PFC Chapter 284 Wu Laogou
Chapter 284 Wu Laogou
Everything seemed exceptionally quiet in the alloy ward in the early morning.
The white walls and light-colored curtains appear particularly warm in the soft morning light, and the air is filled with a faint smell of disinfectant.
The beds were neatly arranged and each one had a faint medicinal aroma.
The floor of the ward was clean and tidy, reflecting a cold light, making it look particularly deserted.
The medical instruments hanging on the surrounding walls appear particularly abrupt in the quiet environment, but also reveal a clinical atmosphere.
Everything in the ward seemed in order. On the bedside table were the patient's toiletries, medicines, and care instructions issued by the doctor.
There is a desk and a chair next to the small bed by the window.
The entire ward was quiet and peaceful, as if even time had become slow and heavy here.
The air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant, and the ward was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
This kind of silence is not dead silence, but a kind of tranquility full of vitality and hope.
The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the gap in the curtains onto Lin Qiye's face, waking him from his deep sleep.
He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with fatigue yet anticipation.
Lin Qiye moved his body slightly, slightly stretching his body which had been stiff for a long time.
His movements seemed slow and cautious, as if every joint was making a slight protest, reminding him of the discomfort caused by long periods of stillness.
After all, he had been lying in bed for more than a year.
For more than a year, his body has been in a state of near-stasis, his muscles have gradually become stiff, and his joints have lost their former flexibility.
He could feel every part of his body longing for movement, longing to regain strength and vitality.
Lin Qiye showed a helpless smile on his face, and he whispered to himself:
"It seems that I also need to recover and do some rehabilitation training." There was a hint of determination in his voice, as if he was cheering himself up.
He knew that although the past year or so had been a torment for him, he also understood that he would have to work harder to regain his original strong body.
He sat up slowly, his body swaying slightly, as if he was still adjusting to this long-lost activity.
His hands gently kneaded his shoulders, feeling the tightness and soreness in the muscles.
He knew that this was just the beginning and the subsequent rehabilitation training would be more difficult, but he would not give up.
The figure of Zhang Yun, the guy who could be called the "perverted iron man", emerged in Lin Qiye's mind.
Even though Zhang Yun had been lying down for a year, his body became even more horrific and abnormal, with bones as strong as steel.
Lin Qiye's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a self-deprecating smile: "I'm not that perverted iron man Zhang Yun. I need to take it slow."
Lin Qiye stood up slowly, his body shaking slightly, but he quickly stabilized himself.
He took a deep breath and began to perform a set of rehabilitation and fitness punches.
This set of boxing movements is slow and rhythmic, and each movement seems to awaken his long-dormant muscles and joints.
His body gradually grew warmer, and sweat began to seep from his forehead and slide down his cheeks.
Although the movements were not complicated, he could feel every part of his body gradually regaining vitality.
After finishing his morning exercise, Lin Qiye felt his body warm up slightly, and his stiff muscles relaxed a little.
He gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
He knows this is just the beginning, but every step he takes is an important step towards recovery.
Led by the nurse, Lin Qiye slowly walked towards Dr. Li's office. His steps seemed a little heavy, but there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
The nurse walked in front, turning back from time to time to signal Lin Qiye to follow. The footsteps of the two echoed in the quiet corridor.
As they passed the nurses' station, Lin Qiye's attention was drawn to a whispered conversation.
He tilted his head slightly and saw a patient sitting at the desk at the nurse's station, holding a pen in his hand and a piece of letter paper in front of him.
There was a hint of concentration on the patient's face and a serious look in his eyes, as if he was writing something important.
The nurse stood aside, looked at the patient curiously, and asked softly:
"Who are you writing to?" Her voice was soft and patient, as if she was talking to a child.
The patient raised his head, smiled slightly, and replied:
“Write it to myself!”
There was a hint of levity in his voice, as if he were doing something very interesting.
The nurse was slightly stunned, then asked, "What are you writing?"
There was a hint of curiosity in her voice, as if she was surprised by the patient's answer.
The patient stopped writing, raised his head, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, as if he was thinking about the nurse's question.
After a moment, he smiled slightly and asked:
"Are you crazy? How do I know if I haven't received it yet???"
The nurse heard this.
His expression changed subtly in an instant.
Her originally gentle face suddenly turned red, as if it had been ignited by flames. A blush quickly spread across her cheeks, spreading from her ears to her neck, making it particularly eye-catching.
A hint of embarrassment and shyness flashed in her eyes. She lowered her head slightly, trying to block her sight with her long eyelashes, as if avoiding the gazes of those around her.
Her breathing quickened slightly, and her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something to explain or cover up her embarrassment.
But in the end, she just bit her lower lip lightly without making any sound.
Her fingers twisted together unconsciously, and she looked a little uneasy, as if she didn't know how to deal with this sudden awkward situation.
