Chapter 209 Sanatorium 7
"Seeing this data report showing the loss of so many young lives, to be honest, I was both shocked and heartbroken."
The director of the sanatorium made a sad expression, but then turned his face to reveal a look of inquiry and doubt.
"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Wen, I'm curious where this data came from and how authentic it is."
When the dean asked this question, several chief physicians beside him immediately reacted and followed suit to question it.
The reason why the sanatorium has been able to stand firm in City A for such a long time and gain so much money, fame and fortune is inseparable from their complete confidentiality measures.
The list of admitted patients has always been kept at the highest level of confidentiality to prevent someone from getting ahold of the list and discovering some hidden problems.
Therefore, they simply did not believe that a few students from University A could obtain this list on their own and investigate the survival status of so many people on the list.
So it is very likely that this list is fake.
Wen Ning just deliberately came over with a fake list and cried "stop thief".
Haha, there are quite a few little ideas.
But it's of no use.
Suddenly, all the attending doctors looked at Wen Ning with a hint of contempt.
"Yeah, yeah, where did you get this data? Don't tell me you're deliberately making up a bunch of fake data to deceive us."
"University A is one of the top universities in China, and its students are the pillars of our country. How could they do such a fraudulent thing?"
"You little kids are so greedy that you're fabricating stories just to get some publicity. Does your teacher know what you're doing?"
"Student Wen Ning, even if you want to retaliate against the sanatorium, you can't use such fraudulent things to smear it."
Not to mention that many children committed suicide after being discharged from the hospital, there are countless children who died in nursing homes. These people know it clearly in their hearts, but they can still question it so confidently at this moment.
A trace of resentment surged in Wen Ning's heart, and she couldn't help but recall the scene she witnessed when she first came to the sanatorium.
Three years ago, a 15 or 16-year-old child threatened to jump off a building and commit suicide shortly after being discharged from the hospital. In a state of emotional breakdown, he exposed the many evil deeds of the nursing home to his parents and relatives. His parents then brought the child to the nursing home to confront them.
When they first encountered this situation, the doctors in the sanatorium were a little panicked, but the director soon said that the child might have been stimulated outside, which led to his mental illness. At the same time, he solemnly promised that all children treated in the sanatorium would receive free follow-up treatment for life.
The parents were deceived by the director and no longer trusted their child. Instead, they believed in the sanatorium and immediately decided to send their child back to the sanatorium for treatment.
However, for every child who leaves the nursing home, the most terrifying thing is not illness, pain, or death, but returning to this hellish place.
That day, the child begged her parents and the nursing home desperately, and cried and admitted that she was provoked and deliberately went against her parents and slandered the nursing home. Now she knows she was wrong and promises to listen to her parents in the future and be a good child in their eyes. They only asked not to let her go back to the nursing home.
But her parents did not agree to her request and still resolutely sent her back to the sanatorium for further treatment for another year.
Knowing that there was no turning back, she immediately suffered a mental breakdown and died by hitting her head against the wall.
Wen Ning watched helplessly as a young life passed away in front of her, feeling angry and desperate, but powerless to do anything.
"I don't think we have any obligation to report to you the source of this data list, but the only thing we can be sure of is that the list is guaranteed to be found within the scope of the law and is guaranteed to be authentic and reliable."
"If you doctors have any doubts, the list is here. You can verify its authenticity by comparing it with the patient list of the nursing home."
The director of the sanatorium glared at Wen Ning with a gloomy look, his eyes as sharp as a knife. If they could become reality, he would definitely want to torture her to death piece by piece.
He had to admit that Wen Ning had indeed caught him off guard.
The dean stared at the shocking red characters, his clenched fists shaking more and more violently.
After a long while, he suppressed his inner panic and anger and spoke calmly.
"We won't discuss the authenticity of this list for now. We just want to emphasize that when our patients are discharged, they are evaluated by our professional doctors to ensure that their conditions are under control and meet the discharge criteria."
"Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that some parents, for various personal reasons, force their patients to be discharged early. In such cases, although our nursing home will actively promote follow-up treatment and is willing to take lifelong responsibility for each child, we often encounter various obstacles, resulting in delayed follow-up treatment."
"Although we are unsure of the authenticity of this data, we will be dispatching someone to investigate this matter later, as we are committed to treating every patient with due care and responsibility."
In the end, the director of the sanatorium answered with empty words, and then immediately made a gesture to the several chief physicians standing next to him.
Several attending physicians were also very smart and immediately reacted and said.
"Dean, it's almost ten o'clock now. The medical discussion meeting is about to begin. Please go to the meeting first."
The director of the sanatorium also pretended to be dissatisfied and complained, "Didn't it say it would start at 10:30? Why is it suddenly early?"
"Nurse Wang miscommunicated the message earlier. I've already reprimanded her, Dean. I'm truly sorry."
"Okay, remind your subordinates to be more careful in the future." After saying that, the dean smiled at Zhou Xiaoyan with a hint of apology, and spoke gently and politely.
"Excuse me, students. I have a meeting to attend. I'm afraid our interview will end here. I'll have Director Li show you around the sanatorium. If you're interested, we can also do some other interviews."
After saying that, the dean stood up and glared coldly at Wen Ning before leaving. Then he hurriedly left with a group of doctors.
"Dean, are the data provided by those little girls true or false?" an attending physician asked anxiously, unable to bear it any longer.
The director of the sanatorium had a gloomy face and glared at her coldly, "You ask me, who should I ask? Investigate for me, investigate thoroughly. Find out who leaked the list of patients in the sanatorium!"
