Prologue: Laohe Mountain
In the west of Hangzhou, Jiangnan, between Tianmushan Road and Xixi Road at the foot of Laohe Mountain, the roaring sound of motors echoed in the misty night, and the lights whistled past like a phantom, making Laohe Mountain in the shadows look like a giant beast. Since the 70-mph and a series of drunk driving cases that shocked the country a few years ago, the second generation in Hangzhou have moved the location of the drag racing to a more remote place. Although Xixi Road is not as wide and bright as the neighboring Tianmushan Road, it is also remote with few people and few surveillance cameras. It is the most suitable place for doing this crazy thing in the middle of the night.
What's even better is that there are no large residential areas near this stretch of road. After nightfall, there are very few pedestrians. In the middle of the night, except for the occasional luxury car roaring past, it seems extremely quiet. People who play with cars are moving, and people who repair cars are naturally moving too. There are many car repair shops on Xixi Road. Opposite the Xixi Road car repair shops are several lonely buildings, which are separated by high walls. The buildings without a trace of light look a bit gloomy. The dark windows on the white exterior walls are like ghost eyes that swallow light under the dim lights of Xixi Road.
Occasionally, a little cold white light came through the window, which made the house look even colder. Even though it was mid-April, many places in the south had already entered summer, but this place in the shade of the mountain was not hot at all, and there was no sound of insects. If it weren't for the occasional roar, it would have been like a dead place.
Suddenly, a strange howl broke the silence, and then several windows lit up, and the whole building seemed to come alive. The dark windows lit up white light, and the cold feeling disappeared, but the noisy shouting, crying, cursing, and weird screams made the building even more weird. A silver-white coupe came roaring and suddenly stopped outside the wall. A young man with short hair standing up like a hedgehog got out of the car, holding a can of beer in his hand. He opened the door on the other side and took out a drunk girl with heavy eyeshadow. He poured a sip of beer into her mouth and pointed at the building and said:
"Damn it! Look at this, this is the Seventh Hospital. These crazy people are still awake in the middle of the night!"
"..." The drunken girl squinted her eyes, as if the light was a bit dazzling. The woman murmured a few times, and the young man laughed and slapped the woman's face hard, then stuffed the woman into the car and continued to roar towards the wetlands in the west.
This strange-looking building is also well-known in the city of Hangzhou, along with several buildings that are a little far from it. This place, known as the Hangzhou Seventh Hospital, is where Hangzhou people often appear when they curse. As a specialized tertiary-level A hospital that treats mental and psychological diseases, it is natural that the Seventh Hospital, known as the "Psychiatric Hospital" by the common people, would appear in curse words.
This independent building, the No. 3 ward building, is not only the inpatient department of the Seventh Hospital, but also the intensive care unit with thick steel bars on the windows of the upper three floors, which is the most feared area by everyone in the hospital, from doctors and nurses to doormen and cleaners.
Mental illness, or neurosis in folklore, has always been known for being difficult to measure. Even professional doctors find it difficult to predict the behavior . After all, this is a group of people whose values are completely different from those of normal people. Therefore, psychiatrists have always been in a high-risk profession. This is not just about the aggressiveness of patients that will hurt them, but that under the impact of those very different values and worldviews, people with slightly fragile psychology will have problems.
There have always been many cases of psychiatrists becoming mentally ill or even being tricked by their patients into committing suicide. Of course, such patients are not common. Most patients can probably still be controlled!
Zhang Dadao is a senior patient of Hangzhou No. 7 Hospital. He was admitted to the hospital at the age of seven and has been there for eight years. It can be said that most doctors in the No. 7 Hospital are not as senior as him. After a car accident at the age of seven, Zhang Dadao first entered the Child Psychology Research Laboratory, then the Psychological Rehabilitation Center, and finally transferred to the Psychiatry Department. He has lived in this hospital for eight years. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the treasure of the hospital.
According to the diagnosis, Zhang Dadao suffered from a series of diseases such as schizophrenia, split personality, and paranoia after witnessing his parents' death in a car accident when he was seven years old. Fortunately, he was not transferred to the intensive care unit because he was not aggressive.
In the eyes of most newly admitted doctors, Zhang Dadao was a strange man. Although they certainly did not believe that this young man claimed to be the reincarnation of the thirteenth generation of heavenly masters, and it was even more impossible for them to provide him with cinnabar, talisman paper, peach wood swords, etc. to prove himself. However, for some patients to be fooled by Zhang Dadao, even many chief experts found it incredible. In the end, the doctors could only attribute the reason to: patients have more common language with each other. This is a strange reason.
In addition to Zhang Dadao, the Seventh Hospital has several treasures. The first one is the old mental patient who is called Han Lao by everyone from the director to the cleaner. This old man is a strange man. Compared with Zhang Dadao, this old man is even more of a legend in the hospital. It is said that many patients with serious illnesses were cured and discharged after chatting with the old man a few times. Of course, since the old man made several patients worse and made his attending physician successfully become his fellow patient, the hospital strictly forbade him to contact other patients.
Except for Zhang Dadao, who was immune to all poisons and did not change much after being in contact with the old man, and was still allowed to get close to the old man, other patients were restricted from getting close to the old man. In the words of the doctor, Old Man Han used the hospital as a nursing home. Old Man Han, who had stopped taking medicine for several years, was the only patient in the Seventh Hospital who was more senior than Zhang Dadao.
Compared to Zhang Dadao who believed that he was the reincarnation of the third generation of heavenly master, this old man was far more abnormal. Although the old man looked like a retired cadre and was more like an expert than the old experts in the hospital, it still could not change the fact that he was mentally ill. Even the old man's children, except for the New Year holidays, did not come to visit him, and they had not come once in the past two years.
Of course, Old Man Han didn't care about this. Instead, many patients who were cured by the old man often came back to visit him, and they called him "Teacher" in a very friendly way!
Although Zhang Dadao said he didn't care, he was still a little envious in his heart. If the disciples of Longhu Mountain came to see him, it would be very beautiful. Of course, Zhang Dadao knew very well that if this matter really spread to Longhu Mountain, the contemporary Zhang Tianshi would definitely think he was crazy. In fact, except for some patients in the entire Seventh Hospital, everyone thought he was crazy.
The noise in the hospital building gradually subsided. Even a patient who claimed to be immune to all poisons could not make any waves under the effect of diazepam. The intervals between cars whizzing by on Xixi Road became longer and longer. It took a long time to see a car. In the quiet second half of the night, the chirping of insects on Laohe Mountain could be heard faintly. The sky gradually turned white and the sky became clear.
