Fu Ping'an subconsciously asked: "Who is the first one?"

"You will meet him." Dr. Wang said, "Now I will take you to the ward."

The 3374 Hospital only has an I-shaped building, with wards on the left and right wings, and the middle is office areas and functional facilities, such as canteens, treatment rooms, etc. Fu Ping'an's ward is on the third floor of the left wing, room number 307. It is a single room with an independent bathroom, with white curtains, white iron rack beds, and a white enamel basin on the washbasin rack. Unlike conventional hospitals, there are desks and office chairs here, and there is a table lamp with green lampshades on the table. The overall feeling is not like a room in a mental hospital, but rather like a high-end single room in a sanatorium.

Dr. Wang seemed to be able to read minds. She said that this place used to be a sanatorium, which was specially designed for cadres at the regiment level and above to recuperate. As she said that she opened the curtains, there were maple leaves all over the mountains and fields outside.

"It's very beautiful. Let's calm down here and take a good rest. The work and rest system is on the table. You can wash up, change into the hospital gown, and start dinner at 18 o'clock."

Dr. Wang left quietly. Fu Ping'an stood in the room for a while and began to get familiar with the environment. The desk was covered with glass plates and green felt pads. This was the standard configuration of the desk in the 1980s. There was a schedule under the glass plate. Every morning, I got up at 7:20, had breakfast at 7:20, and had morning exercises at 8:00. Next was the time for study and recovery. After lunch at 12:00, I continued to study and recover, and I went to bed at 18:00 for dinner at 9:30 for 9:00 for bed. It was simpler than the high school course schedule.

The room was very quiet, without a TV or a radio, which made people feel silenced. Over time, the sound of the quartz clock on the wall became particularly clear, beating every second, as if only in this way could prove that time flowed.

Fu Ping'an took off his military uniform, changed into a blue and white hospital gown, washed his face, and there was hot water in the faucet, but he was more accustomed to washing his face with cold water. As soon as he washed his face, the knock on the door came. He opened the door and stood outside a doctor in a white coat with meticulous side-parted head, black-framed glasses, and a firm national face. Under the white coat was a neat military uniform, shiny leather shoes, and famous brands and stethoscopes were hung on his chest.

"Are you a new patient?" The doctor looked him up and down, with a scrutiny look.

"Report, I am Dongshan... I am a new patient, Fu Ping'an." Fu Ping'an saluted. The doctors here are all soldiers, and the cadres must be of higher rank than sergeants, so it is absolutely right to salute whenever they see people.

"Come with me." The doctor turned around and walked, striding hard, full of masculinity. Fu Ping'an quickly followed him to the office area. The doctor opened an office, sat down behind the desk, took out the record book and the fountain pen: "Tell me about your basic situation."

Fu Ping'an stated his condition, and the doctor frowned: "Your condition is quite serious. No wonder you were sent to our 3374 Hospital. The condition is urgent. I will give you a treatment form." As he said that, he took out a prescription, and wrote a line of words, and generally he could not tell what the word was.

This is probably a character that only doctors can understand, Fu Ping'an thought to himself.

The doctor stood up and said, "Come with me."

Fu Ping'an followed the doctor down another floor, entered a clinic, and lay on the bed as required by the doctor. At this time, two male nurses in white coats came in, with expressionless faces and tied Fu Ping'an's hands and feet with belts. The thick cowhide belt was extremely strong, and the strongman could not break free.

"Is it necessary?" Fu Ping'an asked.

"It's very necessary," said the doctor, "because I'm going to use our latest model of electronic pulse therapy device for you, and the patients in Linyi Fourth Hospital all said it was OK after using it."

The male nurse pushed a machine, which looked simple and had nothing to do with the word "Latest". The doctor put a pair of headphones on Fu Ping'an and whispered: "Hold on, it won't hurt at all."

