Wu Zhangkong looked at him and nodded slightly.
Then he turned around and walked deeper into the campus.
Zhong Shenxiu Follow up.
The footsteps of the two people were particularly clear in the dusk.
Zhong Shenxiu was half a step behind Wu Zhangkong, following at a leisurely pace. His eyes swept across the trees, street lights, and teaching buildings on the roadside, then retracted and fell on the back of Wu Zhangkong.
The back is still as straight as a pine tree, and the pace is still as steady as a pendulum.
But Zhong Shenxiu can feel that something is different.
Wu Zhangkong's footsteps are a little... heavy?
Zhong Shenxiu Don't know what that is.
But he didn't ask.
Just follow along.
The two walked through the playground, bypassed the teaching building, and finally stopped in front of a three-story building.
That building is different from the surrounding buildings. The teaching building is modern reinforced concrete, the dormitory building is a neat tube building, and this building--
White exterior walls, red window frames, and a wooden sign hanging at the door with three words written on it:
Medical office.
It is a three-story independent building with a small area and is surrounded by several tall sycamore trees.
In the dusk, the sycamore leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.
The whole building exudes a quiet atmosphere, which is in sharp contrast to the noisy cafeteria in the distance.
It's like a health center in a township.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at the building and frowned slightly.
Infirmary?
He looked at Wu Zhangkong, a trace of doubt flashing in his light golden vertical pupils.
Wu Zhangkong No explanation.
He just opened the door to the infirmary and walked in.
Zhong Shenxiu Follow up.
The first floor is an ordinary outpatient area, with several benches placed against the wall, and common medical knowledge posters hanging on the wall. The air is filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, and a faint scent of medicine.
Wu Zhangkong didn't stop and walked directly to the stairs.
Zhong Shenxiu Follow up.
The second floor is also the outpatient area, but it is quieter than the first floor. Several doors are closed tightly, and different signs are hung on the doors-diagnosis room, observation room, pharmacy.
Wu Zhangkong still didn't stop.
He walked to the third floor.
Zhong Shenxiu Follow up.
The third floor is very quiet.
It's quieter than the first and second floors.
The corridor is paved with light blue rubber, which makes almost no sound when stepped on.
There are several closed doors on both sides. There are no brands on the doors, only simple numbers-301, 302, 303.
Wu Zhangkong stopped at the door of Room 303.
He turned around and looked at Zhong Shenxiu.
Complex emotions flashed through those cold eyes.
"Go in."
he said.
Then he opened the door.
Inside the door is an independent ward.
It's not big, about twenty square meters.
There was a white hospital bed by the window, with the sheets and quilts neatly folded.
There is a desk against the wall, with several files and a thermos cup on the table.
Behind the desk, there is a middle-aged man sitting.
The man looked to be in his early forties, wearing a dark gray shirt and a white doctor's coat. He had an ordinary face, regular features, and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His eyes behind the lenses were gentle and calm, and he was looking in the direction of the door.
He saw Wu Zhangkong and Zhong Shenxiu come in and stood up.
"Teacher Wu."
He spoke, his voice gentle, with a reassuring calmness.
Wu Zhangkong nodded and stepped aside to let go of Zhong Shenxiu behind him.
"Doctor Liu, this is the student I told you about."
He paused, looked at the middle-aged man, and said word by word:
"It's called Zhong Shenxiu."
Doctor Liu's eyes fell on Zhong Shenxiu.
In those gentle eyes, there flashed a trace of concentration that was not easy to detect.
He looked at the child in front of him - his tall figure, angular face, and those...
Light golden vertical pupils.
Those eyes are looking at me.
Calm, focused, with an almost predatory look.
It's like looking at a target that needs to be evaluated.
Doctor Liu's heart moved slightly.
But there was nothing strange on his face, he just smiled gently, walked out from behind the desk, and stretched out his hand to Zhong Shenxiu.
"Hello, classmate Zhong Shenxiu. My surname is Liu, and I am East Sea Central Hospital's psychiatrist. Today, I was asked by Teacher Wu to come over and have a chat with you."
His hands were hanging in the air, waiting for Zhong Shenxiu's response.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at him.
Look at the stretched out hand.
Looking at that gentle face and those calm eyes behind the lenses.
He didn't reach out immediately.
Just looking like that, those light golden vertical pupils shrank slightly, like a feline assessing an unfamiliar environment.
Then he stretched out his hand.
Hold Doctor Liu's hand.
"Hello."
he said.
The voice was calm, without any ups and downs.
But in those vertical pupils, a vigilant light flashed through.
Doctor Liu feels it.
I felt the warmth of that hand, and the thin callus on the child's palm - the marks left by holding a gun for a long time. I also felt the... alertness that flashed across the child's body at that moment.
The vigilance was very light, so light that it was almost unnoticeable.
But Doctor Liu noticed it.
Because he has seen too many people like this.
Those who have come down from the battlefield, those who have experienced life and death, those who have vigilance engraved in their bones.
Their eyes are exactly the same as this child's.
Doctor Liu felt a surge of complicated emotions in his heart.
A child who is no more than nine years old, why? Why does he have such eyes?
But he still had a gentle smile on his face, let go of his hand, and motioned Zhong Shenxiu to sit down.
"Sit down, don't stand. Teacher Wu said you just finished playing Class Promotion Tournament, you should be tired, right?"
He pointed to the chair by the window, then walked back behind the desk and sat down again.
Zhong Shenxiu did not sit down immediately.
He looked at Wu Zhangkong.
Wu Zhangkong stood at the door, looking at him.
There was a hint of... unspeakable concern in those cold eyes.
"I'm right outside."
Wu Zhangkong said.
Then he turned around, walked out of the door, and closed the door gently.
There were only two people left in the room, Zhong Shenxiu and Doctor Liu.
Very quiet.
Only the sycamore leaves outside the window rustled in the breeze.
Zhong Shenxiu stood there, looking at the closed door, and was silent for two seconds.
Then he turned around, walked to the chair by the window, and sat down.
He sat very upright, with his back straight and his hands placed naturally on his knees. His light golden vertical pupils were looking at Doctor Liu, calm and focused, without any unnecessary emotions.
Doctor Liu looked at him and smiled gently.
"Don't be so nervous."
he said.
"I'm not here to treat you, just have a casual chat. You can relax a little."
Zhong Shenxiu looked at him.
Those vertical pupils were still calm, without any change.
"I'm not nervous."
he said.
Doctor Liu looked at him, his eyes slightly curved behind the lenses.
"Really?"
he said softly.
Then he stood up, walked to the window, and opened it.
The night wind rushed in, bringing with it the coolness of early autumn and the smell of sycamore leaves. The dusk outside the window had completely sunk into darkness, and the last ray of afterglow on the horizon had disappeared. The lights on the campus lit up one after another, decorating the entire campus like a starry sky.
Doctor Liu stood by the window, looking at the night scene outside the window, with his back to Zhong Shenxiu.
The night breeze rushed in through the window, bringing with it the coolness of early autumn, gently blowing the white coat on Doctor Liu's body.
He turned around and looked at Zhong Shenxiu with kind eyes.
"Then let's talk about your past, how about it?"
His voice was gentle and patient, "Can you tell me about your previous life?"
Zhong Shenxiu is sitting on the chair, with his back still straight.
Those light golden vertical pupils met Doctor Liu's gaze, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.