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I calmly instructed the nurse to administer a certain dose of sedative to the woman named Liu Yan, then turned and walked steadily back to the duty room.
I frowned slightly, secretly admitting that I had developed a strong interest in this beautiful patient.
This interest stemmed not only from her outstanding beauty but also from my curiosity about why she had become an extremely dangerous patient. That curiosity clawed at my mind like a cat's paw, incessantly stirring my thoughts.
After Liu Yan was injected with a considerable dose of sedative, she gradually fell into a peaceful sleep.
I slowly sat in the duty room, staring blankly at the flickering computer screen, unable to muster any energy.
I raised my head, rubbed my temples, and called over a passing nurse who had brought Liu Yan in. I asked softly, "How was she brought here?"
The nurse stopped, a hint of panic on her face, and vividly recounted, "Her? She's the most dangerous criminal! She was just sent over from court. Do you know? She personally killed her lover's other lover and hid the body under her bed for three whole months. If it weren't for the neighbors smelling something foul, who knows how much longer it would have gone unnoticed. And she even cooked and ate most of that woman's body! When the police pried open her front door, they found an arm boiling in a pressure cooker, chopped into pieces. Unfortunately, they never found the head of the woman she killed; it might have been eaten too. Sigh, she looks so beautiful and charming, but her heart is like a viper!"
As I listened to his description, my face turned pale instantly. The hairs on my back stood on end, and my body involuntarily trembled slightly; it was truly chilling.
I instinctively swallowed hard, feeling grateful that I didn't have a girlfriend.
Due to her long-standing schizophrenia and lack of legal responsibility, she was sent to Dandelion Hospital, where she became my long-term patient.
I nodded slightly, thinking to myself: This isn't so bad; in this chaotic mental hospital, it's nice to occasionally see a beautiful female patient. Although she is dangerous, she undoubtedly adds a splash of color to my monotonous life.
Time flowed like sand slipping through fingers; day by day passed quietly, and before I knew it, a month had gone by.
The weather gradually turned cooler, and a hint of chill began to permeate the air. It wasn't until I saw the first sycamore leaf fall in the hospital courtyard that I realized autumn had arrived.
I lifted my gaze slightly and watched as the leaf drifted down slowly, a trace of melancholy flashing in my eyes.
Under the treatment of medication, Liu Yan's condition showed some improvement.
Every afternoon, I would push her wheelchair, taking slow and steady steps as we basked in the sunlight in the open space.
Each time, she would sit quietly in her wheelchair, not saying a word, her gaze vacant as she stared at the lines on her palm, her thoughts seemingly lost in an empty wilderness, darting around aimlessly.
I would be beside her, racking my brain for topics to break the silence, but she often treated me like transparent air, leaving me to perform a one-man show. I would helplessly pout, yet deep down, I refused to give up.
On payday, I sat in the duty room, holding a paycheck with a pitiful number that was hard to look at, but my mind was occupied with thoughts of getting Liu Yan a gift.
I secretly checked her file; her birthday was just a few days away. A slight smile crept onto my lips as I felt a surge of anticipation. I wanted to surprise her, even though it seemed like I didn’t exist in her eyes.
Another late night came around for my shift. I sat in the duty room, staring listlessly at the computer screen without any desire to play on it.
Ever since Liu Yan arrived, I had gradually lost touch with friends online. I sighed helplessly, knowing that I could no longer find solace in chatting online.
I casually flipped open a book—it was a medical text about treating schizophrenia.
I straightened my back and focused my gaze; I was a dedicated doctor who genuinely wanted to cure Liu Yan's illness.
Of course, beneath that professional desire lay my personal wish to get closer to her. I gently stroked the pages of the book, lost in thought.
I don’t know how long I had been reading—maybe two hours, maybe five. My eyes began to ache and my vision blurred. Slowly, I closed the book and shut my eyes, lifting my hands to perform eye exercises, massaging around my eye sockets in an attempt to relieve the fatigue.
Suddenly, a soft voice echoed in my ear—it was a woman's voice: "What time is it?"
The voice seemed to emerge from the depths of a dark abyss, cold and ethereal.
I suddenly lifted my head and saw a woman standing outside the small window of the medication room.
Due to the backlight, I could only make out a blurry silhouette and couldn't see her face clearly, but her figure felt strangely familiar.
My body stiffened slightly, and I instinctively picked up my phone to check the time: "Four-thirty." My voice trembled slightly, tinged with nervousness.
The woman let out a soft "Oh" and slowly turned away. Her movements were slow and stiff, like a puppet being controlled.
She walked slowly toward the green doors of the elevator, her long hair cascading down her back, gently swaying in the draft like black silk dancing in the wind.
It seemed as if her knees weren't moving at all; she appeared to be floating, her posture extremely eerie.
I couldn't help but shiver, my whole body trembling slightly, my teeth chattering involuntarily.
Then it hit me—I was in the Intensive Care Unit of a Mental Hospital, a completely enclosed space where no outsiders could enter.
Who was she? My heart filled with confusion and fear, and my heartbeat quickened sharply.
I hurriedly stood up and rushed out of the medication room without thinking. I saw the woman standing before the green elevator doors, her limbs spread wide as if embracing something unknown. Her hands pressed tightly against the cold metal door, as if welcoming an unseen darkness.
Taking a deep breath to muster my courage, I ran up behind her and gently tapped her shoulder. As my hand made contact, I heard a faint snore escape her lips.
Her body trembled violently, as if awakened by something terrifying, and she slowly turned around.
I saw her face. Ah! It was Liu Yan!
Her eyes were half-closed as she faced me, and a gentle breath escaped from her nostrils, brushing softly against my cheek.
There was barely two centimeters between her face and mine, and I could truly feel her warm breath, carrying a faint sweetness that filled my heart with unease.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open, and a chill washed over me, like a biting cold wind piercing through my body. Liu Yan began to sway, resembling a flickering candle in the wind, as if she might extinguish at any moment.
In an instant, it seemed she lost her support and collapsed before me; she had fainted.
At that moment, realization struck me—she was sleepwalking! I felt a wave of frustration for being so slow to understand.
Sleepwalking was a common occurrence in our hospital, but why was I so dazed today?
I knew well that sleepwalkers must never be awakened, as it could worsen their condition. I quickly crouched down and carefully lifted Liu Yan into my arms. Her body was light and soft; I held her tightly and hurried back to her room.
I gently pushed open the wooden door to her ward with my shoulder, moving cautiously to avoid disturbing her. I laid her down on her bed. The room was dark, but through the iron bars of the window, moonlight draped over her like a veil, adding an air of mysterious beauty.
Liu Yan's chest rose and fell rhythmically, her face slightly flushed as if she were a flower blooming under the moonlight. I found myself gazing at her quietly, feeling an unbidden infatuation wash over me, my eyes filled with tenderness and pity.
I swallowed hard, as if trying to gulp down the restless desire stirring within me. I struggled to suppress my emotions and slowly exited her room, carefully closing the door behind me. The sound of the door clicking shut echoed in the silent corridor like a suppressed sigh from my heart.
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