The air around her seemed to freeze because of her reaction, and the people around her turned their eyes to her, making her face even redder.
This blushing state lasted for a moment until she gradually adjusted her emotions, the blush on her face slowly faded away, and she returned to her usual calmness.
But even so, there was still a faint blush on her face, as if the embarrassment just now was still lingering in her memory.
Lin Qiye stood aside and heard this conversation, the corners of his mouth twitched violently.
Afterwards, Lin Qiye ignored the conversation at the nurses' station and continued to follow the nurse to Dr. Li's office.
His steps seemed more determined, as if he was ready to face whatever was coming next.
The nurse pushed open the door and motioned Lin Qiye to come in. Lin Qiye took a deep breath, stepped into the doctor's office, and prepared to begin his daily ward rounds and medical consultations.
The nurse said softly:
"Doctor Li, the patient is here."
Doctor Li raised his head with a gentle smile on his face and motioned Lin Qiye to sit down.
The room was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, making it seem exceptionally quiet.
Doctor Li carefully inquired about Lin Qiye's physical condition and carefully recorded every detail.
He listened to Lin Qiye's heart and lungs with a stethoscope, and checked his joints and muscles.
The whole process lasted about half an hour, and Dr. Li's face always maintained a focused and gentle expression.
After the examination, Doctor Li put down the pen in his hand, raised his head and said to Lin Qiye:
"Your recovery is going well. Keep exercising like this and your body will gradually recover."
Lin Qiye nodded, a grateful smile on his face:
"Thank you, Dr. Li. I will."
Walking out of the doctor's office, Lin Qiye seemed particularly relaxed.
However, when he reached a corner of the aisle, his steps suddenly stopped.
His eyes were wide open and his face was filled with a stunned expression.
His eyes were fixed on the corner of the aisle, as if he had seen something incredible.
In the corner of the aisle, a middle-aged man in a striped hospital gown was squatting on the ground, his hair disheveled like a chicken coop.
He kept mumbling in a low and unclear voice, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was talking to an invisible person.
There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, and occasionally a hint of fear, as if he was troubled by some invisible force.
At this moment, Zhang Yun was squatting opposite the patient. There was a hint of patience and concentration in his eyes, as if he was listening carefully to the other person's words.
Zhang Yun had a gentle smile on his face and nodded in response from time to time, appearing to be extremely patient.
His voice was calm and gentle, in stark contrast to the middle-aged man's mumbling.
The two of them chatted back and forth, seemingly having a very pleasant conversation.
Zhang Yun nodded from time to time, and occasionally chuckled once or twice, as if encouraging the other party to continue speaking.
A hint of relaxation gradually appeared on the middle-aged man's face, his eyes were full of excitement, and he even smiled occasionally.
However, all this harmony is based on ignoring the content of their speech.
Lin Qiye stood not far away, his eyes fixed on the two men, with an incredible expression on his face.
He could clearly hear their conversation, which made him extremely shocked and unbelievable.
The middle-aged man's voice was low and vague, and he seemed to be talking about something strange, while Zhang Yun listened carefully and responded from time to time.
Lin Qiye frowned slightly, and a hint of confusion and puzzlement flashed in his eyes.
He whispered to himself:
"What are these two talking about? Why does it sound so... strange?"
Lin Qiye felt his scalp tingling and his body trembled slightly, as if shocked by some invisible force.
He couldn't believe that Zhang Yun could have such a harmonious conversation with such a mentally unstable person.
His mind was full of questions as he slowly approached.
At this moment, the caregiver beside Lin Qiye noticed Lin Qiye's eyes and movements.
The nurse followed Lin Qiye's gaze and soon saw the focus of his attention - the middle-aged patient opposite Zhang Yun.
There was a hint of surprise on the nurse's face, and he obviously recognized the patient.
"Old Dog Wu is the deputy captain of the psychic team." The nurse introduced him to Lin Qiye in a low voice, with a hint of regret and helplessness in his voice.
"I don't know how I got mentally ill and ended up at Sunshine Mental Hospital, where I stayed permanently.
The disease has not improved.”
When Lin Qiye heard the nurse's introduction, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
His gaze fell on Wu Laogou again, his eyes complicated and strange.
Wu Laogou's hair was disheveled, like a chicken coop. There was a hint of confusion and uneasiness on his face, and he kept muttering to himself.
There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, as if he was troubled by some invisible force.
"The psychic team ranked second among the special teams!" Lin Qiye murmured in a low voice, with a hint of disbelief and shock in his voice.
His eyes were fixed on Wu Laogou, as if trying to find some clues from him.
The Psychic Squad ranks second among the Special Squads, which means that their strength and influence are extremely strong.
As the deputy captain of the psychic team, Wu Laogou should have been one of the core figures in the team, but now he has fallen to such a state. This makes Lin Qiye feel extremely regretful and confused.