Chapter 252: The Lunatic (2/2)

Finally, there was another small matter that had nothing to do with the case, that is, the victim we rescued last night managed to make it through the night. From the moment he regained consciousness, he threw a conniption fit, unable to accept the cruel fact that ninety percent of his body was covered in severe burns.

I phoned Xiaotao and asked, ”Do you need any help? I can go over now!”

”You’re up early! Did you see the messages in the group?” asked Xiaotao. “The case has now entered a stalemate. If it’s not handled properly, this will become an unsolved case.”

”Not necessarily,” I remarked. “These two murderers are self-absorbed people and love showing off. I can guarantee they will make another move.”

Xiaotao sighed, ”Did I make the wrong decision last night?”

”You were decisive and did the best you could,” I comforted. “Under the circumstances, there was no better solution.”

”Talking to you always puts me in a better mood,” chuckled Xiaotao. “Why don't you switch professions and be a psychologist instead... By the way, speaking of doctors, I suddenly thought of something. Last night, the victim insisted on speaking to you. He said that if you don't go, he won't receive treatment. Please take some time to visit the No. 3 Hospital!”

I knew it wouldn’t be anything good, but I agreed anyway.

I checked on Dali who was still sleeping soundly, turning sideways to hug his pillow, his lips murmuring, ”Bingxin-meimei!”

I shook Dali up and he opened his eyes in a daze. After repeating thrice for him to drop by the station after he woke up, Dali muttered a vague word of affirmation and dozed off again.

I took a cab to the No. 3 Hospital where an officer stood on guard, waiting to escort me to the victim. Outside the ward, I heard a crash from within. ”Get the hell out of here!” a loud voice bellowed.

Expelled from the room, the doctor shot me a wary look and shook his head. ”Be careful when you go in. That man needs to see a psychologist.”

I couldn’t fight the uneasiness in my heart as I pushed the door open and walked into the ward. Wrapped in bandages, the patient lay in bed like a mummy. ”It's you! I remember you were the one who saved me last night!” he cried.

I didn't know what else to say except, ”Are you feeling better?”

A cup of water abruptly flew towards my head and I quickly dodged, thankful for my quick reflexes. ”I remember one of the officers was about to shoot me last night!” shouted the boy. “Why did you stop her? Why didn't you let me die? I’m a fucking basket case now. What's the point of living!”

While he hollered abuse at me, his hands continuously grabbed the items around him, aiming squarely at me.

”Don't be impulsive!” I patiently advised, arms trying to block those objects from hitting me. “Once you’ve recovered, you can receive a full-body skin graft. If you think it’s my fault you look like this, I’m willing to pay part of your medical expenses!”

But my words seemed to further stimulate him, his eyes glowing with red-hot anger and before I could react, he jumped down from his bed and rammed his head against the window grille. ”I don't want your pity! Let me die, just let me die! I don't want to live!”

He rattled the metal grille in a frenzy, his manic behavior convincing me that he might actually jump off the building. Hastening towards him, I attempted to placate and discourage him from any foolish actions. Out of the blue, he swung around and clasped his fingers around my neck, squeezing hard and successfully pinned me to the bed.

Although this boy was on the skinny side, a crazy person’s strength was not to be underestimated. As I felt the air being forced out my throat, a bunch of men in white coats dashed into the room, forcibly held him down and injected a sedative.

The boy’s heavy lids slowly shut, body slumped over in sleep. My fingers traced the red handprints that had surfaced on my neck and I thought to myself, What a close call!

”Officer, are you hurt?” asked the doctor. “The patient has been difficult to control since last night. I think we should transfer him to a mental hospital.”

”Thanks for the hard work,” I said. “I'm afraid he’ll only get worse if he is sent to a mental hospital. After all, such an experience isn’t something anyone can just get over. I’ll get the officers to find a psychologist to soothe the patient.”

While this was what I said, I couldn’t help but curse at what a lunatic he was as I walked out of the door.

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