In the hospital, if a mental patient hinted that another mental patient's doctor was a ghost, could this prove that they were suffering from a mental illness?
In the eyes of a normal person, they would definitely think that there was something wrong with the patient who said that the doctor was a ghost, but Chen Ge did not think so. Subconsciously, he thought that the patient's words were worth pondering. In other words, subconsciously, he also thought that there was something wrong with Dr. Gao.
His brain started to hurt again. Chen Ge gritted his teeth. He was at a loss. His way of thinking was obviously different from a normal person. Was he really sick?
Admitting that he was suffering from a mental illness was a very difficult thing for a stubborn person because once he admitted that he was sick, it would directly subvert his original worldview.
When the worldview and cognitive thinking were changed, a person would no longer be himself.
Without continuing to think about it, Chen Ge emptied his mind. He did not actively try to recall his previous memory.
The pain slowly weakened. It had not been twenty-four hours since he woke up from the coma, but Chen Ge had already mastered the method to avoid pain.
And this was under the condition that he had lost most of his memory and was relying on his instincts.
Sitting on the bench, Chen Ge, who had adjusted his state of mind, turned to look at Dr. Gao. He was surprised to find that Dr. Gao was looking at him.
The sharp gaze stared directly into Chen Ge's eyes as if it could directly pierce through his skin and see the thoughts in his head. This made him feel quite uncomfortable.
"Among psychiatrists, there is a saying that we should not think too deeply about anything that the patient says. We only need to believe in the scientific data, observe the clear pathological changes, and prescribe the correct medication for treatment," Dr. Gao said slowly. "This is not only a responsibility to the patient, but also to ourselves."
"That patient seems to really be able to see ghosts? Dr. Gao, do you really think there are ghosts in the world? " Chen Ge knew that Dr. Gao had discovered something. He was just casually saying that to change the subject, but to his surprise, when he asked whether there were ghosts in the world, there was another sharp pain coming from the depths of his brain! It seemed like someone had asked him this question before!
The sudden pain made Chen Ge cover his head. He fell to the ground and rolled around in pain.
Dr. Gao quickly grabbed Chen Ge's hand and said, "Breathe according to what I taught you!"
Three to four minutes later, Chen Ge finally calmed down. Dr. Gao put the bottle back into his pocket. He planned to feed Chen Ge another two pills.
"Did you recall some bad memory just now?"
"Yes." Chen Ge nodded. He would not purposely underestimate other people's intelligence, so he did not deny it directly. "I believe I have seen ghosts before, all kinds of ghosts."
"That's normal. You've given yourself the identity of a Haunted House boss, and your employees are all kinds of ghosts." Dr. Gao pointed at the garden fence. "The source of all these fantasies is the Haunted House at Xin Hai Theme Park. Subconsciously, you have placed yourself in the role of the female actor. The Haunted House is not doing well, and many of the employees have left, so you have imagined that there are real ghosts in the world. You have used different kinds of ghosts as actors to solve the problem of the lack of manpower. "
"That's impossible …"
"Why would the employees leave the Haunted House?"
"Because the number of visitors is too low, they cannot pay their salaries."
"If you use real ghosts as your employees, do you need to pay them the salary of a living person?"
"I don't think so."
"That is the source of your fantasy." Dr. Gao helped Chen Ge sit on the chair. "You have everything in your imagination, but nothing has changed in real life. You can only hide behind the window, peeping at the female actor, and she is still facing the risk of the Haunted House closing due to poor management."
Dr. Gao sighed. "Do you know what I am most worried about now?"
"What are you worried about?" Chen Ge did not quite understand.
"I am worried that in the near future, the Haunted House will really close down, and then you might not be able to see the female actor anymore."
Hearing Dr. Gao's words, Chen Ge's heart squeezed violently.
"This is reality, it will not change because of one's will. When the wind blows, the grass will fall to the side. You think you are the wind, but actually we are all grass." Dr. Gao's voice was calm but there was a trace of sadness. "I also do not want to shatter your beautiful fantasy, but I know if the Haunted House closes down, you might lose the last bit of hope, and that might cause your condition to suddenly worsen."
Chen Ge did not say anything. Dr. Gao understood Chen Ge's current conflicted emotions very well. "What you need to do now is not to immerse yourself in the fantasy that you have created but to bravely walk out and start a new life. Rather than waiting for the Haunted House to close down and your condition to worsen, you might as well cooperate with our treatment. It's better for you to cooperate with our treatment, recover as soon as possible, and leave this hospital to find her. "
Everything that Dr. Gao said made perfect sense, and he was considering the problem from Chen Ge's perspective. It seemed like everything he said was for Chen Ge's own good.
