The number of floors in the sanatorium is indeed not too high, but it is not limited to only three or four floors.
Su Ye took a careful look when passing by the windows that could see the outside, and found that the area here was very spacious, which exceeded the inherent impression of a sanatorium.
"Our place is very private and does not receive ordinary patients, so it looks more private."
Xiao Yang replied with a smile.
Su Ye responded and sat quietly in the wheelchair, letting Xiao Yang push him.
The decoration of the corridor is also simple and cold but exquisite. There are some paintings hanging on the inside that Su Ye didn't have time to see clearly.
Unlike other sanatoriums, the hanging paintings here are all abstract paintings whose shapes cannot even be seen if you don't look carefully.
There was a strange black and white human figure among them. Su Ye took a look at it and felt a little uneasy in his heart.
Is this really a sanatorium?
How come the sanatorium has such a distinct and strong style? It seems to be tending to a certain fixed aesthetic.
It looks more like a private residence than a private nursing home.
Once you notice the clues, it's hard to give up the idea.
Su Ye felt uneasy again, "I'm sorry, Xiao Yang, you can push me back -"
Before he finished speaking, Su Ye heard voices coming from the other side of the corridor, and someone called "Doctor An."
The word "an" made Su Ye turn his head reflexively for a moment.
On the other side of the corridor stood a man in a white coat, with a nurse beside him. He was holding some brochure in his hand, and the two of them were talking seriously.
The man had a baby face that was both heroic and childish, but Su Ye was inevitably disappointed after taking a closer look.
Not Ansijia.
For a moment just now, he thought that the words he heard before he woke up were not an illusion. Maybe An Sijia was really talking next to him at that time.
Maybe Xi Yun was also there, stroking An Sijia's face after he left.
How is that possible? It must be an illusion.
When Xi Yun sees him now, she may only be disappointed and full of anger towards him.
After all, he was the one who left without saying a word.
Su Ye forced himself to cheer up.
The voices over there faintly reached Su Ye's ears.
The nurse whispered, "The numerical monitoring was relatively stable before, but the mental power has fluctuated in the past two days. There should be some trigger."
The man in a white coat flipped through the medical record-like book handed over by the nurse, "Inducement. I probably have a clue, Xi——"
Seat?
Su Ye opened his eyes slightly, having difficulty controlling his sensitivity to this word.
"Doctor An!"
Xiao Yang, who was behind him, suddenly made a sudden noise and called out to the two people over there.
The man in the white coat immediately stopped talking and did not continue speaking. Su Ye was slightly disappointed and felt a little sad.
It's strange, he knows that he can't be related to Xi Yun now.
"Mr. Yang." The man was surprised for a moment when he saw Xiao Yang, but he quickly covered it up and nodded.
Su Ye couldn't get up, but his good upbringing urged him to reach out his hand, "Hello, doctor."
The other party bent down to shake hands with Su Ye, and Su Ye instantly saw the name tag hanging on his white coat.
[Anle]
The name was unfamiliar, but Su Ye silently wrote it down.
"Mr. Su, are you feeling better?"
Su Ye smiled and nodded, "Thanks to you, it's much better."
Anle looked very sunny, "That's good, I sincerely hope you recover soon."
This sunny smile temporarily dispelled some of Su Ye's uneasiness and hesitation just now.
The doctor is here, and the nurse is here too, and the two of them seemed to be talking about the patient's condition just now. It seems that this is not a strange place.
It should indeed be a nursing home, but the decoration style is rather strange.
Maybe privately funded nursing homes were like this. Su Ye didn't quite understand, but he didn't continue to think about it.
He hesitated for a moment and then spoke slowly, "Sorry, I just heard something. Are there other patients here?"
Su Ye didn't hear much, but the few specific words in the nurse's words were enough to make Su Ye think of a group of people with a specific identity.
Anle glanced at Xiao Yang, who nodded where Su Ye couldn't see.
"Yes, there are other patients here recovering."
Su Ye pursed his lips briefly, then let go, "Is it a sentry?"
Anle replied; "Yes, but you don't have to worry. Our hospital has separate wards for ordinary people and people with special abilities. The security measures are very good. There will not be any safety hazards. Please rest assured."
Su Ye hesitated slightly.
He didn't want to ask any more questions, but there was always a strange impulse that made him open his mouth again.
"Is that sentry injured? Is he in a violent stage?"
Anle was a little surprised.
Although the gap between ordinary people and people with special abilities is not so strong now, they are still groups living in two different worlds after all. Ordinary people don't know much about the sentinel guides. He didn't expect Su Ye to think of it right away. Reached the violent stage.
"Hmm" Anle vaguely said, "This patient's mental strength has been unstable for a long time, and he often enters the violent stage without warning, so he has lived here for many years."
Su Ye said "Huh" and was a little surprised when he heard this, "Where is his guide? Can't he comfort him?"
Sentinels usually form a fixed companion with a guide. The guide can comfort the sentinel, and the sentinel can also protect the guide. It is a very unique and intimate relationship.
Hearing this, Anle looked at Xiao Yang and the nurse beside him, and his tone became more vague.
"This patient. He has no guide."
After a short conversation, Su Ye learned some information about the patient, but not a lot. He only knew that the patient's condition was not very good and he was often on the edge of danger.
According to Anle's words, the sanatorium once offered a plan to combine it with a guide, and also looked for some suitable candidates who were a good match, but the patient did not accept it.
Su Ye felt a little strange. Mental rage was a very painful and unbearable state. It would be difficult for any normal person to contend with it, let alone being on the edge of such rage repeatedly.
You know, if the mental power is not comforted for a long time, the sentry can easily fall into chaos and become completely mad.
A sentinel that enters this state will only end up collapsing or dying.
Why would you rather endure this life-threatening pain than bond with a suitable guide?
