My sister was missing for three months.
I went to call the police. The police checked the system and asked me: Are you sure this person really exists?
My parents had forgotten about her. There was no photo of her in the photo album at home. The house where she lived had long been piled with clutter. Everyone advised me to show condolences - but I didn't even organize her funeral.
Until I walked into Guixu Sanatorium with a letter without a sender, and never came out.
There are seven "Admission Instructions" posted on the wall of the ward:
You are not allowed to leave the ward after ten o'clock in the evening;
When a man in white comes to patrol, lower your head, close your eyes, and never look at him;
As long as you follow the rules above, you'll be well and out of the hospital in no time.
At the bottom of the seven items, there is a line of dark red words that cannot be erased:
Article 8 - It is strictly prohibited to mention "Lu Xi" in any form.
Lu Xi is my sister.
A room full of people knelt down and recited the rules, crying and begging to live one more night. I am an emergency doctor, I don't believe in evil, I just believe in pulse. Slowly, I also discovered that my own eyes could tell which rule was lying: those that harm people are covered with a layer of dust; those that save lives are filled with a little warmth.
They say that the sweetest reunion is a trap. The person you most want to see is no longer a human being.
OK.
Then I will go down layer by layer and split all the fake ones.
I don't want to reunite with her in my dream. I want her alive and home with me.