"Is my past really just a fantasy?" Whenever Chen Ge thought about the Haunted House closing down, a strange pain would rise in his heart. This pain was different from physical pain. It was indescribable, but it was heart-wrenching.
"Actually, you should have known this a long time ago. There are many images in your fantasy, and haven't you noticed that there are several psychiatrists and psychiatrists in your story? They have followed through your whole story and are at the turning point of your story. Do you think that is really a coincidence? "
"Isn't it?" There was confusion in Chen Ge's eyes. In his fragmented memory, there were indeed the existence of several psychiatrists and each of them appeared to have their own story, and they were all very important characters.
The person who killed him when he was young was a doctor in a white coat, the chairman of the association was Dr. Gao, the friend that his parents asked to take care of him was Doctor Chen, and there was also a … Doctor Fang?
His brain felt like it was being pricked by a needle. Chen Ge shivered uncontrollably but he forced himself to endure it.
"The turning point of those doctors' appearance was coincidentally when we were performing our intervention treatment on you. Your fantasy is actually an extension of reality, you will slowly realize that." Dr. Gao chatted with Chen Ge for a while longer. Then, it appeared like something had happened at the other sickrooms. After feeding Chen Ge two pills, he left in a hurry and left Chen Ge alone at the hospital garden.
"I really wish to go to that Haunted House." After swallowing the pills, Chen Ge's mind became sluggish, and the pain lessened. Time appeared to slow down, and drowsiness crept up on him. "Compared to the scary life in the story, this kind of life is indeed more comfortable."
As time moved on, the temperature outside slowly rose. The number of doctors and patients decreased, and there was no one around Chen Ge.
At that moment, a rustling sound came from the bushes. Chen Ge slowly turned his head toward that direction.
The flower was pushed aside, and a cat's head poked out from the bushes.
The cat was completely white, and its eyes were of different colors. When it saw Chen Ge, it immediately ran over and jumped onto Chen Ge's knees.
The leg that was covered in plaster was pressed down by the white cat. Chen Ge grimaced in pain. "What a big cat."
Perhaps due to the cat's unique breed, it was twice the size of a normal house cat, and it was very heavy.
More importantly, the cat had no self-awareness at all. It tried to climb onto Chen Ge's shoulders with familiarity.
Holding the white cat with both hands, Chen Ge placed it on the chair next to him. "Why is there a cat at the hospital? Is it a stray from outside? "
Chen Ge and the cat stared at each other. The cat's eyes were very intelligent, and they were filled with many different emotions.
"Does your owner not want you anymore?" Chen Ge asked the white cat. To his surprise, after he said that, confusion appeared in the cat's eyes.
"Really? It's fake? Am I seeing things? How come it feels like this cat is communicating with me through its eyes? "Chen Ge mumbled to himself, looking harmless.
The white cat tilted its head to study Chen Ge for a long time, and a trace of cunning flashed across its eyes. It suddenly jumped up and waved its paw to hit the back of Chen Ge's head. Then, as if afraid of Chen Ge's revenge, it scuttled away.
Sitting on the chair, Chen Ge was dumbfounded. He held the back of his head. "I'm only twenty-six years old, and I've been hit on the back of my head by a cat?"
The white cat hid in the bushes several meters away and looked at Chen Ge, and the confusion in its eyes deepened.
"If not for the plaster on my leg, you would be dead by now." Chen Ge's drowsiness from taking the medicine had disappeared, and he was very alert now. Looking at the white cat before him, there was a strange sense of familiarity, but it was just familiarity. There were no memory fragments related to cats in his mind. Be it in the story that he made up or in real life, this cat did not seem to exist.
In other words, the memory fragments in his mind were related to humans and not cats.
Hearing Chen Ge's threat, the white cat not only did not show fear, it ran back to him.
"You sure are brave." Chen Ge looked at the white cat's confused eyes, and he thought this was weird. The cat seemed to know him. "Are you the stray that I kept before the accident? Or did I often feed you when I was hospitalized? "
The white cat did not know how to speak. When it realized that Chen Ge really did not remember it, the light in its eyes dimmed. It bounced around Chen Ge, and it kept rubbing its head against Chen Ge's calf.
"Stop rubbing, you're so strong, don't break the plaster." Chen Ge placed the white cat on his knees. He looked at the white cat's multi-colored eyes, the sense of familiarity grew stronger, but he could not remember where.
Perhaps it noticed that something was wrong with Chen Ge, the white cat kept meowing. It even bit on the edge of Chen Ge's pants like it was trying to lead Chen Ge somewhere.
Leaning on the crutches, Chen Ge stood up and followed the white cat deeper into the garden. They crossed the whole hospital garden and came to the hospital fence.
