Gao Leng and Jian Xiaoshan looked at each other. In the eyes of others, it was miserable, but in the eyes of the reporter, it was a pity that such a shot was not taken.

This is the reporter's instinct. It suppresses the human instinct. The reporter's instinct ranks first.

The reporter's instinct is something to criticize. Many classic shots shocked the world but embarrassed the reporter. Back then, the famous South African hungry child squatted on the ground dying with a fly, and a dead-eating fly was waiting behind him. The picture was shocking, and it was triggered by exposure. A tear of sympathy from the world.

But at the same time, the attack on the reporter came: Has the conscience of this reporter been eaten by a dog? A child was so hungry, covered with lice and flies, he patted! Is this reporter still a human? Does he have nightmares? ! Actually still pat!

However, after the photo was exposed, how much food was donated by wealthy businessmen around the world to South Africa and how many hungry children were saved.

If such a treatment violates human rights, it is pseudoscience. If it is exposed, it would be great, Jian Xiaosi thought, listening to the desperate roar inside, his hands clenched slightly.

However, there is no way to shoot, there is no equipment on his body, and no mobile phone in his hand.

"Can I look around?" Gao Leng turned his head and asked when there was no movement inside.

The little nurse nodded: "The treatment room is not allowed to visit, other places are allowed."

High cold, simple, and old hanging hurriedly walked in with a tacit understanding, a long corridor similar to the inpatient department of an ordinary hospital, with more than 30 wards. The name of the patient and the name of the parent are written on the door of each ward. Unlike other hospitals, patients and their parents live together.

That is, next to the two larger hospital beds, there are also two small beds that are framed up, two close to each other.

"Good uncle."

"Good Sister."

"Uncle there is the bathroom, do you need me to lead the way?"

Along the way, all patients who passed by Gao Leng said hello politely with a smile on their faces. It seemed that they were not here for treatment, but the host entertained the guests. It was very polite and warm.

It was completely different from the roar in the treatment room.

When a long corridor came to the end, it was the bathroom. Gao Leng and Jian Xiaoshan looked at each other, and stood in the doorway. The bathroom is a private place, go in and see if there is a place to hide things.

Hidden cell phones or everything else that can be photographed.

Gao Leng walked into the men's bathroom, and Jian Xiao went into the women's bathroom.

As soon as he entered the toilet, the toilet was not big. There were four small toilets, and the four small toilets had a small stool. A boy sat on the stool. When Gao Leng came in, he stood up and helped him open the toilet door.

"Thank you." This kind of enthusiasm made Gao Leng a little uncomfortable. This was the first time I saw someone open the toilet door for him. Even a five-star hotel did not receive this treatment. Yu Guang quickly swept across the window, feeling a little disappointed.

Not to mention the strong iron guardrails outside the windows, even the window bolts are actually welded on.

Gao Leng was dumbfounded when he closed the door when he entered the toilet. There was no lock on the toilet door.

"Sorry uncle, our door is unlocked. Don't worry, I won't look at it." The boy outside the door was obviously surprised by Gao Leng's surprise. There must have been many parents who came to visit. He hardly waited for Gao Leng to ask. Explained, familiar with the road.

Gao Leng quickly glanced in the toilet, there is nowhere to hide things, even if you steal a mobile phone and hide it here for shooting, it is absolutely impossible.

People are staring at the poop, which is staggering.

"Why don't you have the toilet door locked? It's very uncomfortable." Gao Leng asked as he pretended to be unwell as he walked out of the toilet door.

"Because I'm afraid that someone will commit suicide." When the boy heard Gao Leng's question, he quickly stood up and replied respectfully.

Also, if the bathroom locks the door and commits suicide, it will be a big deal.

"Oh." Gao Leng nodded: "Are you here exclusively for guarding?"

"Well, our big family is on duty 24 hours a day. Don't worry, your child is absolutely safe here." The young man himself was seventeen or eighteen years old, and said "your child" one bite.

When she went out, she frowned when she saw Jian Xiaodan. Needless to say, the same goes for the ladies' toilet. Looking at Lao Diao again, Lao Diao said in a low voice, "Someone is staring at this toilet. I stood there for a while. Several people came to patrol."

"Gao Leng." Jian Xiaodan pulled Gao Leng aside and lowered his voice: "I can't hide things, so I can only experience it myself."

"No, there is no need to experience that. After coming in for treatment for ten and a half months, find a chance to go out and write a manuscript." Gao Leng frowned, and occasionally someone passing by, his voice was extremely low. .

He knew what Jian Xiaoshan meant by "personal experience".

"I knew I came to pretend to be a patient. I'm a man and I can carry it." Lao Hao also frowned, and felt a tremor in his heart. He was beaten by electricity when he was a child. At that time, the fan leaked electricity and he accidentally touched it.

That taste is unforgettable for a lifetime.

"I have to write the manuscript. I'm afraid of being a reporter, so what's the undercover?" Jian Xiaodan said and pointed to the inpatient procedure desk in the distance: "Go through the procedures first to see if it is possible not to accept the electric shock. But follow in."

