In the early 1980s, the standard of living and medical conditions were not good. If someone had a mental illness, it did not matter whether it was severe or not. If they could not be cured, they would be directly locked up.
Sun Yunyun's ward was not big. The nurse pushed the door open and left. Only Sun Yunyun was left sleeping on the only bed. They looked no different from normal people. The two brothers did not come close when they came in. Instead, they stood at the door from afar and looked at her before walking out.
Outside the courtyard, Zhou Hengguang was holding a copy of the medical record from the doctor. The more he read, the more he frowned.
Zhou Hengyang stood at the side smoking, casually flicking the ashes into the trash can.
"Big brother, what do you think is wrong? I don't see any problems at the moment." Zhou Hengguang closed the case file. "You must have found something. Tell me."
"You don't see any problems?"
