The Guts Test System? Who's Afraid!

Director's Note

‘He should be dead! Why is he still wandering around this hospital!?’

Slowly, the nurse entered the counter. Rian hid under the counter. I don't know what the nurse did, Rian could only hold his breath and voice while waiting for the nurse to go. Suddenly, there was the sound of a door opening from somewhere in the area.

Creak

Reacting to the voice, the nurse went towards the voice. After a few minutes of waiting, there was no sound of a foot drag from the nurse.

“Haah~, finally go too it sister ... but what creature exactly is it? If he were an astral being, there would be no sound of his feet. Could he be an undead? Hmmm ..” After that, Rian stood up and checked the counter table. On the table, there was a very thick notebook. When Rian opened it, Rian looked at the names of the patients as well as the diagnosis in the book. These names have one thing in common, namely the existence of red writing with the word ‘mengal’ in the statement column.

Rian then glanced at the place where the medicine wrap lined up neatly earlier. But there are no more packs of medicine. ‘It looks like the nurse has taken the drug. If my deduction is correct, then all the names of these deceased patients have dolls inscribed with their names and scattered throughout this 3rd floor. Then the sisters would go around every night to give them such drugs while they were still alive.’

After he finished checking the counter table, Rian continued his search again. Not far from the counter table, Rian found a room that read ‘Director’ Room on his door. “Why is the director room in a special area?” Rian then walked in and looked through the contents of the room.

In the room, there are several plant pots attached to the wall. Next to the pot, there was an empty bookcase and a worktable. There is also a place to rest complete with a bed. Next to the bed, there was a huge wardrobe. Surprisingly, the closet was sealed using a police line.

Rian looked at the floor, there was a lot of medical records scattered. Rian took some of those medical records. “It looks like all the patients here receive the same way of treatment. Doctors here do not solve their problems at all, but only suppress the souls and desires of patients like dolls who do not have the desire.”

Rian then approached the sealed cupboard using a police line. “Why is this closet sealed? Is there a body hidden in it?” Out of curiosity, Rian also unsealed the police line.

Apparently, the contents of the closet are not as Rian imagined. There were no clothes or strange things in it. There was only a book, a pile of paper, and a few envelopes. Rian took the book and opened it.

“Isn't this a diary? This hospital director writes a diary?” Rian then read the diary.

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Surabaya General Hospital has been established since 1923. But the special department of mental disorders itself was only opened in 1977. The mental health center building has 3 floors. The first floor has a very cheap cost, but the condition of the room is very bad. The 2nd floor costs 50% more than the 1st floor. The 3rd floor is different. This floor is only for VVIP patients. The cost is 10 times more expensive than the cost of maintenance on the 1st floor.

In April 2003, a luxury car with police numbers outside Surabaya came to visit this hospital. Two people got out of the car while driving a woman who was pregnant. I, as the Director of this hospital, must of course welcome them. After asking a few questions, I realized that the pregnant woman was suffering from quite a severe mental disorder. However, for the sake of the safety of the Mother and Baby who were still in her womb, I rejected them.

Since I had received this money in cash, I turned a blind eye to something as small as this. All I can do now is take good care of this woman. After further examination, it turned out that this woman suffered from Bipolar Disorder. This woman sometimes does not want to talk, sometimes she will cry, and sometimes will also be angry. He would also throw things around him and hurt himself. To keep it safe. I asked the Doctors to prepare safe equipment for the baby in room 3.

Mental disorders in these women are very unstable. But because she was pregnant, many drugs could not be used. We were only able to give him counseling.3 months passed, and the day of the birth of his son was getting closer. We recruited some sisters to watch him 24 hours.

Whether because of the results of counseling or because of the nature of motherhood that began to appear, the condition of this woman improved. Even so, the woman was more often silent and rubbed her enlarged stomach.4 months later, the child in her womb was born into this world. The condition of this woman is also getting better. The doctors and I breathed a sigh of relief. That day, I tried to contact her husband, but my phone was not picked up.

Unpleasant feelings began to appear within me. To find out where the man is, I hired a detective. After an investigation, it turned out that all the documents that the man gave were fake. After I had a discussion with the Doctors, we decided that we would take care of this woman until the money that the man gave us ran out. If until then it still does not appear, then we will report this to the police. In order for this woman's condition not to worsen, then we did not tell her about this.

Ever since her son was born, this woman seemed to have found hope in her life. He began to cooperate with the doctors and nurses who treated him. Sometimes, she would ask her husband's news to hospital employees. Because what she had in mind, after she recovered, her husband would come and pick her up.

However, 6 months later, the money given by the man had run out. That person disappeared as if swallowed by the earth. Finally, there was a debate among the doctors. Some feel pity, and some argue that Mother and child should be moved immediately, because caring for them both for free is very tiring. As Director, I ask the Doctors to be patient and wait even longer. But one day, a nurse who treated him slipped in front of this woman.

She asked me to let her talk to her husband. But the phone number the man gave me is no longer active. Since then, the condition of this woman has declined. He began to be rude to everyone around him. To prevent her from hurting her daughter, I told some doctors to separate Mother and the child.

This woman has lost her mind. It is also difficult to communicate. We tried various ways to cure her, hoping that we could dig up information about her husband and ask him to pay all the fees.

No one thought that this treatment lasted up to 3 years. The girl grew up in a mental hospital. He learned to walk and talk in a place filled with these insane people.

the first 3 years of child development are very important. It was a time where humans absorbed a lot of information, and later that information would become the basis of the child's future. The girl grew up in a very complex environment like this.

The money that the man gave him was gone. Now, we take care of them because we are on humanitarian grounds. However, the longer, the more people protested about my decision to take care of them. In fact, the hospital staff began to look at the child with unfriendly eyes.

Every day, the girl always asked the Doctor or nurse to take her to room number 3, where her mother was treated. He could only see his mother from the glass window on the door because of her mother's unstable condition.

When the girl was able to walk, she sometimes went to room number 3 by herself, looking at the iron door that was larger than her. Time goes by quickly. When other children play with friends and have fun, different from the girl. The child's world is filled only by this hospital environment. He also began to behave differently from children his age in general.