old acquaintance
In the following week, Song Yu felt that there were many things she couldn't figure out, as if her world was separated from many things by a layer of fog. So she posted online asking which temple was more effective and she wanted to go there to worship.
After she described her situation, the most-liked comment was, "Going to a temple is useless. Perhaps a psychologist would be more suitable for your needs."
A psychiatrist? Song Yu frowned. Is this necessary?
A few days later, Song Yu stood at the door of the psychotherapy room.
"Next."
The person inside came out with tears on his face. Song Yu was startled and subconsciously wanted to retreat. The doctor's voice came out again, "Is the next one here?"
“…” She walked in resignedly and sat in front of the doctor.
The doctor she registered with was a woman who looked young. She wore a pair of thin frameless glasses on her nose and her hair was tied back, revealing a full and smooth forehead. She had a gentle and elegant appearance and a warm jade bracelet on her wrist, which made her look very trustworthy.
When I walked in, the doctor was looking down at some documents. When he noticed someone sitting down in front of him, he looked up and smiled, "Hello, nice to meet you..."
The voice stopped abruptly. The doctor was stunned for a few seconds, then lowered his head and flipped through the documents in his hand. Then he raised his head again and stared at her without blinking and asked, "...Song Yu? Your name is Song Yu?"
"Yes, I'm Song Yu, and the number called is mine." She looked at the doctor calmly, then glanced at the woman's trembling hand on the table, "Doctor, is your hand okay?"
But the person in front of her said nothing, staring at her blankly as if recalling a past event. Being looked at like this, Song Yuqian frowned and said, "If you can't see me now, then I'll go out and find another doctor and make a new appointment."
After saying that, Song Yu stood up and prepared to leave.
"304?" The doctor, sitting in the chair, whispered with trembling lips, "Are you 304?"
Song Yu's mind exploded instantly. She instinctively retreated to the door, her eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly to prevent someone from suddenly entering from behind and tying her up. Her eyes were fixed on the doctor in a white coat sitting behind the desk, "Who are you?"
The doctor stood up and said, "Don't be afraid. This is a regular hospital. We won't tie you up again."
Song Yu didn't buy it at all. She stared at the doctor's movements, "Who are you? How do you know this number?"
"Don't you remember me? I'm No. 73. I helped you escape before." Seeing that she seemed a little stressed, the doctor said soothingly, "Don't be nervous. Remember well. I won't hurt you."
Number 73? A figure immediately flashed through Song Yu's mind. That was the number of the person who took care of her in the sanatorium. They had many conflicts before, but she unexpectedly helped them at the critical moment of escape.
She looked at the woman in the white coat in front of her with suspicion. In fact, even if she was the person who was specifically supervising her, the two of them had few opportunities to meet each other. So much time had passed that Song Yu had long forgotten what No. 73 looked like. Even at this moment, she looked at the woman's face again and again, but still couldn't recognize her.
Knowing that she couldn't recognize her, No. 73 didn't dwell on it too much. Seeing Song Yu like this, she relaxed a little, "Okay, stop looking. I don't expect you to remember me."
Here, Song Yu was certain that the person in front of her was No. 73 from the sanatorium. It had been many years since they last saw each other. Her eyes were filled with complexities. She walked back to her original seat at the table and sat down, "Why weren't you arrested?"
No. 73 gave a meaningful smile. "It's just that the company went bankrupt. What does it have to do with a small employee like me?"
“You work here.”
"As you can see, yes." Number 73, who was sitting opposite Song Yu, suddenly smiled and said, "You've changed a lot over the years."
"Really?" Song Yu responded nonchalantly. She glanced at the ID card hanging on the woman's chest. "Duan Qin, a psychiatrist," she said. "So that's your name."
Duan Qin stroked the documents in his hand, looked at her meaningfully and said, "Mutual."
The two of them sat opposite each other in silence for a long time. The difficult days in the past had gradually become blurred in their memories. In this small office, she was no longer the gloomy and irritable problem teenager No. 304 who was put in solitary confinement, nor was she the cold-hearted supervisor No. 73 who stood guard at the door against her conscience.
In this atmosphere, Duan Qin made a joke, "Don't look at me like that. It feels like you're going to pounce on me and beat me up at any time."
After she finished speaking, she turned to look at the information on the computer. "I'm a doctor now. It's illegal to hit me. Tell me, what are you doing here? You can't be here just to catch up with me because you knew I was here, right?"
Song Yu shut her mouth, she didn't want to talk anymore.
"If you don't want to talk about it, just go out and turn right, pay the money, and I'll call the next person in." Duan Qin glanced at her.
Song Yu said in disbelief: "I just came in and sat for a while..."
"Sorry." Duan Qin pushed the shiny lenses with her fingers. "This is the hospital's policy."
"......" Those who made the rules should go to hell. Song Yu stood up from his seat and planned to go out to pay the money and leave.
Duan Qin called her, "It's 11 o'clock now. I get off work at 11:30. Wait for me outside for a while."
"What?"
"It's been so long since we last met, can't you wait for me to have a meal together?"
“…”
After paying the money, Song Yu walked to the chair in the corridor on the other side of the hospital with his phone and sat down. He started playing the small game on his phone out of boredom. His eyes followed the characters on the screen, but his thoughts wandered further and further away.
