The nurse's face immediately filled with panic. "Oh no! She's agitated again!"
She hurried to press the call bell at the head of the bed.
Zhou Yunzhi had already begun throwing everything within reach.
Things from the bed and table scattered across the floor.
She kicked the quilt onto the floor, too.
The doctor and nurses on duty rushed over and gave her a sedative. Only then did she sink into a deep sleep.
Song Ning finally said goodbye and left the ward.
It wasn't until they were in the car that Han Xiao and Chen Liang turned to look at her.
"How did it go? Did you find anything?"
Under the dim light inside the car, Song Ning opened her hand.
She had been holding a crumpled ball of paper all along.
Without a word, she unfolded it.
It was an ordinary sheet of white paper, crumpled and creased.
Song Ning turned it over and examined both sides. There wasn't a single word on it.
After a moment, she began folding it back along its creases, one fold at a time.
Before long, she slowly raised her hand.
"Zhou Yunzhi didn't say a word to me. She only threw this paper ball at me when she went into a frenzy."
Han Xiao and Chen Liang stared at Song Ning's palm, their expressions turning grave.
What Song Ning had reconstructed along the creases was unmistakably a little paper boat.
The air seemed to freeze for several seconds.
A shape resembling a "sail" had been left in Chen Yuting's palm.
Now Zhou Yunzhi, whose mental faculties were impaired, had "thrown" out a little paper boat.
Whether or not it was a coincidence.
It was enough to warrant serious attention.
To maintain secrecy.
The three-person team chose not to report this over