In the middle of the night, the wounds on the boy's body became inflamed and he became somewhat unconscious due to fever. He was not found until the morning and was sent to the medical room.
"How did it burn like this?"
The Beta was new in the medical room and was only allowed to stay here, so he had no idea what the place was like outside.
"Just treat him well and save his life." The director is not the only one above him. Everyone is waiting for the young man's fortune tree to bear fruit.
“Cure, cure, cure. If it were so easy, why did he have to study for five years before getting his diploma?” The doctor turned his head and rolled his eyes.
He carefully treated the boy's wound with a cotton ball and cooled him down physically.
"Why are your ears bleeding?"
The doctor quickly took a flashlight to check and it was over.
"When he wakes up, we'll take him to the hospital for a checkup."
"What are you checking? If he runs away, you're responsible?"
"What if I become deaf?"
"Anyway, it can't be seen, so as long as people above don't know." It's troublesome.
In the end, the doctor did not give the teenager the opportunity to go to the hospital for examination.
When the boy woke up after three days of coma, it was exactly as the doctor expected.
he,
I can't hear it.
The doctor took a pen and paper and wrote on it: I will help you think of a way to get you to the hospital for treatment.
But the young man waved his hands, thinking that the higher-ups would not spend the money nor take the risk, so he stabbed the man, and now they would be watching him closely.
Besides, he didn't care anymore.
What if he heard it? It would be better if he couldn't hear it. At least there would be one less feeling that made him sick.
The boy was smart. Although he was ignorant of the world before coming in, after coming in, through "learning", he also understood what kind of place the so-called retreat center was.
He calmly pulled out the needle and said to the doctor, "Give me some painkillers, preferably with the bottle."
The doctor thought the boy couldn't bear the pain, so he nodded and agreed. After all, no one could bear the injuries he had.
The boy took the painkillers back to the room, closed the door, poured the pills out of the bottle and placed them under his pillow. He then carefully placed the cloth-wrapped candy in the bottle and closed the lid.
"This way we don't have to worry about rats and cockroaches stealing the food."
The boy talked to himself, but there was silence in his ears, not a sound.
In the blink of an eye, the boy had already spent more than half a year in the rehabilitation center.
During this period, the doctor was allowed to visit him and was kind enough to change his bedding, as the original set was not enough to cover him.
They found the medicine under his pillow, but didn't ask and secretly put it away. A single dose of painkillers can be fatal, and the doctor was afraid that he would become depressed.
That day, the doctor came again, talked about the New Year, and brought him some food.
No wonder there is no one guarding the retreat today. Maybe they have gone home for the holiday.
The boy seemed very calm, neither happy nor sad, just looking calmly at the small window on the top of the room.
The Omegas in the rehabilitation center hardly ever interact with each other. They have been frightened and are like tamed pets. They have been picked up and sent in waves during this period.
'Run away, run away!'
A voice sounded in the boy's mind, and it sounded familiar.
Escape?
“When can this support be removed?”
Ten days ago, the teenager was beaten again for refusing a drug injection. He suffered a slight fracture in his arm and the doctor put him in a brace.
"It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone." The doctor wrote on the paper.
"Eat something." He handed over a piece of rice cake. The doctor had asked him what he wanted to eat some time ago.
The boy didn't have much of an appetite, but he still took a bite.
Not tasty.
He couldn't taste it.
'Run away, get out of here'
There it comes again, that strange sound.
There was a touch of warmth on my face.
"What are you doing?" The doctor stroked the boy's cheek, and a strange light flashed in his gold-framed glasses.
"Do you want to go out?" The doctor did not answer the boy's question, but asked in a gentle voice.
"I can help you."
The boy couldn't hear anything, but he felt that the person in front of him was a little strange. He slapped the hand off his face and his eyes were full of vigilance.
The doctor whose hands were slapped away was not angry. He came here today for a purpose. There were not many people in the retreat center today, so it was very convenient.
His hands moved down to unbutton the boy's shirt.
The boy wanted to resist, but was surprised to find that his limbs were a little weak.
"Don't struggle, I'll be gentle."
The boy tried to decipher the doctor's words, damn it.
"Help...ah" The boy had just shouted one word when his mouth was covered.
Don't touch me!
The warm and slightly moist hand moved over the boy's body like an octopus' tentacle and reached his neck.
"What a pity!" The doctor said with a look of regret on his face.
"I'll help you."
It's that voice!
His right hand suddenly regained strength and reached under the pillow.
"hiss"
The doctor covered his face with his hands, blood flowing through his fingers.
The boy held the toothbrush tightly in his hand. The other end of the toothbrush was very sharp.
He struggled and staggered out. As long as he saw someone, he would be safe.
The boy never imagined that one day he would seek safety among the animals in the rehabilitation center.
"Come back here!"
The doctor stopped pretending and the pain on his face made his expression a little distorted.
He had heard that the boy had killed the director, but he didn't expect that he had something capable of hurting people.
"Help!"
The boy held on to the wall, he didn't have much strength left.
"Oh, it's useless."
The doctor pulled the boy's clothes to reveal his pale and thin shoulders.
The boy raised the toothbrush towards the doctor, but his wrist was restrained and he could not stab him again.
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