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In the dimly lit corridor, a doctor wearing a white coat and a mask pushed a trolley and walked slowly over. His leather shoes stepped on the smooth floor, leaving a slightly cold reflection.

The pace slowed down and finally stopped in front of a door.

Looking over the top of his shoes and looking in through the crack in the door, he saw the other pair of feet standing behind the door. Obviously, someone was blocking the door.

The doctor put the cart aside, stretched out his hand and knocked lightly on the door. Hearing no response from the other side, he said in a gentle tone like coaxing a child: "No, Cindy, open the door, take the medicine."

Time is up."

There was still no movement in the door. The doctor held the door handle and said, "You don't need any medical treatment this week. You just need to take good medicine. I swear, no one will bother you again..."

The atmosphere in the corridor and in the room was quiet. The dim lights flickered, making the hospital look a bit scary. A gloved hand reached over the medicine box on the cart and tapped it gently with his finger.

He tapped the tops of the bottles of medicine, then took one out and flicked the cap.

Hearing this voice, the feet in the crack of the door began to tremble a little, and some tiny sobs came from the crack of the door: "No... no..."

"Now, open the door. I don't want to say it a third time." The doctor's voice was still calm, but there was an irresistible coldness in the end.

The crying inside became louder and louder, and with a "click", the door opened a small crack. The doctor pushed the door open and walked in. A bald female patient wearing a hospital gown was pressing her body against the corner, holding her hands on each other.

She had two walls, which seemed to give her some sense of security.

The doctor didn't look at her after walking in. Instead, he turned back, pushed the cart in, and began to operate on the cart. He said: "Starting from today, the dose of medicine will be reduced, and you will also have two hours of ventilation every day."

Time, but you have to promise me, Cindy..."

The doctor took out the syringe and drew the liquid from the medicine bottle. As he was busy, he said: "You can't use your telekinesis to damage the fence. Remember last time? You damaged the newly repaired hedge."

It’s so bad that I have to hire a gardener again, which is wrong.”

When the female patient named Cindy heard the word hedge, her fear switch was turned on. She whimpered and kept hiding in the corner, shaking her head and saying: "No, no, I don't want to go out.

…”

"It's good for your condition to go out and relax properly. Cindy, think about your mother. Didn't I invite her here before? She is really worried about your condition."

Hearing the word mother, Cindy closed her eyes in despair. As if all her strength had been drained away, her body slowly slid down against the wall, and finally sat on the ground, hugging her knees with both hands, and burying her head in her arms.

among.

"You madman... let us go, let me go..." She cried intermittently, but the doctor was unmoved. He said: "It seems that you have some visual and auditory hallucinations again."

symptom.

"

"Don't be like this, Cindy, only by cooperating with treatment can your condition improve."

The doctor finally got the syringe, and a few drops of medicine dripped from the tip of the needle. He took the syringe and walked over and squatted down. He looked at Cindy and said, "Sorry, I'm not educating you. I know that you are treating the teacher like a child."

The character is very scared because you were once raped by your math teacher when you were only 13 years old. This is not a good memory..."

Cindy's body began to tremble violently, but the doctor got closer and closer, almost touching her ear and said: "...Yes, I know. You were scared because it was your mother who delivered the baby at that time.

You went to him for tutoring, and after knowing what he did, you asked you to use this to threaten him into giving you money..."

Cindy's body was shaking violently. The doctor reached out and touched Cindy's back with his gloved hand. He said, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

"If you're in too much pain, the medicine can make you calmer. Listen, take a deep breath... Yes, turn your head to the side, I'm going to give you an injection."

Cindy's trembling became more and more severe, but she unconsciously followed the doctor's instructions, seeming to be expecting the medicine to alleviate some of her current pain.

She slowly turned her head to the side until she felt a sharp object piercing her blood vessel. When the medicine flowed through the blood, she gained a long-lost calm, and then slowly curled up in the corner and fell asleep.

Pulling out the needle, the doctor stood up and turned to look at the setting sun outside the window. In the light of the setting sun, he could see the sign standing outside the abandoned mental hospital. The slightly old sign was decorated with flowers.

The name of this mental hospital is written in English - "Sage of the Woods".

As the light of the setting sun shone into the window, a man wearing a nursing uniform was sweeping the floor with a broom. Suddenly, he heard a series of footsteps on the floor with leather shoes, and his movements froze.

With the soft sound of the door handle turning, the door creaked open, and a doctor wearing a white coat and a mask walked in, but he turned around, waved to the nurse holding a broom and said:

"Lamplighter, come here and help me. The wheels of this cart seem to be broken."

The nurse who was called the lamplighter quickly put down the broom and walked up. He squatted down, looked at the wheel and said, "Oh, Doctor Schiller, it seems that the bearing is stuck. Wait a minute..."

As he said that, he stood up again, looked around, and said a little embarrassedly: "I may need a wrench. I'll go to the tool room to get it."

