Chapter 420: Chapter 420: Really Crazy
Mo Ke’s gaze deepened for a moment: “Song, Shu, Yan…”
The moment he called this name, Song Shuyan actually looked over at him, as if she had some reaction to this name!
“This… this is my name!”
She laughed hysterically: “You… how do you know my name? Do you know me?”
The caregiver asked, “Sir, do you know this patient?”
Mo Ke frowned slightly: “Yes, I do.”
The caregiver shivered even more: “Sir… what is your relationship with her? Can you pretend you didn’t see what just happened?”
She was afraid Mo Ke would report her to the hospital authorities for mistreating the patients, so she instinctively shifted her body, afraid that Mo Ke would see her name tag.
Mo Ke asked, “Is she insane?”
The caregiver said, “Yes, she has severe schizophrenia… sometimes she’s normal, sometimes she’s not! Any little trigger can make her relapse… Apparently, she committed a severe crime, then miscarried, lost her mind, and was sent here!”
Mo Ke’s heart was a complex mix of emotions, and he said, “I understand.”
The caregiver saw he wasn’t doing anything else and secretly sighed with relief: “Then I’ll… take her back to her room now!”
The caregiver went over to grab Song Shuyan.
As soon as Song Shuyan saw her, she panicked and hid behind Mo Ke, pointing at the caregiver and screaming: “Devil! You’re the devil! You’re the one who killed my baby! Don’t come over! Get away! Get away!”
Mo Ke turned his head back.
Song Shuyan was hysterically shouting, her eyes bulging like bronze bells, as if she had seen a ghost.
The caregiver’s face turned awkward.
She immediately called the security department, saying that a patient had snuck out.
Soon, the security personnel were dispatched to escort Song Shuyan back to her room.
Mo Ke learned from the caregiver that possibly due to the miscarriage, Song Shuyan suffered a significant shock, leading to severe paranoia and unstable mental condition.
Mo Ke asked, “Is there a possibility… that she’s pretending to be insane?”
The caregiver hesitated, then laughed: “Sir, indeed some people do feign insanity, but experienced doctors can tell real insanity from faked! This patient is clearly genuinely insane, otherwise, if she were just acting, many award-winning actresses would be put to shame!”
After returning, Mo Ke thought it over and decided to inform Huo Tingdong about this whole matter.
Huo Tingdong: “Understood.”
The next day.
He drove to the Psychiatric Hospital.
As soon as the car stopped, Mo Ke was already waiting in the parking lot. As soon as he saw him, he immediately approached: “Mr. Huo! I’ve made all the arrangements, Miss Song she…”
Huo Tingdong: “Let’s talk specifics after we see her!”
Mo Ke made a call to the director.
Ten minutes later, the director finally arrived.
Mo Ke had arrived at the hospital first and had called the director earlier. Initially, the director was indulging in some leisurely enjoyment somewhere, but upon hearing that a big figure from the Huace Group was visiting, he rushed to the hospital as quickly as possible.
Healthcare is a lucrative industry, and psychiatric hospitals also have some gray industry chains.
The Huace Group has stakes in several private hospitals as well.
The director was full of excitement, thinking Huace was going to invest.
As soon as Huo Tingdong and Mo Ke reached the entrance, the director led the crowd in enthusiastically welcoming them, resembling the scene of stars flanking the moon.
“Mr. Huo, it’s an honor to have you here! I apologize for not welcoming you sooner!”
The director was smiling ingratiatingly.
But Huo Tingdong didn’t indulge in pleasantries and got straight to the point: “I want to see someone.”
The director asked, “Who?”
Huo Tingdong reported the name: “Song Shuyan.”
The director, who usually wasn’t at the hospital, naturally wasn’t aware of her.
A few department heads immediately stepped forward and whispered a few sentences in his ear.
The director said, “I understand! Mr. Huo is referring to that Miss Song who was transferred from East City Women’s Prison to our hospital for treatment?”
“Yes.”
Huo Tingdong seemed to have lost some patience, his voice turning deeper.
The director’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately got cautious, adapting quickly: “The person… the person is in the inpatient department, Mr. Huo, let me lead you there!”
The director led the way personally at the front.
Huo Tingdong followed behind, heading to the inpatient building.
The Psychiatric Hospital’s inpatient building.
Fourth floor.
After walking down a long corridor, the group stopped in front of a room.
The director instructed, “Open the door.”
The structure of a psychiatric hospital room is different from that of a general hospital room.
Opening the outer door revealed an additional layer of stainless steel grating, with the windows also sealed tightly by stainless steel gratings, leaving only an exhaust fan.
In the empty room, besides a bed, there was nothing else.
On the bed, Song Shuyan sat disheveled against the edge, her wide, vacant eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Her once beautiful black hair was now like a mass of dried grass, tangled, knotted, and sticky with other unknown substances, appearing very filthy.
She curled up in the corner formed by the bed and the wall, her whole body looking sickly, her pale face lifeless, her hands constantly entangling her messy dirty hair, murmuring continuously, though it was unclear what she was muttering, as if half her soul had left her body, leaving just a walking corpse.
Through the grating, Huo Tingdong coldly observed her.
She seemed unaware that the door had been opened, just continuing her mindless swaying back and forth, occasionally using her head to lightly bump against the wall.
It’s hard to imagine…
She was once a prominent female Ph.D. holder.
Now, she’s in a state of mental breakdown, not only imprisoned but also reduced to such madness.
Mo Ke watched, sighing again!
Huo Tingdong took a step closer, standing outside the grating, looking at the spiritless Song Shuyan inside the room, his brows slightly furrowed.
As the director was about to exchange pleasantries, Huo Tingdong signaled for him to be silent.
After holding his breath and focusing for a moment, he finally heard what she was murmuring:
“Child, child… my child… my child…”
Her cracked lips were opening and closing continuously, as if possessed, repeating a few broken phrases over and over.
Looking at her hands, they were constantly entangling her hair, occasionally yanking and breaking strands, only to gather a new strand and wrap it around, circle after circle, before tearing it off again, maintaining this repetitive cycle, seemingly completely oblivious to pain!
She was already numb.
“My child… my child…”
Watching her in this sorrowful, obsessed state, Huo Tingdong turned to the attending physician responsible for Song Shuyan: “What’s her current state?”
The doctor replied, “Our preliminary diagnosis points to signs of schizophrenia.”