September 10, 2001, en route to the Rehabilitation Center affiliated with the People's Celebration City Police Bureau. Video file 00520010910.wav.
"...This is our ward. The You Jing you wanted to interview is staying here. It's a double room. The other patient is doing very well and should be able to leave after passing one more assessment. She's one of our longtime patients and takes good care of You Jing. Xiao Han, Dr. Han, is responsible for these two patients. He's a top graduate of the medical school at People's Celebration City University, with excellent professional knowledge."
"Mm, all right. Thank you, Director Zhang. Dr. Han can accompany us from here. We won't keep you from your schedule."
"Haha, sure. I'll leave you in Xiao Han's hands, then. I have a meeting downtown."
The video camera panned from the floor tiles to a hospital room.
The windows in the room were all enclosed by iron bars. Sunlight, divided into blocks, fell across the narrow space. Two beds shared a single bedside table; those were the room's only furnishings.
There was someone in each bed: two pale, haggard women, one old and one young.
The camera settled on the younger woman. She looked to be in her twenties, with her hair hanging loose and obscuring most of her face. The visible parts were bloodless, and her eyes were vacant. She stared blankly ahead, her lips occasionally moving as if silently repeating something to herself.
Quiet conversation could be heard off camera.
Two people dressed as nurses entered the room and helped the older woman leave.
Footsteps, a door closing...
The video fell silent again.
"Miss You, do you remember us?" Wu Ling's voice came from off camera.
The woman's eyes shifted. She curled in on herself and lowered her head.
"Miss