Human Lives
The new members of the Samos Family's hereditary mental illness research and treatment team had familiarized themselves with the files they'd received. At last, they had a chance to meet the patients.
The most mysterious place in Huxi City Seventh People's Hospital: the "Cold Palace" of the legendary "harem," or perhaps the "Forbidden Palace."
The moment they entered the heavily guarded Intensive Care Unit, Chen Sheng and the others felt their spirits sink for no apparent reason. The oppressive atmosphere seemed to weigh on them, slowing their steps.
"Please follow the rules here. Don't wander off, don't leave the guards' sight, and don't knock on or open any doors without permission, or you might cause an incident. Everyone being treated here is potentially dangerous. So far, only one patient has managed to escape, and it didn't end well for him. The police shot him in the head. One shot, one kill."
Li Bai led the way, reminding the seven new members following him.
They didn't take the elevator. Instead, they climbed the stairs, getting a look around the entire Intensive Care Unit as they went.
People with mental illnesses who committed crimes—even murder—might not be sentenced, but they were usually shot on the spot. Don't think mental illness was a shield; sometimes it was a death warrant. The officers with guns didn't have time to determine whether someone was having an episode. To protect the public, shooting first was the best option.
Chen Sheng curled his lip, unconvinced.
Li was talking nonsense again, making a mountain out of a molehill.
Through the completely transparent doors, he saw the patients sitting quietly in their rooms. Some were reading books or newspapers, and one was even using a laptop. How could any of them be dangerous?
If they were really