All this happened so coincidentally that she was almost unable to think just now. But now she suddenly came to her senses. Now Duan Qin might be the only person she could contact who knew what 305 looked like. Although Duan Qin obviously didn't know her name, it didn't mean that he didn't know 305.
If she really knew, maybe she would be able to see 305 soon. When she thought of this possibility, Song Yu felt her heart beating faster.
In the next 20 minutes, Song Yu was almost unable to do anything else, her heart was tied to this matter.
"Doctor Duan, aren't you going to eat out today?" A colleague who was passing by the clinic walked in and asked, "Shall we go together? I happen to want to go out too."
"No thanks." Duan Qin took off her white coat and put on a simple light beige windbreaker. She carried a medium-sized shoulder bag and rolled up her sleeves. She looked gentle yet capable. "I met a kid I knew before. I want to take her out for dinner."
The colleague leaning against the door turned around and glanced at Song Yu, who was curled up in a chair playing games not far away. "She came to see you for treatment? She's so pitiful."
Duan Qin's eyes fixed on Song Yu for two seconds before she exhaled, "It's nothing pitiful to just go see a doctor. It's a good thing that you're willing to come here."
"That's true." The colleague nodded.
Song Yu looked up and saw Duan Qin standing at the door chatting with someone. Not long after, she walked over here and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to eat something delicious."
Since someone invited him to dinner, Song Yu followed Duan Qin without any hesitation, and the two of them left the hospital quickly.
"Do you have something to ask me?" Duan Qin sat down and asked the waiter for two menus. She had just seen Song Yu glancing at her from time to time along the way, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Song Yu: "The boy who ran away with me before was numbered 305. Do you still remember his appearance and name?"
"Is it the kid with trauma disorder who had bandages on his face every day?" Duan Qin was looking at the menu. Hearing this, she looked up at her and asked a little puzzled, "Why haven't you contacted each other since then?" This shouldn't be the case.
Song Yu was silent for a moment, "He left earlier than me at that time... and didn't have time to leave me his contact information." In fact, he did leave it, but she only found out after so many years that the phone number could no longer be reached.
"Yeah, he left quite suddenly back then." Speaking of this, Duan Qin seemed to recall something. "It seemed like it was this morning. They suddenly announced they were letting him go, and his family came to pick him up right away. I didn't even realize it."
"I remember that when he knew he was going to leave, he caused a big scene at the nursing home. He was supposed to leave in the morning after completing the paperwork, but it was delayed until the afternoon."
"Did they make a big fuss?" Song Yu asked back. Ever since they failed to escape that day and were both put in solitary confinement, even after they were released, the two of them had no chance to say anything. She only knew that 305 was leaving through bits and pieces of information from other people. She didn't know the specific situation at the time.
Duan Qin took a sip of water. She didn't know whether to tell Song Yu about this, but Song Yu obviously wanted to know and kept asking about it. So after hesitating for a moment, Duan Qin still told him.
"He... wanted to take you out with him that day. He argued with his family from morning until afternoon, not eating or drinking a drop of water. He desperately tried to force his family to process your discharge. But, what kind of person is he to send a child with traumatic illness to a nursing home? He refused to agree until the afternoon. I don't know what his family said, but in the end, they still couldn't get you out."
"I thought you would be back in touch soon after you got out."
"No." Song Yu felt her throat dry. She took a deep breath and said, "I didn't know these things at that time."
"So you don't know his name or what he looks like, right?"
Duan Qin said as expected, "I was a newcomer at that time and didn't have the authority to view your information."
"Do you know any other information about him?" Song Yu asked with the last bit of hope.
Duan Qin shook her head cruelly. "Well, maybe I can ask someone else, but the chances are slim. You'd better be mentally prepared."
"...Thank you." Song Yu was unable to say anything, and the two of them finished the meal in silence.
Before leaving, Duan Qin noticed that she was not in the right state. "You came to see the psychology department, is it because of 305?"
Song Yu shook his head, "No."
That was due to family reasons. Duan Qin had personally witnessed how outrageous Song Yu's parents were. She gave Song Yu their contact information and said, "Here's my number. You can contact me anytime. I can also provide telephone service. If you have any questions, just tell me. It's free."
Song Yucun called Duan Qin and said, "I know. I will."
"I have to go back to work this afternoon, so I won't take you there. Go back to school by yourself and be careful."
Song Yu took a taxi back to school. As soon as she closed her eyes in the car, her mind was filled with the image of that man sitting there stubbornly and silently for a whole day without eating or drinking just to take her away. She quietly increased the number of posts on various websites again, subscribed to membership on each website, and bought traffic for her posts to increase their exposure.
Even so, in some ways the sanatorium incident was still shameful. Even though she was a victim, now that the sanatorium had closed down for so long, Song Yu didn't want to attract people's attention anymore. The information she posted about 305 on the Internet was negligible, so for a long time no one responded to her posts.
She even considered offering a bounty, but after thinking about the potential problems of impersonation, she decided against it.
On this day, when Song Yu was harassing the film processing business for the fifth time to inquire about the progress of the processing, someone sent her a message using the contact information she left.
[Hello, I may have met the person you're looking for. Do you have more detailed information? We can check to see if it's the same person.]
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