After the official goodbye to the small beanstalk outbreak, Pa Rouco’s treatment goes from strength to strength as she is cooperative and active with the doctors.


    Gradually, Dr. Bail allowed Pa Rouco to leave her private room and walk around the hospital grounds, and also allowed her to watch television and chat with other psychiatric patients in the publicmunity.


    One day, Pa Rouco was strolling through the hospital grounds in her robe when she came across a child drawing pictures.


    Pa Rouco approaches and sits quietly next to the little boy.


    In the little boy’s picture book there are drawings of all kinds of viscera and blood, but Pa Rouco doesn’t think it’s strange and thinks he’s doing quite well.


    She was an artist, but not a professional painter, and was a little curious about the colorful drawings in the little boy’s notebook.


    So she asks him, “What is it you are painting?”


    At first, the boy is too absorbed in his own world to pay attention to Pa Rouco, who is not surprised, as she is usually the same way.


    After a long time, Pa Rouco saw him finish a whole painting.


    The little boy frowned and turned his head to look at her, “Did I draw it right?”.


    Pa Rouco looked at the painting in the album and nodded, “Pretty good, more special than some paintings I’ve seen disyed in galleries.”


    “But you don’t even know what I’m drawing.” The boy pursed his little lips.


    Pa Rouco said, “I feel good about the painting.”


    The little boy wondered, “No one has ever said I draw well, and you’re the first. Mom says I’m a doodle, that at my age I should draw the sun, grass, big trees and birds.”


    Pa Rouco smiles slightly, “You are within your rights to draw whatever you want, the book and the pen are in your hands, you can draw whatever you want.”


    “But mom says it’s because I’m sick that I draw such horrible things.”


    Pa Rouco frowned slightly, “Horror? Drawing entrails is scary? And you’ve drawn entrails with a very artistic touch.”


    Pa Rouco picked up her sketchbook and looked at it closely, noticing that it showed a heart wrapped in many tangled ribbons, which looked quite deep and artistic.


    Pa Rouco says, “I’ve seen this more abstract and simr painting in exhibitions at the World Gallery.”


    “The World Gallery, is it great?”


    Pa Rouco nods, “Well, the World Gallery is full of masterpieces by recent modern artists.”


    “I want to be famous too.”


    Pa Rouco said, “If you try, maybe you’ll get it.”


    “But…,” the little boy lowered his head and said dejectedly, “Mom says it’s good for kids like me not to increase their burden, Mom doesn’t like me drawing this, I’d love to learn to draw, Mom says it’s expensive enough, painting… it would take more money.”


    Pa Rouco looked at him and said, “You paint very well.”


    “Are youforting me?”


    “I rarelyfort people.”


    The boy smiled kindly at her.


    After a while, the attending physician came over and called out to the little boy, “Navarro Jara! Navarro!”


    The little boy said, “Sister, Aunt Doctor is calling me, I’ll go first.”


    Pa Rouco silently writes the child’s name, Navarro Jara, Navarro.


    Pa Rouco got up and walked around the garden a couple more times in the hospital gown.


    Severo Laris stood a short distance away, looking at her good form, relieved, one hand in his pocket, immensely proud.


    Mrs. Laris, in her hospital gown, also appeared to be the prettiest and brightest in the crowd.


    …


    However, Pa Rouco still likes to recreate herself in her own world.


    But they already pay attention to the outside world and the movements of strangers.


    For example, a group of mentally ill people clutching the remote control of arge LCD TV in a publicmunity.


    Pa Rouco snatched the remote control from their hands and changed the channel. Everything was on the TV screen and the channel was on Joy and Wolffy.


    A group of patients looked at her speechless, “What to watch here, I want to watch the World Cup!”.


    “I want to watch the NBA, stinky girl.”


    “Are you a kid, watching such childish cartoons?”


    Pa Rouco looked at them coolly, her hand holding the remote control and pointing to the advertisement next to the LCD TV hanging on the wall.


    “No noise. You’ve broken the rules, so no more viewing rights on TV.”


    The other patients were about to argue with her when Albarran Bail approached with some doctors.


    Dr. Bail smiled and asked, “What’s all the fuss about?”


    Pa Rouco: “He wants to watch the World Cup, he wants to watch the basketball game because it’s a quick fight, so now they see what I put on.”


    “…”


    Albarran Bail was amused,ughing with the other physicians, “Pa Rouco is bing the ss president here, she’s starting to take over discipline.”


    The asional physician jokingly remarked and said, “Everyone should listen to Pa Rouco, no loud fighting, and anyone who fights and causes trouble won’t be able to watch TV in the future oh.”


    Other patients: “…”


    One of the patients tugged on Albarran Bail’s sleeve and pouted, “Dr. Bail, you can’t always keep an eye on Wolffy, can you?”


    Albarran Bail gave the patient a loving look and scoffed, “Be patient, Pa Rouco is the wife of the owner of this hospital and if she’s not happy, you won’t even get to see the Big Bad Wolf.”


    The other patients looked at Pa Rouco and grunted in spite of themselves.Material ? N?velDrama.Org.


    However, Pa Rouco rarely fights with them about watching TV, but if they do, Pa Rouco confiscates the remote control and the discipline is very well managed.


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