Feng Guang completely gave up on discussing the topic of death with a lunatic, because you two would never be on the same page. Qi Wei didn't think killing was a wrong thing; on the contrary, he never killed easily. Feng Guang was someone who made him incredibly patient. He was willing to wait for her injuries to heal and was also willing to admit that he was her lover. He really liked her, but this liking was based on his appetite for her.
Feng Guang gave up his so-called struggle and locked her in the room for three days in a row. He needed to check her wound every day and watch the wound on the back of her hand gradually heal. Every time the wound healed a little, he would happily bring her a plate of her favorite meat from the cafeteria, as if he were rewarding an obedient pet.
She had made all the negative preparations. She had thought it through clearly: if he killed this world, she could simply be a hero in the next world.
Once she became negative, no matter what the system said, it was useless. On the fourth night, her door opened from the outside, and Feng Guang, who was sitting on the bed, raised her head, but only glanced at the man at the door before looking away.
He sat down by the bed and pulled her, who was sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest, into his arms. "I'm sorry, I've been busy with a lot of things lately and have neglected you."
The task he had to handle was simply to clear out a group of people who were planning to escape.
He held one of her hands. "Fengguang's wounds are healing quite well."
"Yes, we can wash it and eat it now." She said emotionlessly, "I only have one request: you'd better be quick when you do it, because I'm afraid of getting hurt."
He chuckled. "Have you been so quiet these past few days, thinking about this issue?"
"Otherwise what?"
"Fengguang hates me now."
"At least I really can't like you as you are."
He took her hand and stood up. "I'll take Fengguang to see some interesting things."
"I don't want to..."
“A graceful refusal won’t work here.” He smiled and almost forcefully pulled her out the door.
He led her to the fifth floor of the hospital, a place where doctors and nurses are usually prohibited, let alone tourists. He turned on the lights, and once there was light, Feng Guang stood in the corridor and saw the things in the ward through the window. She covered her mouth in surprise.
She might not know the names of those various tools, but she could guess their uses.
Qi Wei said, "Before us, doctors here preferred to treat patients with simpler methods, which they called corrections."
"and you……"
He laughed, without denying it, "All patients are treated this way. If someone can't take it anymore, they'll throw him into the sea. All they'll say to the family is, 'He had a relapse and jumped into the sea. We won't be able to find his body.'"
The patients here all suffer from mental illnesses, and even if they told others that the doctors here treat them with so-called brutal methods, no one would believe them.
"Is this why... you locked up the real doctors and freed the patients?"
"Of course not." He denied it quickly, because he was not such a noble person at all. He said slowly, "I was locked in the highest level cell, which was in the basement. Apart from that old director, no one dared to cause me any trouble. But one day, Nangong Zhe suddenly appeared."
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