Mental hospital?

So it’s a bunch of lunatics who come knocking on the door every night?

Chu Hanxing was thoughtful and looked around. The white building occupied a small area and was planted with many trees. It surrounded the hospital, leaving only a road leading to the hospital.

Looking out from the hospital, you can see endless dark green, the forest is mixed with clouds and mist, and the environment is quiet. A white cross and dark black fence in front of the hospital give the place a sense of fortitude.

The forest has no end in sight, and the further it extends, the blurrier it becomes, even a ghostly shadow.

That's the border of the barrier. You can't get out. There's nothing outside. It's just covered with forest, just like the edge of the barrier before was covered with thick white mist.

Domestic hospital crosses are generally red, but this hospital is white. Could it be that the people there believe in Christianity, so they use white to express their faith?

"Chu Hanxing, there are a lot of resentful spirits here."

Chu Bai opened the palm of his hand covering its head and looked around with his round eyes.

Chu Hanxing raised his eyes and saw the white cross hanging high in the sky, solemn and solemn. He could vaguely hear the priest singing carols in the church. Everything was so holy.

Use faith to cleanse the troubled hearts of those lunatics?

Chu Hanxing lowered his eyelids and sighed softly: "That's it."

——Didi, the yellow bus drove in from the road opened in the woods.

Chu Hanxing's left hand was level with his dantian, he made a gesture, and his figure disappeared instantly.

The bus stopped slowly at the entrance of the hospital. With a pop, the door opened, and a doctor carrying a briefcase and wearing a white coat got out of the bus.

He wore silver-rimmed glasses, polished leather shoes, combed his hair with pomade, and had a fair face, meticulously groomed like an elite.

The elite man pushed up his glasses, put a smile on his lips, and politely thanked the driver. He bent his upper body at fifteen degrees and was polite.

He took a few steps back, and the bus started again, circled around, and drove away.

The elite man straightened his white shirt and tie, turned around, and walked towards the hospital.

He stumbled on his feet as he walked. Before one foot was fully planted, the other foot stepped out again.

Although the elite man disguises himself well, his frivolous steps betray his character.

Chu Hanxing put down his hand, good, it's him.

Memories are gradually awakening, and noisy voices begin to sound.

Chu Hanxing struck the elite man on the back of the neck with a knife. There was no one around, so she dragged him away.

A minute later, someone came to the door, rang the doorbell, and handed over his business card.

"Ah, so you are the psychiatrist hired by the dean, Ms. Bourne?"

The woman was a little surprised. From the name, she thought it would be a male doctor.

"Yes." Chu Hanxing pushed up his glasses, took out a letter from his briefcase, and smiled politely, "I'm here to serve. Is the dean here?"

The woman stared at the envelope to identify it and found that it was indeed the dean's handwriting.

She smiled apologetically: "Yes, I'll open the door for you right now."

The woman then took out a large set of keys, and the jingling of keys caused a hollow echo.

She fiddled with the keys skillfully, held one of the keys, shook it, shook the pile apart, inserted the lock cylinder and turned it, then changed another key and opened the other lock.

Her movements were very methodical. She untied the long black iron chains that tied the iron door, opened the door, and left a small gap for only one person to come in.

She stepped aside and Chu Hanxing nodded slightly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The woman quickly turned around, closed the door, straightened the chain, threaded it around the middle railing of the door ten times, locked it, and finally took out the key.

"Please come with me. His office is on the sixteenth floor."

"OK."

The woman's attire is a black robe with a white border around the collar and headscarf.

"Are you a nun?"

"Yes." The nun pointed to the north of the hospital, "That's our church."

"But isn't this a mental hospital? Why would a church be set up here?"

Chu Hanxing showed the doubts expected of a newcomer.

The nun held the cross on her chest: "Because the Lord will save them. Even though their souls are dirty, as long as God is there, their souls will go to heaven in the future. Therefore, I will pray for them every week."

The nun quickly tapped her forehead and shoulders and whispered: "May the Lord forgive them, Amen."

She kissed the cross on her chest devoutly and then put it inside her black robe.

They passed the pool and climbed the twenty-eight steps. The nun opened the door, and classical music could be heard. At the same time, many gazes were cast from the darkness.

Chu Hanxing looked calm: "Because they have mental problems, so their souls are dirty to God?"

"Of course not."

The two entered the elevator. The nun pressed the door button to block the sight. The reflection of the two people was reflected in the elevator. The nun stared at Chu Hanxing's reflection, "Ms. Bourne, they are good at pretending and telling miserable stories."

You must be careful about deceiving new doctors."

She turned around and her voice became very low, making people feel cramped and stuffy in the quiet and small space.

"The last doctor I brought in, after he came in, he never left again."

Chu Hanxing's eyes moved, his breathing became rapid, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "Is he dead?"

The nun shook her head, as if she didn't want to say anything more. Her face was covered with a layer of white veil under the dimming light, making the past even more mysterious.

Chu Bai poked his head out of the pocket of his white coat and wanted to say something, but Chu Hanxing pushed him in.

It frowned, but two fingers were put into the pocket to scratch its belly. Chu Bai was instantly happy.

Ding, the sixteenth floor has arrived. The nun walked out first and knocked on a heavy wooden door. After a moment, the person inside shouted: "Please come in."

The nun opened the door, and sitting behind the desk was a man in his fifties, wearing a dark suit, bald, not tall, with an Asian face, blue pupils, and was of mixed race.

Sister: "Dean, this is the psychiatrist here, Ms. Byrne."

"I understand." The dean's face was serious, but his tone was very kind. He pointed to the chair opposite, "Bourne, please sit down."

Chu Hanxing put a proper smile on his lips, nodded his chin slightly, raised his little finger, pulled out the chair and sat down.

The abbess gave the nun a wink, and the nun stepped out and closed the heavy wooden door.

The dean took off his glasses and looked at Chu Hanxing with his blue eyes: "I'm glad you came to our hospital as a psychiatrist. To be honest, you surprised me. I originally thought the person communicating with me via email was a gentleman.

"

His eyes were somewhat scrutinizing, not missing every detail of Chu Hanxing's body.

With his white coat, white shirt, a pair of well-maintained but still visible silver-rimmed glasses, and his frivolous steps, you can see through the hypocrisy and snobbishness behind his politeness at a glance.

She is indeed Bourne.
Chapter completed!