"No, don't go yet. Let's take it back to the preparation room first. Today's airing time is about to begin, and you still have to help."

The lamplighter's movements stiffened again, and he raised his eyes to look at the doctor. By chance, the doctor was taking off his mask at this time.

This is a doctor who fits the image of a doctor very well. He looks mature, steady and elegant, with a bit of scholarly air. His voice is always calm when he speaks, and he is very patient with patients. But after seeing his face, the lamplighter

He immediately looked away, turned around quickly, and put his hand on his lips, as if to hide some of his expression.

"What's wrong with you?" The doctor known as Schiller turned to look at him and said, "Are you a little uncomfortable again? Where is your lighter? The soothing object will help you stabilize your mood better."

"No, it's nothing..." The lamplighter took a deep breath. He seemed to have gathered up his courage, and then he turned back to Schiller and said, "Who is there during today's free time? Cindy will..."

"No, she just took the medicine and has fallen asleep now. Her mood has been very stable recently. I think she can also participate in the exercise tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Wait a minute." The lamplighter suddenly spoke. He pinched his fingers and the muscles in his arms trembled a little. He said, "I heard from the doctor that Storm seems to be coming to this hospital for inspection tomorrow. She is... very difficult to deal with.

, doctor, we..."

"It doesn't matter, everything is as usual." Schiller shook his head, as if he didn't care, paused, and said, "Okay, tomorrow I will give Xindi a larger dose of medicine to prevent her from running out.

."

After saying that, he pushed the somewhat unreliable cart out. The lamplighter followed behind him and said, "Doctor, I'd better push it. It looks a little bad."

"It's okay, how are things going lately? Do compulsive behaviors still occur from time to time?"

"One more thing..." The lamplighter lowered his head and sighed, "Sometimes, I still wake up in the middle of the night, walk to the mirror, or keep spinning around the bed. I can't control myself."

"It doesn't matter. No treatment can be done in one step. There is no magic medicine in this world that can quickly cure all diseases. If someone says there is, then he must be lying to you."

"Thank you." The lamplighter stepped forward, took the trolley from Schiller's hand, and pushed it forward. He said tremblingly: "You are a good doctor... the best doctor I have ever seen.

."

Schiller pushed up his glasses and asked him: "Have you seen any other doctors? You never told me before."

The lamplighter's fingers suddenly trembled, and he stammered: "Yes, but he is not a doctor who treats mental illness. I have been burned before and went to see a doctor in the burn department..."

"How did he say?"

The lamplighter's hand tightly grasped the handle of the cart, and the veins on his hand appeared. This seemed to bring back bad memories for him. He said: "I didn't say anything to him, it was my father who was talking to him."

communicate."

"He told my dad that situations like this will happen often in the future." The lamplighter seemed to be holding a breath, and then sighed along with his next sentence: "...but my dad doesn't care.

"

"I have mentioned before, don't always think about those who have mentally controlled you. I know it is difficult to get rid of their control, but you have to work hard, otherwise you will never become

You can’t find your true self.”

The lamplighter took two deep breaths, his fingers gradually relaxed, and then said: "I tried it, just follow the method you said. In fact, it feels really good. I haven't had such a good rest in a long time."

Already..."

After saying that, he turned to look at Schiller. This time, he could no longer hide his expression by turning around. After seeing Schiller's eyes, he showed a little fear, which then turned into gratitude, but

Soon it turned into fear.

This drastic change in expression made him look like his face was twitching uncontrollably. The lamplighter swallowed, turned his head back, and tried hard to control his emotions.

He wondered, when did his already dark and hopeless life begin to change?

Perhaps, one night a few months ago, after lightning, the sound of breaking glass woke him up from bed, or it couldn't be said that he was awakened, because he was not asleep at all.

When he recalled these things now, he still felt amazing, because at that time, in a corridor, he saw broken glass and a man in a white coat holding a job notice.

That's Schiller.

The lamplighter who was pushing the cart in the corridor shook his head. He did not remember this scene very clearly. He only remembered that Dr. Schiller got up from the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner at that time, but he did not show any anger.

expression.

At that time, the lamplighter standing in the dark corridor saw Schiller opening the notice in his hand, with a helpless expression on his face, and then said to himself: "Is this how you deal with a problem?

?Suddenly throwing me into a strange world?"

Seeing that he looked like a psychopath, the lamplighter raised his head and complained to the air: "There is nothing official at all, it is all personal grudges."

Later, he found Schiller's eyes on him, and Schiller asked him: "Who are you?"

The lamplighter said nothing, he just took out the lighter, and then from between his palms, a fierce flame was sprayed towards Schiller, but this attack did not work, Schiller appeared directly in front of him

behind.

"Oh, Lamplighter, your name is Lamplighter, right?" Schiller called out his name directly, and then said: "It seems that there was quite a trouble this time, and he actually chose such a dangerous world...
To be continued...