Hearing the dean's anger, the doctors stopped chattering and quickly agreed.
However, they all had a vague feeling in their hearts that if Wen Ning's list was true, then the data on it were also true.
After all, these doctors, or the executioners, knew very well what kind of place a sanatorium was.
Those so-called patients were naturally trained to be obedient and well-behaved in the sanatorium, and they didn't even dare to have thoughts of committing suicide.
However, after experiencing high-intensity torture and being discharged from the hospital, many people may not be able to bear the psychological pressure and choose to commit suicide.
Seeing that everyone looked as if they were facing a great enemy, the director of the sanatorium took two deep breaths and said.
"All of you, take that look of despair off your faces and stop looking so guilty and scared!"
"Those people chose to commit suicide one or two years after leaving our sanatorium. Anything could have happened in those two years. Why are you blaming us for all this?"
When everyone heard this, they suddenly understood.
yes.
Those people have been discharged from the hospital for a long time. What does it have to do with the nursing home?
Whether they are dead or alive, crazy or insane, it has nothing to do with the sanatorium.
Haha, what can we do to them with just a record like this?
At this moment in the reception room, Chen Peng took out the data report with a serious face, frowned, and stared at the data report carefully.
Several students from the news club nearby also looked shocked.
"Oh my god, why didn't I find this data report before? If it's true, this is too scary."
"Within five years after discharge, the suicide rate was as high as 50%. How is this different from murder..."
"No, no, I just can't believe it. This is a little too scary. Xiaoyan, where did Junior Sister Wen Ning get this data? Is it true?"
However, before Zhou Xiaoyan and Wen Ning could reply, a girl wearing glasses next to them spoke with a sullen face.
"It should be true."
Everyone turned to look at her.
The girl with glasses frowned and said, "A few days ago, when I was looking up information about nursing homes, I stumbled upon several news reports about suicides that mentioned the word sanatorium."
"But because the news headlines put adolescent depression at the forefront, I thought it was simply academic pressure or some other kind of pressure that caused depression, which in turn led to the students' suicides."
"But when I saw the headline, I realized that all those news reports contained words related to sanatoriums. All of these students who committed suicide had been treated in sanatoriums."
Another girl joined in calmly, saying, "Logically, those who are discharged from the hospital should have their mental illness under control. Why is the suicide rate still so high..."
Most of the people present were girls, with pure, soft and kind hearts. When they suddenly heard that so many lives had been lost, they couldn't help but feel sad.
One of the short girls said harshly, "Just now I noticed that several doctors' faces changed when they saw this data table. They must be hiding something. This nursing home..."
As they spoke, everyone recalled Wen Ning's experiences and immediately turned their attention to her.
Wen Ning sighed slightly and said, "This sanatorium is indeed not as selfless and bright as it appears on the surface. It is dark and filthy behind the scenes."
Zhou Xiaoyan grabbed Wen Ning's hand and said, "Don't worry, Ningning. This time, we will definitely accompany you to expose the darkness of the sanatorium."
"I felt something was wrong the moment I walked in. A hospital that's supposed to be this luxurious, like a castle or manor, who would believe there's nothing fishy going on?"
"Yes, that's what I thought. I'll go to other places and look around and take pictures of anything else that doesn't make sense."
Wen Ning couldn't help but curl his eyes as he listened to the seniors' words. "Thank you all, seniors."
After hearing this, the others felt embarrassed. "Why are you thanking me? This is our duty and obligation as journalists."
"Yes, the reason I wanted to apply to journalism school and become a journalist was because I wanted to expose all the darkness and evil in this world and give everyone a bright world. Hehehe, this seems so childish, I'm a little embarrassed."
"Haha, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone has their own childhood ideals."
"Alas, but I'm different. When I was little, I saw the elegant, beautiful, and capable hosts on TV, and I was really attracted to them. So I thought I wanted to be like them when I grew up, so I applied to the Journalism School."
As Wen Ning listened to the words of his seniors, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.
No matter what the reasons for choosing the School of Journalism are, at least at this moment everyone has the same goal, which is to completely pierce the layer of darkness covering the sanatorium and expose it to the sun.
As they were talking, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
A chubby-looking man stood at the door, his triangular eyes slightly narrowed as he stared at Wen Ning in the crowd and spoke.
"Now let me take you to visit and experience the sanatorium."
Chen Peng pushed up his glasses, curled his lips and said, "Okay, then I'll trouble Doctor Li to lead the way."
Soon, the group arrived at the electric shock treatment room on the second floor.
Of course, the electric shock room is what patients like Wen Ning call this room. The full name of this room is the electronic pulse treatment room.
At this time, there were no patients in the electric shock room, only two doctors on duty. Everyone walked in one by one and finally got a glimpse of the full picture of this electronic pulse treatment room.
The room is about 20 to 30 square meters and is simply decorated with a seemingly ordinary medical bed, a chair, an instrument, and a trash can.
Apart from this, there was no other decoration in the room.
From the outside, this seems to be an ordinary treatment room.
However, Zhou Xiaoyan was still keenly aware that something was wrong with Wen Ning.
At this moment, Wen Ning's entire body seemed to be trembling uncontrollably, with beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead. He looked as if he was in a state of extreme anxiety and fear.
Zhou Xiaoyan frowned and asked with concern, "Ningning?"
Wen Ning seemed not to hear anything, his eyes fixed on the treatment device.
Doctor Li felt even happier when he saw Wen Ning like this. He raised his hands and clapped them twice in the air, signaling everyone to look at him.
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