Perhaps it was because the days in the nursing home were too peaceful and nothing special happened. For two or three days in a row, Su Ye couldn't help but think about the patient that Dr. Anle had mentioned.
Su Ye felt that he might have been living too leisurely in the nursing home, so he felt so much like worry about a person he had never met and only heard about from other people's mouths.
In fact, he knew exactly why he was like this.
It’s just Aiwujiwu, Xi Wei is also a sentinel. Late at night, Su Ye was lying on the bed, dragging his inflexible left leg to turn over, forcing down his bitter mood.
The Xi family is very capable. Xi Yuan should have been integrated with a suitable guide. The Xi family will never allow an S-class sentinel like Xi Yuan to be in a state of risk of violence for a long time.
In short, Xi Yuan was too far away from him.
He is an ordinary person, and ordinary people are destined not to be with the Sentinels.
Su Ye recalled that desperate night for the umpteenth time.
Lin He, the manager in charge of the sentry direction, took the register and told him coldly that Xi Wei had just completed self-differentiation and was an S-class sentinel.
S-class sentinels are naturally full of mental strength. Along with their powerful combat capabilities are extremely high risks of violence. Guides are almost a must for S-class sentinels.
They cannot do without a guide.
The curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows were only half-opened. Su Ye asked Xiao Yang to do this because he liked to let some sunlight in, and he didn't want to block all the sunlight out.
It is late at night, there is no sunshine, only the quiet and silent moon.
Su Ye was lying on his side, facing the floor-to-ceiling window, unable to contain his thoughts that were slipping more and more into the abyss.
The despair of that day seemed to surge up again, welling up from his lungs and blocking his trachea, leaving him immersed in a death-like dullness and almost unable to breathe.
He grabbed his chest with one hand, and tightly grasped the pillowcase with five fingers of the other hand. His beautiful white fingers were completely sunk in, making the soft fabric lose its shape.
He couldn't breathe.
Su Ye was wrapped in a quilt and almost curled up into a ball. He kept making intermittent breathing sounds in his throat, hoarse, with an unstable frequency and a tearing feeling.
The silver moonlight seemed to be splitting into pieces, turning into tiny fairy dust, shining with colorful light, filling Su Ye's darkened vision at the edges, making it impossible for him to see anything clearly.
The feeling of suffocation is always there.
Su Ye wanted to reach out and pull the bell, but the strong sense of suffocation and fear prevented him from moving. He could only curl up on the bed, grabbing his chest with his fingertips almost embedded in his own chest, scratching fiercely.
"Whoosh."
The suffocation caused physiological tears to well up in Su Ye's eyes, sliding down his beautiful but now entangled face due to pain, and falling silently on the pillowcase.
It was instantly annihilated, leaving only speckled traces of water,
Like his own feelings.
Su Ye collapsed on the bed, tears streaming down his face.
The fairy dust in the field of vision was so bright, wandering in the dark night sky, emitting light like diamonds.
Then those rays of light slowly gathered together tangibly, forming a human shape.
Suddenly, the painful chest seemed to be slowly liberated, and the dull feeling began to fade away little by little. The cold air rushed into his throat, breaking through his stagnant lungs, bringing him a sense of clarity and peace. vitality.
Su Ye felt that his deflated chest was swelling again.
The suffocation was finally lifted.
Su Ye belatedly felt a slight scalding temperature in the palm of his hand. He tried his best to open his eyes wide, breathing heavily while slowly distinguishing the fairy dust gathered into human shapes.
The fairy dust has dispersed.
He saw the slightly curly black hair lingering in the silver moonlight, and the close-at-hand pitch-black peach blossom eyes reflected a small amount of light. He looked a little manic, but the whole person was still as handsome as a dream god.
Su Ye felt that his hand was held by the god in his dream, and something was held on his face. It was this thing that allowed him to escape the death-like suffocation.
Survived again, Su Ye thought to himself.
The tears in the soft and beautiful fox's eyes have not disappeared, but they are slightly bent with joy, revealing a child-like innocent and pure joy.
Got through it again.
As long as he is unwell, Xi Wei will appear in his auditory hallucinations and accompany him through every illness.
This is Su Ye's secret, he has never told anyone.
Even if he was separated from Xi Yuan, he could still hear Xi Yuan's voice, as if they were together from beginning to end.
With those auditory hallucinations in mind, Su Ye supported himself and walked down.
"Am I getting worse?" Su Ye couldn't help but mutter to himself.
He used to hallucinate Xi Xing's voice, but there was no hallucination.
But now he actually saw Xi Wei, standing beside the bed, against the moonlight, with an obscure expression on his face, silently holding the asthma aerosol for him.
"It seems to be getting worse."
Su Ye asked and answered himself, and laughed again, but with a satisfied look on his face.
"Su Ye."
Xi Yun, who was in the hallucination, suddenly called out his name in a pleasant, low, and slightly magnetic voice.
"I know."
Su Ye whispered, as if he had not yet emerged from the dizzy state.
He raised his hand slightly and touched Xi Xing's face with his fingertips.
"I know this is an illusion, you are not real."
But the smile on Su Ye's face was still pure, even with a little uncontrollable secret joy, as if he had gotten a huge advantage.
This is his hallucination, so he can do whatever he wants in the hallucination.
No one will know.
"So."
Su Ye struggled to prop up his body, stretched out his arms, pressed against the head of the bed, and gently and vaguely wrapped his arms around Xi Yun's neck. His eyelashes were still wet with moisture, and he gently rubbed Xi Yun's neck in a flattering manner. face, and kissed the corner of Xi Xing's lips.
He entangled Xi Yun like a siren and begged Xi Yun for sex.
"Xi Wei, hug me again, okay?"
(End of chapter)
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