Follow in, and that is to write about witnessing someone getting an electric shock. This is also a news point, after all, it is linked to the "electric shock".

The biggest feature of this Internet addiction treatment institution is electric shock. Everyone knows that if you want to really decrypt it, it is to decrypt the electric shock treatment method and how it is treated. If there is no electric shock, then the strength of this manuscript is not great.

Just like other media's previous exposure, it doesn't hurt or itchy.

Jian Xiaodan's voice is without fear and firmness. She meets Gao Leng's eyes, and Gao Leng's eyes are filled with distress.

"Boss, please respect my responsibilities as a reporter and my career." After Jian Xiaoshan spoke softly to Gao Leng, he strode towards the admissions payment bar.

A few people just walked to the admissions billing bar, and saw that the boy who had just been sent to the treatment room walked out tremblingly, and the men in camouflage uniforms who had just driven him in by him had several faces. All colors are hanging.

It can be seen that he was scratched when he was brought in. How could he beat so many people even if he fought hard?

Professor Zhang followed behind him and said with a smile on his face kindly: "Come, hug your father."

The boy's body trembled, his eyes flickered, but he still nodded, and walked to his father Wang Zhi obediently: "Dad." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

When Wang Zhi saw it, tears burst into his eyes: "My son, I don't want you to suffer like this, but you can be cured!" He opened his hand as he said.

"Fucking! I was shocked! Labor and management strangled you!" Suddenly, the boy's face suddenly became ugly, and his open hand pounced on his father, looking like a fish-dead net.

His hand grabbed his father's neck.

Roar! !

With a roar of depression and hatred, his father was pinched and pressed to the wall by him.

Professor Zhang behind his face changed, and he waved his hand: "Why are you? You don't have to suffer this crime if you receive treatment obediently. Come, ask him to come in for a second treatment."

Seven or eight people stepped forward again. A young nurse took out an instrument from his pocket and gently pressed it on his violent hand. A wailing came, restraining his father's hand and let go.

"Help, help! I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong! I'm getting treatment!" The boy was picked up again, this time, before he even entered the door, he began to beg for mercy. Professor Zhang waved his hand.

The door is closed.

If you accept treatment obediently, you don't have to suffer this sin? This sentence fell into Jian Xiaodan’s ear, and she secretly inserted her hand into her trouser pocket, pinching the flesh of her thigh tightly, with fear in her eyes and retreat. It was more of a reporter’s sense of mission. The closed door of the treatment room.

A heart-piercing cry came from inside the door again. This time, it was more stern than the last time, so sorrowful that it was like a grieving soul in a grave in the middle of the night, so stern that Uncle Wang's heart was broken.

Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Wang Shu was originally strangled by his son's throat and fell to the ground.

"Hey, don't cry, just receive treatment and it will be fine."

"Yes, long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain. The treatment here is really good. He is too stubborn. I think he received the second wave of electric shock."

"I hope he will be obedient when he comes out this time. Otherwise, he will have a third electric shock, one after another."

The parents on the side began to comfort Uncle Wang.

"I want to go in and see..." Uncle Wang sobbed his shoulder.

"You can't go in. This is the rule." The parents next to them shook their heads: "Only children who need electric shock treatment can go in."

"Yes, those who are more obedient don't have to suffer this sin, and those who are stubborn have nothing to do, they can be cured."

Only those who need medical treatment can enter. This sentence fell in Jian Xiaodan's ear again. She looked at it, and sure enough, the seven or eight patients in camouflage uniforms who had just sent the boy in, all withdrew from the door at this moment. , Stood outside the door.

It can be seen that Professor Zhang and the patient are in the room.

It's impossible to see it like this? Unless... Jian Xiaodan's hand shook nervously in her trouser pocket. At this moment, she made a decision.

Only two minutes later, the boy came out again, but this time he came out, his pants were wet and he was urinating.

"Are you receiving treatment?" Professor Zhang asked.

"Ok."

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"understood."

"Your hair is going to be shaved, and we will all be flat."

"it is good."

"Hug your father."

"it is good."

The boy shook his body and his eyes were full of horror. He squatted down and held out his hand to hug his crying father.

"Apologize." Professor Zhang said.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"Uncle Wang, take your son to the room with the nurse, and adapt to the environment first. Don't worry, I can cure your son. Okay, the parents of Xiaodan, go and register." Professor Zhang sighed deeply and seemed to be somewhat relieved. Tired, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Snapped! The thunder was too fast to cover his ears, Gao Leng was standing in front of him and Jian Xiaodan couldn't prevent him from turning around. He raised his hand and slapped his face with a clear voice.

"Brother, you lied to me! I don't want to be here, I want to go out!" Jian Xiaodan slammed into Gao Leng, grabbing a hand on his face.

The blood-red, extremely deep Dao Dao bloomed on the cold face.

The faces of the seven or eight patients in camouflage uniforms standing behind Jian Xiaodan showed nervous expressions, and they stretched out their hands to Jian Xiaodan.

"Boss, please respect me." Jian Xiaoshan lowered his voice, tears in his eyes suddenly, tears of fear.

But his face is unwavering.