The boy didn't ask about the follow-up between Omega and the doctor. He locked himself up for the year.
"What animal do you like?"
'Cats, I love cats.'
"The cat is fierce"
'Some are not fierce'
"Yeah?"
He was talking to the air again.
The female doctor shook her head. This young man was sent to her almost every once in a while.
Sometimes it would be a week because he was beaten for not eating, and sometimes it would be a month because he was rejecting the medicine. At first he was very quiet, but gradually he started talking to the air.
As a doctor, she knew that the boy was sick, but she was not a psychologist and could not help him.
After applying sodium heparin gel to the boy's elbows and glands to relieve pain and bruises, he sighed softly.
She was meddling in other people's business again. These dense needle marks were like ants crawling on her heart, making her feel uncomfortable.
"Here are some painkillers and nutritional supplements. You should take them twice a day." The female doctor wrote the words on a notebook and showed it to the boy.
"I'm not sick, I won't eat."
Of course, the words were not directed at the female doctor, but at the air.
"I don't want it, it's bitter." Still air.
The female doctor was not annoyed. Based on her observations during this period, the boy could imagine a person, who might be his second personality.
"You have to persuade him to eat." The female doctor also said to the air.
The boy finally turned his gaze towards her.
There's hope!
“Crash.”
The medicine box was thrown to the ground roughly by the boy. The white pills rolled several times on the ground and were covered with dust.
"You lied to me!"
"You lied to me too!"
The female doctor looked at the boy helplessly as he frantically smashed things around him.
"She can see you, she can see you."
The female doctor tried to explain that she didn't really see him, but the boy couldn't hear her.
They could only ask someone to hold the boy down and inject him with a sedative.
Because of the boy's mental state, the female doctor was afraid that he would commit suicide, so she had to apply to her superiors to allow him to stay in the medical room.
This face is really beautiful.
The boy was lying on the hospital bed, tears in his eyes, like a quiet lifelike doll.
The doctor looked at the report in his hand. The doctor's diagnosis column read: malnutrition, traumatic deafness, gastric mucosal damage (suspected anorexia), and glandular damage.
The female doctor took a breath and continued to write: Mentally ill.
She was almost forty years old, and she looked at the boy as if he were her own child, who was one year older than the boy.
But she was powerless. Her child was in the hands of those people, forcing her to come here to work. She originally had a very stable job in a hospital.
It was those beasts who brought her here and watched these children being tortured, but were powerless to do anything.
"God, please open your eyes and look at these poor children."
The female doctor knelt to the west, holding a cross necklace in her hand, and spoke piously.
"Don't cry"
The boy sat up at some point and bent down to wipe the tears from the female doctor's cheeks.
The warm light shone on the boy's back, and his beautiful silver hair fell a little messily on his shoulders.
The mist made it difficult for the female doctor to see clearly, so she rubbed her eyes and looked again.
The boy stared blankly ahead again, without any reaction.
"Can I have a glass of water?"
The female doctor heard the boy's voice again, this time speaking to her.
The female doctor was naturally happy that the boy could speak on his own initiative, and quickly took a clean cup and poured him some water.
When the cup of water was handed over, the boy had already gotten out of bed.
He bent down, picked up the pills on the ground and put them in his mouth.
The female doctor saw the boy's actions and was about to say dirty words, but it was too late.
After taking the medicine, the boy lay back on the hospital bed and didn't say anything else.
The female doctor looked at the boy taking pills on the ground. It happened that the pills he took were all nutritional tablets.
I can't figure out what the boy is thinking.
Finally, the female doctor knew what the boy looked like. He looked like a messy ball of wool, with the threads tangled together, unable to be untied or cut.
A few days later, the boy's mood stabilized a lot, so the female doctor had him sent back.
It was still the room with only a small window, but the difference was that the room was empty because the boy had injured two people in succession and the bed in the room had been removed.
Only pillows and bedding were left on the floor, and the only toiletries left were a towel with holes in it.
"Hey, dance for me."
The boy shouted at the inside, or to be more precise, at the two mice inside.
The two mice raised their hands and squeaked, and actually danced in front of him.
"Great!" the boy said happily, clapping his hands.
A soothing ballad sounded in the room. The boy lay on the ground, humming the song and closing his eyes tiredly.
Listen carefully, there is no singing in the room...
"A306"
The boy on the ground opened his eyes and felt the vibration of the iron rod hitting the door.
So annoying.
The boy got up slowly, rinsed his mouth with water, and wiped his face with a towel. If you ignore the environment, this scene is as beautiful as a painting.
"Going to get the injection."
The boy nodded, as if he could hear.
Now he doesn't have to watch those adult movies every day, nor does he have to force himself to be in heat. He just needs to cooperate with them in getting injections, and he is happy and comfortable.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world. . . "
A melodious song came out from the young man's throat.
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