Free Web NovelChapter 97: Chapter 97: All Right, All Right, You’re Not Sick, You’re Not Sick...
There were too many files, all in paper form.
Each folder had the corresponding person’s name written on the spine.
Jiang Che looked at each person’s thick stack of folders; some even had several folders lined up together.
Was there really this much information about them?
Jiang Che casually pulled a folder from the top of the files. This patient was familiar; he had passed away due to weakness at the same age as Jiang, yet had left so early.
"His name was Ren Fengxiang." Jiang Che saw Xiong Jie sitting in front of the computer, starting it up.
He knew this equipment; many medical staff had used it before — he just unfortunately didn’t know how to use it.
He thought he must learn how to use it one day, among other things, as he opened the file in his hand.
It was a very thick folder, encased in white plastic, filled with A4 printed documents, some of them stapled to the corresponding reports.
A paper slip with bold text was inserted in the plastic book clip on the side.
[Gao Shen]
[2017/03/29, bone marrow matching successful... according to guest treatment requirements, began nutritional and exercise management for the donor...]
[2017/04/01, body check-up healthy, slightly low white blood cell count, low blood sugar...]
[2017/05/02, bone marrow transplant successful...]
[2018/02/18, kidney matching successful... according to guest treatment requirements, began nutritional and exercise management for the donor...]
[2018/07...]
...
Every matching success document was interspersed with various check-up reports, as well as data of people involved in the match, alongside the premium prices for each organ.
In addition, the routine physical examination data was also recorded continuously.
Besides the reports, there were many photos, data graphs of the donor, the body of the transplant recipient, and the success rates of matching transplants.
Jiang Che wasn’t dumb; he had heard of organ transplants. Even the psychiatric hospital constantly educated them, saying organ transplants were good, and many people would sign voluntary transplant agreements after death, with all sorts of brainwashing materials.
They had even signed these voluntary transplant agreements themselves, for after death.
At that time, Jiang Che also thought it didn’t matter; if you’re dead, what use is it anymore?
Everyone in the hospital felt the same; he was even happy he could contribute to society.
He held the dossier, his fingers somewhat stiff.
Years ago, a kidney had already been transplanted, years ago...
Jiang Che’s memory began to trace back, and he remembered there was indeed a time when he was young, enviously watching Gao Shen’s nutritional meals. He had hoped to get some from the nurse, who told him it wasn’t his turn yet, and he’d get some when it was his turn.
After that, Gao Shen disappeared for a while and then returned, but he was in poor mental health, constantly saying he didn’t feel well.
Jiang Che just assumed he was eating the nutritional meals because he was unwell, while he didn’t need them because he was healthy...
So that’s how it was...
Jiang Che’s throat tightened, his fingers exerting pressure, making the plastic book clip crack and producing several lines of fissure.
He looked up at the densely packed files in the archive room, the fluorescent lights making his head spin.
So, all these records, all these years of check-ups, were for organ transplants all along?
He had never been to the archive room before; people at the hospital didn’t allow him to visit.
And what about Fengxiang?
After hearing Ren Fengxiang was discharged, he lost contact and had been blaming him for not reaching out.
So... a thought formed in Jiang Che’s mind; he didn’t want to continue with it.
His eyes searched nervously for his friend’s name, yet dared not proceed.
Xiong Jie also found the friend Jiang Che mentioned through an index search.
The computer data showed that two years ago, his friend had undergone a kidney transplant, and on the last day, they had a heart match.
Jiang Che’s breathing became heavy; he looked up at the records, eyes scanning over rows of cold iron cabinets, with both familiar and unfamiliar names.
But he knew these were all patients coming and going within the psychiatric hospital.
Then his gaze rested on his own name.
His record was placed on top; Jiang Che reached for it, hesitating at the touch before pulling it out.
[Jiang Che]
"Did you find it?" Xiong Jie asked when he saw something was off with Jiang Che.
"No, I just saw myself," Jiang Che replied as he opened the first page.
Xiong Jie froze for a moment, quickly searching for Jiang Che’s name.
He, too, saw the corresponding document.
There was never any intention of treatment for people here, so no treatment plans existed. Everything written below was about post-tests control methods, how to make psychiatric patients more obedient and cooperative in certain tasks.
[Jiang Che: Suffers from delusional disorder, constantly imagines having family.]
[Control plan: Simply tell him how to reunite with family, can easily control. Patient remains stable, doesn’t act out, doesn’t have episodes, ...]
[2018/04/18 kidney matching successful... according to guest treatment requirements, began nutritional and exercise management for the donor...]
Xiong Jie paused, suddenly looking back.
Right after a string of match data, he saw four glaring words.
[Transplant Successful]
Xiong Jie sharply lifted his head, seeing Jiang Che standing in the center of the archive cabinets, his expression bewildered. He pointed at the text on the documents, a CT image of his body taken after a successful transplant, showing clearly that he was missing a kidney on the left side of his lower back.
"Uncle Xiong, I seem to be missing a kidney." He reached out, comparing the position on the asphalt-colored film to his own left waist.
There was indeed a scar on his side.
He remembered that period, he did eat very well.
Xiong Jie got up and lifted Jiang Che’s shirt, immediately seeing the incision on his waist.
With just a glance, he covered the shirt back down.
At the same time, a cool voice rang in Xiong Jie’s brain. For a man of his experience, he instantly noticed this voice sounded less relaxed than before. Whereas the master’s voice used to be more casual, now it exuded a sense of unpredictability.
Xiong Jie’s heart skipped a beat, not expecting that, despite being separated by a realm, he could still feel that intense pressure.
He also hadn’t expected such a strong reaction from the master regarding this issue.
"Uncle Xiong, so we’re all donors?" Jiang Che’s eyes looked a bit lost.
"Me?" He pointed to himself, "Am I sick?" He pointed at the words ’delusional disorder.’
"Many people in psych wards aren’t sick, some are framed, locked up even though they’re fine, and over time they actually do develop illnesses."
"Otherwise, where would they find so many donors?"
"You’re not sick."
Xiong Jie was lamenting inwardly; he knew what Jiang Che’s so-called family was. With the Lord’s eyes upon him, and Jiang Che questioning, he feared making a single misstep that might cause Jiang Che to have an outburst.
He could only use the words often used to coax mentally ill patients, ’Alright, alright, you’re not sick, you’re not sick...’
Jiang Che suddenly realized, all these years’ regular body checks were not treatments from the psychiatric hospital.
They even thought his search for family was a delusion?
What delusion!
He did find his family!
He wasn’t sick at all!
