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Chapter 1: Discharge

S city, suburbs, the Fourth People’s Hospital.

The high wall encloses the hospital with a large area of ​​the area firmly surrounded by reinforced concrete. People on the outside can get in, but those on the inside cannot get out.

As long as the patients who are sent to this hospital can be taken out very few, most of the patients will stay in it for the rest of their lives until they die.

Because of what, because this is a psychiatric nursing home. The surrounding walls are built higher than the prison walls, and the security facilities to prevent patients from escaping are comparable to prisons.

Any mentally ill person sent in will not even have a chance to escape unless a family member is willing to take it back.

This special hospital has existed in S city for many, many years. Countless patients were sent in and finally carried out. One in and one out is a lifetime.

An Zhisu has lived there for five years, and scenes like this have already seen numbness. But she always knew that she would be able to go out, it was just a matter of time.

Maybe it was God’s favor. An Zhisu lived obediently for five years. In the past five years, she did not cry or make trouble, and cooperated with injections and medicine. Finally, today, five years later, she was told that she was mentally healed and could leave.

In the winter afternoon, the warm sun was shining, and the golden sunlight gently sprinkled on An Zhisu’s thin back. She stood in front of the heavy iron gate of the hospital, waiting for the iron gate that had imprisoned her five years of freedom to slowly open.

Clang…clang…

The pulley of the iron gate rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound, like a thunderstorm in summer, cutting through the tranquility of the afternoon.

A pair of feet wearing canvas shoes came out of the door, looking up along the slender ankles, straight legs wrapped in a pair of washed white jeans.

The style of the jeans is a bit old, and the right leg is embroidered with a row of gorgeous embroidery from the knee to the pocket. The exquisite hand embroidery is probably the most valuable part of this pair of pants.

Looking up, it was An Zhisu’s unbearable waist, covered in a simple white sweater, pure like her face, without a trace of blood.

The biting north wind passed through her weakened body, her hair was messy with the wind, and her delicate facial features were hidden between her hair. She could vaguely see her pale little face, which was still sickly, with indifference. Glamorous look.

Toot!

Outside the hospital gate, there was a white car parked only ten meters away from Anzhisu. The owner of the car leaned on the door, seemingly impatient, reaching out and pressing the steering wheel twice.

An Zhisu stepped on the other party’s impatient horn and walked over, his steps slightly brisk. At a distance of ten meters, in the blink of an eye, An Zhisu stretched out his arms and gave the person a solid hug.

“Beauty, I’m finally out.”

Song Jiaren twisted her unhappy eyebrows, and pulled An Zhisu’s back collar away from her: “Don’t talk to me in the tone you just released after serving your sentence, disgusting.”

An Zhisu obediently nodded and said, “Yes, my barrister, thank you for taking the time to pick me up during your busy schedule. Great kindness, unforgettable, and you can only end up the grass title ring in the next life.”

Song Jia heard this . The person felt comfortable and made a gesture: “Get in the car, if you haven’t been infected with the neurosis for a long time, your brain is still clear, and you can tell who is your benefactor.”

An Zhisu got into the car and just buckled it. The seat belt, Song Jiaren, who had already started the car, threw a yellow leather portfolio to her.

“Mobile phones, wallets, passports, ID cards, and driver’s licenses have all been handled for you.” Song Jiaren is a lawyer, and she has always acted in turmoil. Before An Zhisu was about to come out, she had helped her get these documents.

“Is the jade that I want you to bring here?” An Zhisu opened the portfolio and didn’t look at other things. The first thing was to look for the things that are most important to her.

“The jade pendant is not there, it’s in the drawer in front of you.” Song Jiaren freed a finger and pointed to the car drawer in front of her.

An Zhisu nodded and pulled away, took out a brocade box from the inside, opened the brocade box, and there was a round jade pendant lying inside. It is the simplest jade ring style. It seems to be of little value, but for the current An Zhisu, this is her most precious thing.

An Zhisu put the jade pendant in his hand, held it tightly, and looked at the scenery that was retreating outside the car window. After a long time, it seemed that he finally made up his mind, and the voice seemed to come from the distant sky: “Beauty, send me to the Shengshi Consortium.”

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