On the other side of the road was the western park of Xin Hai Park. The white cat crawled out from the gap in the fence and then looked at Chen Ge.
"You want me to leave with you? You want me to leave this hospital? "
Chen Ge looked at the fence that was more than two meters tall and shook his head.
His body was currently very weak. One of his legs was still wrapped in plaster. It was difficult for him to even walk, so it was impossible for him to climb over the fence that was more than two meters tall.
Seeing Chen Ge was about to leave, the white cat crawled back in. It bit on his pants and refused to let go.
After about five minutes, the sound of footsteps came from afar. The white cat finally let go and crawled out from the fence to escape.
"Chen Ge? What are you doing here? "Dr. Gao stood behind Chen Ge.
"I want to take a closer look at the theme park. If I am lucky enough, perhaps I will be able to see her." There was a trace of anticipation in Chen Ge's eyes. His reason was reasonable, so Dr. Gao did not doubt it.
"We should go back now."
"Okay."
Chen Ge followed behind Dr. Gao. He took a few steps and then turned back to look at the fence. The cat was hiding in the bushes outside the fence. It poked out half of its head, and its multi-colored eyes kept staring at Chen Ge.
Returning to the sickroom, Chen Ge saw that Zuo Han was still lying on his side on the bed. In fact, his posture did not change at all.
"You didn't go for lunch?" Chen Ge felt like he was born to be a kind man. Even though he had lost part of his memory, he would still instinctively care for strangers.
"I am not hungry." Zuo Han sat up from the bed and opened the sickroom door a sliver. After making sure there was no one outside, he sighed in relief. "Where did the doctor take you this morning? Did he perform some kind of hypnosis on you? Or did he force you to take some kind of medicine? "
"We went to the garden to sit for a while. In the middle of it, Dr. Gao seemed to have something else to do, and he suddenly left." Chen Ge sat on his bed, and there was a smile on his lips. "By the way, something interesting happened to me today. There was a stray cat at the hospital, and it stuck to me like it was my pet."
"Stray cats are the most cautious. They would not purposely stick to a stranger. Perhaps that cat really is related to you." Zuo Han pulled open the zipper on the back of the pillow and took out a few pieces of paper. There seemed to be something written on the paper. "Sometimes, animals are more reliable than humans because they do not have complicated emotions. Most of the time, they act on instinct."
"But I do not have any memory of that cat at all. To be more accurate, the memory in my mind is all fragmented. Whenever I think about the past, my head hurts."
Chen Ge's words resonated with Zuo Han. He put down the pillow and silently walked to Chen Ge's side. "Your situation is similar to mine. Even though my memory is not missing, there is a logical error in my memory!"
"What does that mean?"
"It means that my memory has been tampered with! Damn it! I am very familiar with this feeling! I don't know why! " Zuo Han said hatefully, "There are some contradictory details in my memory. The person who tampered with my memory probably thought that this was the first time I had encountered something like this, so he was careless. He did not know that I would even doubt my own memory!"
"Brother, even though your symptoms are very similar to paranoia, I still think that you are very powerful." Chen Ge felt that there was something special about Zuo Han. Compared to Zuo Han, he was too ordinary.
"Don't say that. I have asked around. That kind of white medicine is not something that anyone can take. Occasionally, when a patient loses control, the doctor will feed them some powder, but what about you? Two pills at a time, three times a day? I suspect that this hospital wants to use medicine to kill you! "Zuo Han looked at Chen Ge with fear in his eyes.
"Probably not."
"Never mind, I'm just giving you a warning. Other than that, be careful not to talk too much during the day. The walls have ears." After saying that, Zuo Han leaned back on the bed. He still did not take off his shoes like he was ready to run away at any moment.
After lunch, Chen Ge received counseling from Doctor Gao in the afternoon. He continued to feed him the medicine, and his illness did not relapse.
The peaceful and beautiful day ended just like that, and the sky slowly darkened.
After taking the medicine, Chen Ge fell asleep early. At around midnight, he was woken up by Zuo Han.
"What's wrong?"
"Shh." Zuo Han pointed at the door to signal for Chen Ge to listen carefully.
Leaning against the door, Chen Ge perked up his ears to listen. He could hear a man's scream coming from the corridor. He appeared to be repeating the word — ghost.
"Zhang Jingjiu?"
"Do you know him?"
"I met him once during the day. He grabbed my hand and kept screaming ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost at me." Chen Ge told Zuo Han about what happened during the day.
"He is in great pain now. The hospital is obviously torturing him in some way." Zuo Han frowned. "The hospital would not torture him for no reason. It has to be because he has done something wrong."
Then Zuo Han turned to Chen Ge. "Is it because he leaked the secret to you? Is there really a ghost in this hospital? "
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