After about a few dozen minutes, Zhou Ran gradually felt that the original sense of powerlessness gradually disappeared. Although his right hand was still a little weak, it was nothing serious. Just as he was about to get up to figure out everything, the sound of unlocking from the door of the ward once again made him suppress his desire to explore and lie quietly on the hospital bed. This strange hospital everywhere always made Zhou Ran feel a sense of depression. He felt that he seemed to have overlooked something important.

The person who walked into the ward was not the black medical staff whom Zhou Ran had originally planned to leave, but a kind-looking white middle-aged man with a blond hair and blue eyes and a little middle-aged bald man wearing a white coat. He looked at Zhou Ran on the hospital bed. The middle-aged man showed inquiring eyes at the red-haired nurse beside him.

Opening the patient's file in his hand, the red-haired nurse nodded confidently and signaled to the doctor that there was nothing wrong. Her ordinary appearance was freckles common to Europeans and Americans on her face, but her figure was as plump as European and American women. Her delicate upper body stretched out the snow-white nurse's uniform a little wide. Her name was printed on the brand on her chest - Susan, which was as ordinary as expected.

Reply from nurse Susan, the middle-aged man nodded and then put on a kind smile on his face. He looked at Zhou Ran who was still lying on the hospital bed and said, "Welcome to Arkham Mental Hospital, ours, um... Mr. Zhou Ran," he called Zhou Ran's name in a strange American accent, and the man then introduced himself, "I am your attending doctor Martin Jorede, you can call me Dr. Martin."

"Doctor Martin?" It seems that it is meaningless to continue to pretend to fall asleep. Zhou Ran slowly opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who called himself Doctor Martin, and the red-haired nurse with Susan printed on the breast plate beside him, and said calmly, "So, why did Dr. Martin, I was sent to the mental hospital in Arkham for why?"

Arkham Mental Hospital, a famous villain hospital in Gotham City, Zhou Ran really doesn't understand what reason he has to come in, an ordinary foreign student.

Martin, who was used to seeing all kinds of strange patients, was slightly surprised. He frowned and looked up and down at Zhou Ran on the hospital bed. From the outside, the thin Asian man in front of him was indeed not like a person who could do that kind of thing on the street. However, as a professional doctor, he still had to uphold his professional attitude. The more normal a person looks, the less he should not take it too lightly.

He secretly warned himself in his heart, and opened the patient files in his hand, Martin tried to make his voice sound easy-going, because the patients he faced were all patients with mental conditions, so he would work hard on his tone and attitude of speaking, and try not to stimulate these patients as much as possible. "So, Mr. Zhou Ran, do you still remember what happened to me on Street No. 3 not long ago?" As he said, Martin looked at Zhou Ran's pale face, hoping that he could see something from it.

However, obviously he was disappointed, and shook his head with a confused expression at his inquiry bed, "Sorry, Dr. Martin, I don't remember what happened to No. 3 Street..."

"Is that?" sighed regretfully. Although it was not very likely that the reason for the incident was found out from the other party, the inevitable response of Zhou Ran still disappointed Martin. After adjusting his emotions, he still put on that kind smile and comforted him, "It's okay, Mr. Zhou Ran, we will help you, please don't worry too much."

That's how I was worried. Martin's comfort did not make Zhou Ran feel relieved, but made him even more uneasy. After all, Arkham is not an ordinary hospital, so how can he feel at ease when he was locked in such a dangerous mental hospital? What happened on Street No. 3? Zhou Ran frowned and tried hard to recall everything that happened before his car accident, but still had no memory to help the current situation.

The first patient's consultation time was over. Zhou Ran couldn't help but ask, "Doctor Martin, when can I go out from here?" Why did he come to Arkham? Where did the scars left by the car accident go? Zhou Ran had a lot of doubts waiting for an answer.

"There will be, when I diagnose you with normal conditions." The doctor always hopes to give the patients hope. Even as a mental doctor, Martin still hopes that his patients can recover. Although it is not certain whether Zhou Ran is really normal, this does not prevent him from answering comfortingly, "I believe this day will arrive soon."

"I believe it too..." Looking at Dr. Martin and his disappearing back, Zhou Ran nodded and murmured, hoping that this day would not be too long.

Outside the ward, Nurse Susan locked the door again and glanced at Zhou Ran on the hospital bed through the railing of the window. The other party's lowered head made her unable to see the pretty face of the Asian man. But she must be very sad. When she was sent here, a trace of pity flashed in Susan's eyes and thought to herself.

"Why, Dr. Martin didn't tell him about the matter on Street No. 3?" Nurse Susan couldn't help asking curiously when she looked at the gentle Martin beside her with confusion. She really didn't understand why Dr. Martin chose not to tell the man named Zhou Ran in the ward the truth.

"You have to know, Susan," stopped, and Dr. Martin explained kindly, "not everyone can accept that kind of thing, not to mention that as patients, our doctors' accusations are more directed than stimulating..." Among most psychiatrists, Dr. Martin can be considered a more friendly existence. Whether treating patients or colleagues, they often smile, so Susan nodded and showed an expression of approval for the reasons he gave.

The doctor's departure made the ward quiet again. The seemingly unrestrained screams from his ears told Zhou Ran that everything was real. The bright sunlight shone through the only window in the ward on the snow-white sheets on the bed, making everything look particularly pale.

"Is this Arkham, a mental hospital?" Zhou Ran struggled to hold his body and staggered down from the hospital bed. The arrangement in the ward was particularly simple. Beside the wall were metal tables and chairs fixed to the floor, and on the other side was a simple bathroom. He supported his weak body and walked into the sink to wipe his face with water. Looking at the pale face in the mirror reflecting the closed window, he pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a crying smile.

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Chapter completed!