Since it doesn't hurt at all, why should I hold back? A fear came to my heart. Could this be the legendary electrotherapy? Fu Ping'an struggled and twisted, to no avail. He watched the doctor start the instrument with a grin...

Suddenly the door was kicked open, and Dr. Wang rushed in with a few male nurses in green clothes, knocking all the white coats in one go, and rescued Fu Ping'an from his tie-up state.

Fu Ping'an was still shocked: "Doctor Wang, what are they doing?"

Dr. Wang comforted: "It's okay, they are all patients, and they are kidding with you. This thing has been scrapped long ago and cannot be powered on."

Those fake white coats left with laughter and no guilt at all, and Dr. Wang obviously had no intention of punishing them, which made Fu Ping'an even more frightened. With such a way of doing this, it would be easy to be killed as a newcomer.

"I'll take you around." Dr. Wang probably wanted to make some compensation and personally took Fu Ping'an to the center's activity hall. The scene here was in line with Fu Ping'an's imagination of the mental hospital. Through the glass, you could see a group of people wearing hospital uniforms playing recreational balls, chess, and cards. There were also a few people sitting in front of the TV. I don't know if they were watching the show or taking a nap.

The elder brother who just disguised himself as a doctor is now sitting in front of the chessboard, but he is not playing with others, but playing chess with himself.

"What is his origin?" Fu Ping'an was very curious about the immortal.

"He is an old qualification here, a schizophrenia patient." Dr. Wang said, "His name is Xin Zichao, with a high education and high IQ. What a pity..."

Fu Ping'an stared at Xin Zichao. The guy was fighting with each other and was muttering something. Just as Dr. Wang sighed and walked forward, Xin Zichao suddenly turned his head and squeezed at Fu Ping'an, and smiled sly.

A blackboard was hung on one wall of the activity room, and a patient was squeaking and writing something on it with chalk. He couldn't understand the formulas on the blackboard. He wrote it alone and didn't care that there was only one student below.

"This patient is the first to need textbooks, but what he needs is not a self-study book, but... He made a list of books for us. The hospital logistics department took great effort to find them. Some of them need to borrow from the library, and some need to purchase them from abroad." Dr. Wang talked freely, Fu Ping'an was a little puzzled. The patient's requirements were a bit too much, so why did the hospital still have to fulfill them with all its might?

Dr. Wang began to explain without waiting for Fu Ping'an to ask questions: "The patients living here are all military and are all heroes of the country. There are various reasons for their arrival, and you will slowly understand them in the future." Dr. Wang said as he walked, "You don't have to worry too much. Most of the time, they are no different from normal people. After being in the rehabilitation center for a long time, the boundaries of who is the patient and who is the medical staff will become blurred..."

Fu Ping'an walked forward a few steps, turned his head to look at the student under the blackboard again, and found that this one-eyed blind man he had seen before. His other eye had poor vision, and it was purely a soy sauce below.

In front of it is the office area. Dr. Wang took out the key and opened an office. It was the one Xin Zichao used as a doctor. It seemed that someone had come here. Dr. Wang laughed at himself: "No door lock can stop him, and I'm too lazy to care about it. Fu Ping'an, you are different from them. Your condition is not that serious. You only have the task here to detoxify drugs, and detoxify is mainly behavioral correction. You are a soldier, not an addict. Du Lengding is addicted to pain relief, so it is relatively simple. Take medicine on time every day, and act with everyone. When your withdrawal reaction disappears, you must ensure that Du Lengding is no longer needed, and you can return to the original army. The length of this time is not with us, but with yourself."

After saying this, Fu Ping'an became confident, and he stood attentively and replied: "Yes!"

Dr. Wang looked at his watch: "It's almost time to have a meal, let's go."

Fu Ping'an asked stupidly: "Don't you need a meal card?"

Dr. Wang said: "Do you need a meal card for eating in the army?"

