who had only been there for six months. He was usually responsible for night shifts and receiving and sending documents.

"What is it?"

He raised his voice and asked, without leaving his chair.

"Something's happened at the main building!"

Clerk Liu's voice came from afar and grew closer in the corridor.

"A patient has escaped! He's killed many people! You need to hurry—"

Qi Jianmin placed the teacup on the table.

"Where's security? Call security, why are you calling me?"

"We can't contact security! The phone is busy! The walkie-talkie is full of static! Please come out and check it out right away—"

Qi Jianmin stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.

Clerk Liu stood in the corridor, his face ashen and his forehead covered in sweat.

He saw Qi Jianmin open the door and immediately ran over, glancing back at the end of the corridor as he ran, as if afraid something would catch up with him.

"What exactly happened?"

Qi Jianmin's tone was getting impatient.

"What's the use of calling me when a patient escapes and seeks out security? I'm not going to arrest anyone."

"Security guards—all the security guards are dead!"

Clerk Liu's voice was trembling.

"The second floor of the main building! When I went to check, the corridor was full of corpses! Nurse Wang was dead! Zhang Biao was dead! There were several more lying in the stairwell! It was all blood! It was all corpses!"

Qi Jianmin paused for a moment.

"What did you say?"

"Second floor of the main building! That patient—she didn't run away! She fought her way out! She even tore down the iron door! The entire iron door! Torn off the wall!"

Qi Jianmin's expression changed.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes behind the lenses.

The iron gate was torn off the wall?

No normal person could do such a thing.

A thought flashed through his mind—when the research center sent Li Su here, Zhou De'an had mentioned to him that Li Su was a "special case" and that he should pay more attention to her.

He didn't take it seriously at the time.

He'd seen plenty of "special cases," which were simply cases where someone had offended someone more powerful or obtained more sensitive evidence.

Now he suddenly realized that Zhou De'an's use of "special" might not have meant that.

"Have you called the police?"

Qi Jianmin's voice remained calm.

"Yes, I've reported it—but the police said it would take at least twenty minutes for them to arrive—"

"Then wait twenty minutes."

Qi Jianmin turned and walked back to his office.

"Lock the iron gate of the administration building, close all the windows, turn off all the lights, and don't make any noise."

Clerk Liu stood frozen at the door.

"Director Qi, aren't you leaving? That patient—she came here specifically to see us!"

"They're coming for us?"

Qi Jianmin turned around, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.

"She's been given chlorpromazine for two weeks; her brain must be fried. She's lucky she could even find the administration building, let alone come after us?"

He sat back down in his chair and continued looking at the computer screen.

"Lock the door and wait for the police. If you're scared, hide in the archives room and don't bother me here."

Staff member Liu opened his mouth as if to say something, but Qi Jianmin was no longer looking at him.

He gritted his teeth, turned around, and ran away.

The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away, followed by the sound of the iron door being pulled shut and the latch clicking shut.

Qi Jianmin leaned back in his chair, his expression returning to calm.

He wasn't really worried.

A female patient was injected with high doses of antipsychotic drugs for two consecutive weeks. Even if she is not insane now, her brain reaction speed and judgment have certainly suffered irreversible damage.

She committed the murder in the main building, which is less than 100 meters away from the administration building.

She had already missed the best opportunity to rush from the main building to the administration building.

He clicked the mouse a few times and closed the bank account page.

Then he opened a new page—his email address.

He entered Zhou De'an's email address in the recipient field and started typing.

"Professor Zhou, Li Su has exhibited unusual behavior tonight, resulting in the deaths of several security personnel. We recommend that the research center immediately activate its emergency response plan and prepare to bring her back—"

He typed this far, and then his fingers suddenly stopped.

A muffled thud came from the end of the corridor.

It was the sound of an iron gate being struck.

Qi Jianmin's hand hovered above the keyboard, but he didn't press any keys.

The impact rang out again.

Then came the third time.

the fourth time.

the fifth time.

The frequency increased and the force increased, causing the entire building's floor to vibrate.

Qi Jianmin suddenly stood up, the chair leg scraping against the floor with a piercing screech.

He rushed to the office door, opened it, and glanced outside.

The iron gate at the end of the corridor is deformed.

The door panel bulged inward, the hinges groaned shrilly in the wall, and plaster fell down in clumps.

Then the iron gate flew in.

The entire iron door was torn off the frame, rolled through the corridor, smashed the fluorescent lights on the ceiling, and shards of glass clattered all over the floor.

The corridor was plunged into partial darkness.

Only a few lights that hadn't been smashed were still on at the other end of the corridor, their dim light illuminating a thin figure walking in through the doorway.

She was barefoot, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, her hair wet and plastered to her face, the water stains on her body turning the gown a dark color.

Rainwater mixed with blood dripped from her trouser legs, leaving a trail of dark footprints on the ground.

Li Su.

Qi Jianmin recognized her.

Then his mind told him that this woman had been tied to a bed in front of him just two weeks ago, with cloudy eyes, chapped lips, and unable to even say her own name.

Now she stands in the hallway, her eyes brighter than any of the lights in the hallway.

Qi Jianmin took a step back.

Then he took another step back.

He stepped back to the desk, holding onto the edge with one hand and groping for things on the surface with the other.

Teacup, pen, medical record folder.

He grabbed the medical record folder and held it in front of his chest, as if the plastic sheet could block something.

"Li Su".

He spoke, his voice more steady than he had expected.

"This is trespassing. I've already called the police, and they'll be here soon."

Li Su did not answer.

She walked forward step by step, her bare feet treading on the broken glass, but without getting hurt.

Qi Jianmin then realized that Li Su was actually floating on the ground.

You need to think carefully about the consequences.

Qi Jianmin's voice finally began to tremble.

"Go back to your ward now, and I can pretend tonight's events never happened. I can rewrite your medical records, and I can approve your discharge application—"