My sister regretted sending me to the correctional facility.

The woman who reported me is named Zhao Cui, and she is nearly fifty years old.

I met her when I first entered the mental hospital.

I heard that Zhao Cui's husband went to jail for drunk driving.

Before her husband went to prison, Zhao Cui's family was happy and harmonious, and she had no worries about food and clothing.

But after her husband went to jail, Zhao Cui's family immediately fell apart.

Because of this incident, Zhao Cui caused all sorts of disturbances at the police station, hoping to get her husband released.

However, those who violate the law should be punished.

This is a matter of course.

As Zhao Cui's outbursts became more frequent, people increasingly realized that she seemed to be suffering from a mental illness.

This became the trigger for Zhao Cui being sent to a mental hospital.

I heard that Zhao Cui was sent to a mental hospital by her own son.

She has a son, who is said to share the same surname as her, Zhao.

When her son took her to the mental hospital, he lied to her, saying, "Mom! Stay here quietly for a day, and I'll pick you up from the hospital tomorrow."

Zhao Cui remembered those words.

Everyone in the mental hospital knew it.

Zhao Cui tells everyone every day that her son will come to pick her up from the hospital tomorrow.

But day after day, year after year.

Zhao Cui stayed here for a full ten years.

She never saw the son she spoke of.

I feel some sympathy for Zhao Cui. If she really has a son, how cruel that son must be.

He didn't visit his mother even once in ten years.

Does a son like this really deserve to be called a son?

As for why I was reported by Zhao Cui.

That's because Zhao Cui believed I could escape from the mental hospital.

So she asked me to help her escape so we could find her son.

Zhao Cui also told me.

Once she finds her son, she can go home.

Her son would never let her suffer again.

But I feel very sad inside.

But I couldn't bear to expose Zhao Cui.

I fear that the cruel truth will drive Zhao Cui even further insane.

His son brought Zhao Cui in.

How could his son possibly want to see her again?

After the dean received the report.

He immediately brought his men to arrest me.

I am no match for this group.

They all swarmed around me, instantly pinning me to the ground, their words filled with malice.

"It's you again! I thought you'd behaved yourself, but it turns out you're plotting to smash the dean's window!"

I initially thought Zhao Cui was reporting me for trying to escape.

But Zhao Cui actually reported that I had secretly smashed the dean's window.

The reason for smashing the glass window was not without reason.

It's because the dean's office has a computer.

The computer contains a topographical map of the entire mental hospital, as well as many unknown secrets.

The dean glared at me angrily.

"Lu Yi, did you mess with my computer?"

"I do not have."

I would never admit to this, even if you killed me.

Because there are no security cameras in the dean's office.

As long as I don't say anything, he has no evidence.

Enraged, the dean grabbed a stun gun and began to violently beat me.

Zizizi!

I was beaten with a stun gun until I foamed at the mouth and my eyes were distorted before the hospital director finally let me go.

Someone said, "Dean, given this idiot's mental state, he probably just smashed your office window. As for who messed with your computer, maybe someone else did it?"

The dean immediately looked at Zhao Cui.

He walked towards Zhao Cui and said fiercely, "Did you mess with my computer?"

Zhao Cui suddenly went berserk: "You've got some nerve! You dare to yell at me like that? My son's coming to pick me up from the hospital tomorrow! I'll have him give you a good beating then!"

The dean was so angry that his lips twitched, and he ordered his men to drag Zhao Cui to a room and beat her up.

After the group of people had finished beating, they all walked out of Zhao Cui's room feeling refreshed.

I struggled to regain my ability to walk after the electric shock injury.

I limped toward Zhao Cui's room.

I saw this woman, who was nearly fifty years old, with her clothes stripped off and her body covered with marks from various whippings.

It was dripping with blood and terrible to look at.

Zhao Cui struggled to open one eye, seemingly noticing me.

I saw a faint smile playing on her lips.

I found out later.

When I secretly went to the dean's office to check the computer.

Someone spotted me.

After Zhao Cui found out about this, she immediately reported me.

She accused me of smashing the dean's office window.

But she couldn't explain it to herself.

Why did she see me smash the glass?

So she was assumed to be the one who secretly tampered with the computer.

However, Zhao Cui was too old.

This group of people didn't dare to kill.

Moreover, the group of vigorous young men were not picky eaters; they defiled Zhao Cui in a row and then left.

Zhao Cui gave me a beating and was defiled in turn, in exchange for my life.

I kept quiet for a few days afterward.

Every day I observe the time periods when the number of patrol personnel is the fewest and where the escape routes are.

When I have almost finished planning.

I suddenly received devastating news about Zhao Cui.

She has cancer.

He has now been sent to the hospital for treatment.

But I know perfectly well, how could a perfectly healthy person suddenly get cancer?

There must be some kind of ulterior motive involved.

So, taking advantage of the darkness and the low security at the mental hospital, they...

I mustered my courage and ran away in one breath.

This time, I escaped very smoothly.

No one reported me.

No one noticed me.

I used my own two legs to run as fast as I could towards the hospital.

When I finally arrived at the hospital...

I saw Zhao Cui sitting in the corner of the corridor, curled up in a ball, quietly waiting to die.

At that moment, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning.

The dean clearly told us.

He is arranging for Zhao Cui to have surgery at the best hospital with the best doctors.

But the truth I see before me is quite shocking.

Zhao Cui became the one who was abandoned.

No one treated her.

She became the one who quietly waited to die.

When I walked up to Zhao Cui, she looked up in fear and despair.

His face, aged like withered tree bark, forced an unsightly smile.

She tried calling my name, but she didn't even know what it was.

Zhao Cui lowered her head sadly.

Perhaps she didn't want me to see what she looked like.

She turned around again, her back to me.

I took a deep breath and told her that she must believe in miracles, and that I planned to take her to see a doctor for treatment.

But Zhao Cui refused me desperately; no matter how I pulled her, she wouldn't get up.

Just then, I suddenly noticed that beneath Zhao Cui was a pool of terrifying, scarlet blood.

Blood was continuously flowing from her genitals.

At that moment, I finally understood why Zhao Cui was unwilling to get up.

It's not that she doesn't want to get up, but that she can't get up.

Those beasts in the mental hospital actually tortured a fifty-year-old woman to such a terrible degree.

Zhao Cui told me that she could feel that she was about to die.

Before she died, she wanted to ask me a favor.

Let me find her son.

I agreed to her request.

She gave me a small photo that I don't know where it was hidden on her body.

I took the photo and saw the people in it.

It was like being struck by lightning.

Because the person in the photo is Zhao Ming!