The canteen is on the first floor, and there are ten large round tables in the spacious hall. On one side are long tables filled with stainless steel insulation containers. The variety of dishes is beyond imagination. Fu Ping'an counted them and there were eight hot dishes and several small cold dishes. The main dishes include rice, steamed buns, dumplings, noodles, fruits and yogurt. An automatic beverage machine can connect Cola Fanda and Qixi. At the end of the table, there are still several bottles of beer. This specification and level are comparable to the buffet restaurant in a five-star hotel.

Fu Ping'an made a meal and sat down. He found that in addition to soy sauce, vinegar and chili sauce, there was also a cigarette on the table. He took out one and looked at it. It was a Chinese cigarette with a 3-header.

This is the most hearty meal that Fu Ping'an has eaten in the past two years since he joined the army. The chef's level is very high, and the dishes can take into account the tastes of people of all ethnic groups across the country. Just like the dishes at a state banquet, anyone will think they are good. They can't find any problems, but they can't find highlights.

While eating, Xin Zichao came over with a plate: "New, just kidding, don't mind."

Fu Ping'an hurriedly stood up and accidentally knocked down the chair. With a rumbling sound, the restaurant suddenly became silent. Everyone turned their heads and looked over, but then quickly turned back and continued to talk about what to do.

"Hello, Chief." Fu Ping'an said.

Xin Zichao waved his hand: "Don't call the chief, I'm not a cadre, I'm a non-commissioned officer."

"Hello, old squad leader." Fu Ping'an immediately changed his name.

Xin Zichao narrowed his eyes: "You soldier are a little interesting. Go and get two bottles of beer, let's have a drink."

Fu Ping'an brought two bottles of beer over. Xin Zichao rubbed the bottle cap and flew away. The foam gushed out. He handed over a bottle. The two of them started to blow the bottle. Xin Zichao poured half of the bottle in one breath. Perhaps because he was so beautiful, he turned his head and said to the waiter: "Let the kitchen bake four large waists, so you need oily waists."

For a moment, Fu Ping'an became in a daze. He felt that he was drinking with his four brothers on the island, and he felt that he was eating skewers with his friends in his hometown in Huaimen.

Xin Zichao did not drink wildly. After drinking a bottle, he stopped abruptly. He quickly finished the meal on the plate and whispered when he left with an empty plate: "I'll go find you after the lights are turned off."

Fu Ping'an was immediately confused and thought to himself, saying, "Why are you looking for me?" But he didn't dare to ask. He spent the three hours after the meal nervously. It was bedtime at 9:30, but the power was not forced to be cut off. Fu Ping'an was restless in the dormitory. At 9:35, the door was knocked.

Xin Zichao stood outside the door. This time it was not a patient outfit or a doctor's dress, but a trendy nightclub man with cool hairstyles, motorcycle jackets covered with steel nails, black leather pants, and Martin boots.

"Let's go, take you to play." Xin Zichao said.

"My clothes..." Fu Ping'an looked at his blue and white-striped hospital clothes and hesitated.

"It's okay, let's go." Xin Zichao put on sunglasses in the dark corridor. He didn't know how he saw the road clearly. He went downstairs with a swagger. Fu Ping'an pulled the heel of the slippers behind him, full of curiosity about the unknown.

The security of the hospital is not strict, because Xin Zichao went out of the gate, and there was a small door on the large iron gate. Although it was locked, it was useless. The two of them left the hospital gate. There was a tree-lined avenue outside, with no street lights, and only the moon shining a faint layer of moonlight. This place is located in the wilderness, with no sound except the sound of the wind.

"Where are you going to take me?" Fu Ping'an asked, and when he turned his head, Xin Zi Superman disappeared.

Fu Ping'an rubbed his eyes and thought to himself that I am hysterical? Is all this my hallucination?

Suddenly, a roar of engines came, and a shiny Harley Motorcycle rushed out of the woods. Xin Zichao held the handlebars high with both hands and whimpered behind her: "orge   on."
Chapter completed!