Chapter 10: Moving into the Isolation Layer
Building No. 3 of the Seventh Hospital is divided into several parts. The first floor is the reception, gate and pharmacy. The second floor is the observation room. Above that are three floors of wards, and above that are the three floors of critical care areas, which are called the upper three floors by patients. The lowest floor is the isolation floor, which is the isolation observation area, where newly admitted patients are isolated and observed. 24-hour observation records whether they are dangerous or have suicidal tendencies. Above that are the sponge rooms where the real dangerous elements live.
The rooms on the top floor were covered with thick sponges on all sides, and the windows were blocked by iron bars as thick as thumbs. Unless one bit one's tongue to commit suicide, one could not commit suicide. Except for mealtimes, some patients living here had to wear straitjackets at other times, and even had to be fed. Naturally, the hospitalization fee would be much higher than that of ordinary patients.
Zhang Dadao's crime was not enough to qualify him for such a high-standard room, so he could only live in the isolation floor. Behind Building No. 3, there was another much shorter house. It was specially used to house patients with loud movements and severe bipolar disorder, and it was also considered part of the intensive care unit.
Zhang Dadao was led by Su Jinjin to register his personal information in the duty room of the isolation floor, and then he was handed over to Luo Bo, the resident doctor of the isolation floor. This doctor, nicknamed Luobo, was about 40 years old and was also an old acquaintance of Zhang Dadao. After Su Jinjin left, Luobo looked at Zhang Dadao and said with a smile: "You little charlatan, are you capable? You have caused such a big mess, and Director Guo was almost mad at you! If two doctors die in one day, our Seventh Hospital will be on the news."
Zhang Dadao curled his lips and said, "Are you all good at hearing? Does the whole hospital know about it now? But if it's on the news, then Lao Chen's death is enough to make the news, right?"
Luobo nodded and said, "There is news on the Internet, but I didn't know it was a doctor from our Seventh Hospital. But you actually pretended to be a doctor. You mental patients really know how to play. I just received a call. The 'movie king' will have to come over to accompany you soon. Who knows, he may live next door to you!"
Luobo took down a bunch of keys and led Zhang Dadao to the isolation room. As they walked, he asked, "What are you thinking? You dare to cause trouble today ?"
Zhang Dadao looked innocent and said, "It has nothing to do with me. I just wanted to watch the fun. The main reason is that the 'movie king' is sick. You know, I'm an honest man!"
"You?" Luobo opened the door with a ridiculous look on his face, shaking his head. When Zhang Dadao walked in, Luobo spoke again: "Be careful, don't talk to the people next door. The writer next to you just came yesterday!"
Zhang Dadao's eyes lit up, he nodded and said, "Thank you!" Then he obediently walked into the ward .
Luobo, a middle-aged doctor with a Mediterranean look, is considered a veteran among the doctors in the Seventh Hospital. He has been here since Zhang Dadao came. His ability is average, and he is still only an attending physician. Other doctors with similar qualifications have become directors, but he is still following them to look after the building. However, as a psychiatrist, this guy's talent can be said to be top-notch. At least after so many years, he has not resigned or become a patient.
In Zhang Dadao's opinion, the main reason why this guy didn't go crazy was because he was almost a psychopath. Luobo seemed to be able to understand the patient's condition almost intuitively, as if he had a special ability. Even without looking at the medical records, he could tell the type of patient at a glance. Most of the patients in the inpatient department had nicknames given by this guy.
After entering the room, Zhang Dadao looked around and found that nothing had changed since he was locked up last year.
The walls and furniture in the isolation room were also soft-treated, and there were no heavy objects or sharp objects that could be moved. Although not as impeccable as the two floors above, the several surveillance cameras covering the entire room were also one of the security guarantees here. No matter what happened, the doctors and nurses on duty would appear at the first time. Although the Seventh Hospital was a psychiatric hospital, everything needed for emergency treatment was prepared. With these things on hand, it was not enough to kill myself.
This was not the first time Zhang Dadao had come to the isolation room. He sat down on the floor by the door and began to sigh. Life in the isolation room was not easy. Not only was there no one to talk, but there were also no leisure facilities. Apart from leaning against the iron railings to count cars, there was nothing else to do.
After lunch every day, he could have half an hour of exercise under the supervision of doctors and nurses, but the rest of the time he had to stay in this small room of less than ten square meters. What was even more cruel was that Zhang Dadao was sent here as a punishment, and even whether he would be taken out for exercise depended on the doctor's mood. After watching a lively show with the movie star, he even missed lunch time. Zhang Dadao rubbed his uncomfortable stomach and muttered in a low voice with some regret:
"Sure enough, fasting does work! If I had known this would happen, I would have prepared for it earlier! Alas."
Zhang Dadao let out a long sigh, and then he heard a commotion outside. A familiar voice kept shouting, "You can't do this, I want to make a movie! If you let me go, I'll give you autographs and take photos with you!" Then it seemed as if someone was blocking his mouth, and there were continuous "woohoo" sounds and sounds of struggling.
Zhang Dadao sighed again: "This 'movie actor' is really courting death! He's going to end up in the critical care unit if he keeps going this way!"
The "movie king" was stuffed into the house on the other side of Zhang Dadao. Zhang Dadao sighed again and looked up at the ceiling in a daze. This was also one of his abilities. He stayed there for an entire afternoon, and time passed silently. The "movie king" next door made a fuss for a while, and then became quiet.
Zhang Dadao was awakened by a few knocks on the door. He knew it was time for dinner, so he opened the small door and brought in the dinner. Just as he was about to eat, the door knocked twice more. Zhang Dadao was startled, and he opened the partition on the door again and looked outside. He saw Old Man Han squatting outside the door and winking at him through the small window. Zhang Dadao was shocked and looked at Old Man Han in surprise:
"Of course! Old man, you really are the master of the Seventh Courtyard! Can you even get into this place?"
Old Man Han was amused, nodded and said, "Well-known, well-known! You are the one who can do it! Now the news has spread everywhere, you and the 'Best Actor' have even alarmed the dean. If this patient pretends to be a doctor is told to others, it will be embarrassing for our Seventh Hospital! The doctor in the laboratory was scolded by Lao Guo."
"Well, the spray writing is good!" Zhang Dadao had something stuffed in his mouth and was mumbling so loudly that it was difficult to hear what he was saying.
Old Man Han suddenly moved closer, pointed to the left and said, "The new guy from yesterday is next door. You can talk to him if you have anything to say." Then he stepped back a little and waved his hand, "Okay, I'm leaving first. See you when you come out in three days!"
After saying this, without waiting for Zhang Dadao to say anything, Old Man Han disappeared silently again.
Zhang Dadao swallowed a mouthful of food, ate a few more bites of it, and muttered in a low voice: "Damn it, Old Man Han is becoming more and more like a ghost. As he ages, he becomes a ghost, and as he ages, he becomes a thief. He appears and disappears like a ghost, and he really looks like a thief."
After taking the last bite of rice, Zhang Dadao pushed the plate out through the door again. Time passed quietly, and suddenly the room went dark. Zhang Dadao jumped up and knocked on the door twice.
Then a vague voice came from next door, saying, "Are you looking for me? What's the matter?"
The voice did not belong to the "movie actor", but to the "writer" that Zhang Dadao was looking for.
