Chapter 279: The Reason for Treating Special Issues
Behind the door is a darker and quieter corridor. The only difference from the psychiatric department is that there are no rooms on both sides of the corridor.
Slowly, I walked forward with breathless concentration, not daring to relax.
There are really too many people with abnormal brains in this hospital.
Ran Ran kept pressing the controller in her hand as she moved forward. She didn't want to be stopped by the two perverts Jiang Miaomiao and Jiang Muzhi when she was about to approach the target.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Ran Ran finally saw the light in front of the corridor. She quickened her pace, and the sound of fast footsteps echoed in the silent corridor.
Soon she came to a door, and a large amount of light came from this door. What was amazing was that the door looked like glass, but Ran Ran could not see the scene behind the door. , only seeing pure white.
Amazing stuff.
Ran Ran stretched out her hand and approached, and the door opened automatically, much faster than the previous one.
Almost instantly, the scene behind the door clearly appeared before Ran Ran's eyes.
It is not pure white at all, but it does have a large area of white, which makes the entire space extremely clean. The most eye-catching thing at a glance is undoubtedly the huge nutrient solution devices arranged neatly in rows.
One cannot help but wonder what it would be like to be able to soak Sacred Heart Hospital in it.
Ran Ran originally thought that the place where the transformation would take place would be a small, narrow and quiet room. The thick walls could isolate all the desperate cries.
She didn’t expect it to be so empty or even crowded with people.
In addition to the communication staff who have been busy running around the entire space, there are also medical staff wearing blue surgical suits walking around.
Or it might be more appropriate to say staff, because the surgery they were about to perform was obviously not a good thing, and using the word "medical staff" to describe it really tainted these four words.
As soon as Ran Rancai arrived in this pure white hall, she was immediately greeted by a communications staff member with a headset on her cheek.
"Do you have an appointed executor? If not, the sacred conversion hall will assign it to you. May you be reborn."
Slowly lowering his eyes, it turned out that he was called an executor. It's good, and it saves her the trouble of calling her.
The correspondent who stepped forward to greet Ran Ran had a sweet smile and a sharp tongue. The words she just said seemed to be what she had to say when she saw every patient. Maybe she had already said it. Hundreds and thousands of times.
Therefore, she spoke very quickly and fluently. It was not until her mouth finished speaking this sentence mechanically that she was surprised to realize that Ran Ran came alone.
She probably didn't want to give up, and looked behind her again, hoping that the door would open again soon and someone else would come out, so that her work would not be so difficult.
Ran Ran said calmly: "Sister, don't look, there is no one behind you."
The correspondent looked at Ran Ran stiffly, "Child, are you a patient...or a guest?"
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Ran Ran narrowed her eyes slightly, guest? And this kind of identity?
She had always thought that the transformation in the hospital was similar to a cult, except that the key steps had to be completed through surgery, and asking her second nephew to complain was like joining a "glorious" evolution.
But there are still customers saying this. Could it be that this transformation was completed with the participation of three parties?
Patients, practitioners and guests...
Ranran's thoughts became more divergent. Could it be that "transformation" means exchanging patients and guests? !
The moment this idea appeared, Ran Ran couldn't help but feel goosebumps all over her body. This seemed to explain the dissonance she had seen in the Jiang family since she entered Sacred Heart Hospital.
The sense of separation between Jiang Miaomiao's sweet mask and paranoid character, the sense of deviation between Jiang Miaomiao's gentle appearance and violent traits...
There were thousands of thoughts in Ran Ran's mind, but in the eyes of the correspondent, she only hesitated for a moment.
"Patient."
Ran Ranyan finished his answer briefly and comprehensively.
Actually, she also thought about whether to talk about the guests. Obviously the guests have higher treatment and status in the Sacred Heart Hospital. They are the ones served by the Sacred Heart Hospital, while the patients are just the ones on the chopping board to be slaughtered by them. A piece of meat.
But it was too risky, and she couldn't predict whether there would be testing of the guest's identity and qualifications later. The correspondent was a little surprised when he heard this, "A patient coming alone? This..." What's going on...
Generally, people who come to the conversion hall have Sacred Heart Hospital— —Also known as being accompanied by the staff of the compound, it is rare for a guest to come alone, let alone a patient.
Patients are brought in through deception... The correspondent looked at Ran Ran in disbelief.
Did this child actually choose to become material and die?
The correspondent wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Do you have a designated executor here?"
Because the situation was so unbelievable, the correspondent directly used his words to the compound staff when communicating with Ran Ran. Tone.
Ran Ran sensed an opportunity from the correspondent's words, deeds and subtle tone, "My situation is quite special, I believe you are aware of it."
"I was approved directly by Mr. Fu Switch."
The correspondent's eyes widened instantly, what the hell is this!
Mr. Fu specifically told me, so we should pay special attention to it? But taking care of them was always only for guests, they never took care of patients!
How to do this? Would it be easier for this kid to die?
The correspondent's mind was running wildly, trying to figure out the meaning of the higher-ups.
Ran Ran raised the controller in her hand again, "You should know this, it was given to me by Aunt Jiang who escorted me here."
It turned out to be the "key" to control the door "? ! It is not an exaggeration to say that this is the top secret of the representative compound!
The correspondent's pupils suddenly trembled, and she asked again unconfidently, "Are you...are you really a patient?"
Could it be that you are young and have mistaken the meaning of an adult? In fact, they are guests! Or the guests who should be treated with the highest treatment in the conversion hall!
"Actually...I'm not sure either." Ran Ran answered doubtfully, showed a kind smile, and pointed at her temple, "I have a problem here."
After listening, the correspondent simply Not daring to make up her own mind, she immediately took Ran Ran to see her supervisor. After briefly explaining the situation, the supervisor also looked at Ran Ran in shock.
Is it so big...
Ran Ran stood there with a calm face and let them look at her.
The supervisor was even more impressed that such a young child could still have such an unshakable calmness.
He quickly used his authority to call up Ran Ran's information, and muttered to himself, "It is indeed the patient...the patient Mr. Fu told us to take care of..."
"This is too It's a contradiction..."
Ranran raised her eyebrows, she never said this, it was these people who insisted on thinking so.
She cleared her throat, "You don't have to panic. After all, I'm not here to cause trouble. I can arrange whatever I want, just like any other patient."
Both the supervisor and the correspondent looked exaggeratedly. Big mouth.
"How can it be the same?!"
Ran Ran stood there, it didn't matter, the supervisor thought for a moment with sweat on his back, and then said flatteringly.
"Little Ran Ran, do you think this is okay? I will personally take you around to see if you have a suitable executive?"
"After all, even if an ordinary patient comes here, if he strongly requests it, we will arrange this service for him."
Ranran nodded, "Okay, as usual."
The supervisor breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves.
In fact, there is no such convention at all. It is all nonsense. The top priority is to arrange the little ancestor who fell from the sky first.
If at his age he still doesn’t know how to deal with special matters, then he doesn’t need to stay in the position of supervisor.