Chapter 1504 Spreading Sweetness with Mr. Forensic Doctor 26

The police station does not have any holidays recently. If Wu Lin wants to go to the hospital to get medicine, he must report to Jinchen and apply.

As expected, the team that got the medicine became two people. After the last car accident involving Yi Tian and Wei Yan, Jin Chen was really worried about Wu Lin wandering around outside alone.

That bastard in the dark pops up from time to time. What should I do now that my wife is gone?

"I'm sorry, sir. We don't have the first two drugs on your prescription." The nurse at the medicine counter said, "Not to mention us, even the more formal and larger hospitals have a hard time getting these drugs now."

"Why?" Jinchen asked, holding Wu Lin's curled fingers.

"These two drugs have serious side effects and are no longer allowed to be used for mental health patients in China."

Hearing the nurse's explanation, Jinchen raised his eyebrows in confusion. When searching Zhou Ming's home, Wu Lin was able to accurately identify which medicine was not suitable for Zhou Ming to take. Could it be that he himself didn't know that?

Of course Wu Lin knew.

But compared to the onset of the disease, that side effect is negligible to him.

But even so, he still felt a little guilty when facing Jinchen's questions.

Wu Lin and he left the hospital side by side. The air was filled with moisture in the early autumn weather, and it might rain.

"Where did the previous medicine come from?" Jinchen asked, with a helpless tone.

"It seems I still have to trouble my master's friend when he was alive." Wu Lin has been trying to avoid contact with the past over the years, but he often has unavoidable memories.

For example, every time he sent medicine, the friend would give him, his good friend and junior, instructions, and after he was transferred back to City X, he moved back into his old house.

Jin Chen thought about what Wu Lin had just said and felt that something was wrong. He stopped and asked, "Before Senior Mu passed away, did you already have symptoms?"

"How could that be?" Wu Lin looked blankly. "But at that time they all said that I had a special hobby, so it's probably the same."

"In that case, how did Senior Mu's old friend know about your condition? Didn't you say that you had never been to a domestic hospital for treatment?"

On the night when he confessed his identity to Jinchen, Wu Lin said that his illness was diagnosed abroad.

Wu Lin subconsciously looked at Jinchen, and his mind suddenly went blank, and even his nerves and thoughts stopped working for several seconds.

Jinchen held Wu Lin's hand tightly, gently stroked his tense back, and said softly: "Relax and think slowly."

"I...I don't remember."

According to Wu Lin's memory, this was how things happened, and he had almost never thought about the logic behind it.

Wu Lin had a severe headache and he leaned on Jin Chen's shoulder to relieve it. He suddenly took out his cell phone and found the address behind every medicine he sent - the address that had always been ignored.

"Qinghuan Psychiatric Hospital."

"where?!"

Jinchen was even more surprised than him and said quickly, "Cui Ju was treated in that mental hospital."

This is definitely not just a coincidence.

Jinchen quickly contacted the bureau.

"Have you found out the medical records?"

Duan Xiaobai was still checking the names of the people who were summoned to the police station. She held her phone and whispered, "I was just about to tell you that although they were diagnosed at different times, they were all prescribed the same drugs by a hospital called... Qinghuan Psychiatric Hospital. But this hospital was closed down ten years ago!"

Ten years ago…

Wu Lin held Jinchen's hand tightly, and his eyes suddenly became extremely cold and fierce.

It happened to be ten years ago, the year Lao Mu died.

Jinchen: "Check the person in charge of the closure at the time, use the account list information to contact the address of the mental hospital, and monitor the entire process in real time."

He arranged everything in an orderly manner, hugged the cold person in his arms, and stroked the back of his head.

After hanging up the phone, Jinchen said, "Let's go over and take a look."

"Okay." Wu Lin did not hesitate, and even couldn't help but burst out with murderous intent again.

The secret that had been buried for ten years was actually right next to him... Wu Lin was puzzled as to why it had never been discovered.

If Jinchen hadn't suddenly enlightened Wu Lin today, he would never have thought in this direction. This is really strange.

Wu Lin thought of what Sang Xue said again, have they met before, or has one of them forgotten.

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"I only started taking medicine five years ago. Before that... I had no contact with any of Master's old friends."

Wu Lin sat in the passenger seat with his head lowered, trying to sort out his thoughts. He was talking to Jin Chen, but he also wanted to know whether he had ever lost his memory.

He did not have a photographic memory or the ability to remember everything, so he used the expensive specimens dissected in his study as memory anchors.

"The first time I took the medicine, I specimenized the Rose Crystal Eye Butterfly... It was not long after I returned to China."

Wu Lin's already chilled body was covered with another layer of cold sweat. At that time, there was no way he would contact Lao Mu's old friend again, let alone trust him completely enough to ask him to send medicine.

The investigations in recent years have been hampered. Is it because no key evidence has been found, or is it because every step has been under the surveillance and control of those behind the scenes?

Fresh air and strong winds continued to blow in from the wide-open windows, but Wu Lin still felt extremely suffocated. His face became increasingly ugly, and he subconsciously held his breath because of his constant anxiety.

Jinchen caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, and was so scared that he quickly stepped on the brakes, unbuckled his seat belt, and leaned over to touch Wu Lin's face.

"Wu Lin, Wu Lin!"

Wu Lin woke up as if from a dream. After he recovered, he took a deep breath, his face pale and his eyes fixed on Jinchen.

His heartbeat quickened with panic and confusion, and it was shaking to the point where it was about to jump out of his throat.

Wu Lin threw himself into Jin Chen's arms, his breathing still heavy, hiding the deadness of the past few years, and the joy in his expression seemed to be turning into reality.

"I don't remember... I can't recall."

Jinchen felt heavy in his heart, and suddenly he pinched Wu Lin's chin and kissed him.

Wu Lin's breathing was still not smooth, but it was not because of the pain. The plundered air gradually numbed his thoughts and pulled him away from the pain.

The misty haze that covered my memory also dissipated, as if by magic.

After the kiss, Wu Lin quietly opened his eyes and gently pushed Jin Chen's shoulder with his fingers.

"I seem to remember something."

Wu Lin was not as eager to leave the embrace as usual. He rested his chin on Jin Chen's neck and said in a hoarse and light voice: "I have indeed seen Sang Xue."

"When?" Jinchen continued to ask, hugging the person and looking at the mountains outside the window with a slightly frown.

The former site of Qinghuan Psychiatric Hospital is in the suburbs, and one must pass through this ring mountain road to get there from the city.

"In the ward. It seems... a long time ago, I also lived there."

Wu Lin seemed to be snooping into other people's memories. What was worse was that according to his existing memories, he should have been receiving psychological diagnosis and treatment abroad at this time.

As soon as he finished speaking, before Jinchen could respond, he suddenly let go of Wu Lin, stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward quickly.

Wu Lin smelled the fuel and subconsciously looked out the window, his pupils suddenly constricted.

A burning car was coming down the mountain, heading straight towards them!