"I see …" Feng Bujue wasn't too surprised after hearing Doctor Yuan's answer. He just asked calmly, "Then, may I ask … Who is paying for my medical expenses?"
"Haha …" Doctor Yuan couldn't help but laugh when he heard this question. "Well … Don't worry. The government will take care of you for the rest of your life. Just treat it as an investment for research."
"Oh …" Feng Bujue muttered to himself before he continued, "If it's convenient, can you tell me if anyone came to visit me over the years? Needless to say, my parents, classmates, friends … "
"Number 3232." Doctor Yuan's expression instantly turned cold. He didn't wait for Brother Bujue to finish his sentence before he continued, "This isn't the first time I've told you this, but I don't mind telling you one more time. Your parents passed away in a car accident a few years ago. Even before they passed away, they never came to visit you. This is because both of them … were also victims of the assault you committed when you were ten years old. After that incident, your mother lost the sight in her right eye and hearing in her right ear forever. She also received a long period of counseling before she walked out of the trauma you caused. Of course, compared to the other victims, your parents are considered lucky … "
At this point, Doctor Yuan straightened his body and leaned against the back of the chair. He then placed both of his elbows on the armrest of the chair and interlaced his fingers in front of his chest. "Therefore, it is impossible for them to come to see you. As for 'friends' and 'classmates' … Heh …" He sneered. "3232, if you are a parent or a teacher, would you let your child have any interaction with a child who is less than ten years old and was locked up in a mental hospital for a serious violent crime?"
"I understand." Feng Bujue nodded and said, "So … Doctor, the person who has been in contact with me the most over the years should be you, right?"
"Humph … I don't have that kind of honor." Dr. Yuan immediately refuted Brother Jue's reasoning with a sarcastic tone and continued, "This mental hospital was set up by the government to accommodate incurable super lunatics like you. In order to prevent mentally unstable staff from being influenced by you 'patients' …" He raised his hands to make air quotes as he continued, "… all the posts here are rotated regularly. To put it simply … I only work here for two months every year. Out of your twelve regular checkups, I'm only in charge of two of them. However … I'm very familiar with your checkups over the past ten years … "He smiled." In fact, your checkups are very famous here. The doctors who have seen your checkups all said that if they could be adapted into a novel and published, it would definitely be a hit. "
"Is that so …" Feng Bujue also laughed. "Then why didn't anyone do that? Is it inconvenient to sign my name? Or are there any disputes regarding the copyright? "
"There's no such thing." Dr. Yuan said, "It's because we have a rule that we can't disclose information about patients or the internal affairs of the mental hospital …"
"I thought you were worried about the confidentiality agreement and basic professional ethics," Feng Bujue replied.
"Are you kidding me?" Dr. Yuan said with a fake smile. "You don't even have the most basic human nature and rationality, and you want to talk about professional ethics with me?"
"Judging from your tone, you're already being kind by not abusing a murderous demon like me who has lost his human rights, right?" Feng Bujue continued.
Dr. Yuan did not answer this question because their conversation was recorded. Although these recordings could not be leaked and could be played on a large scale, it was obviously inappropriate to answer such a question directly. For Dr. Yuan, this was also a matter that could be used against him.
"Alright, 3232, I've said enough." After waiting for a few seconds, Dr. Yuan chose to change the topic. "Now, it's my turn to ask a question, right?"
"Of course," Feng Bujue said. "I'm a man of my word. I will cooperate with you."
For the next twenty minutes, the two parties started a very formal, question-and-answer conversation.
The questions that Dr. Yuan asked were all formulaic, such as … "Have you noticed any changes to your body recently?", "Do you have any opinions about your current lifestyle?", "Do you have any requests for us to complete?", and so on.
Every patient that he was responsible for would be asked these questions.
Other than that, there were a few questions that were set up according to the specific situation of the patient, such as "Do you still think 'Thriller Paradise' is real?", "Can you tell the difference between the virtual world and the real world?", and "Do you still remember the violent actions that you have committed in 'real life' over the years?"
And Feng Bujue … based on his own memory, one by one, he gave short and clear answers to these questions.
Twenty minutes later, Dr. Yuan finished asking all the questions that he had prepared. He did not even need to say anything. Feng Bujue could already read the lines from the expression on his face. "It's time to end this boring examination."
"Alright …" As expected, the next second, Dr. Yuan opened his mouth. "I think … that's all for today."
"Knowledge." Suddenly, Feng Bujue said the two words loudly, causing the other party to choke on the last word of the sentence.
"What?" Dr. Yuan was startled by what he said, and he asked instinctively, "What knowledge?"
"I have a question about my knowledge reserve." Before the other party could stop him, Feng Bujue asked quickly, "After I was locked up in this mental hospital, did I continue to receive education? Or … did I obtain information about the outside world through any channels? "
"About that …" Dr. Yuan thought about it and said, "In any case, according to the information … no."
"In other words, my knowledge reserve should still be at the level before I was locked up, which is … the level of a fourth-grade primary school student," Feng Bujue said.
"Erm …" When Dr. Yuan heard this, his expression shifted slightly. He seemed to have realized something. "That's right, that should be the case."
"Dr. Yuan, if you are a person who has been isolated from the world since the age of ten, who has not received any information from the outside world for fourteen years, and who only has the education of a fourth-grade primary school student, do you think it is possible for you to make up the 'stories' that I mentioned?" Feng Bujue used the same tone that the other party had used earlier to counter with a question.
Dr. Yuan appeared to be angered because this question left him speechless.
He did not answer but pressed the button on the phone on the table. He leaned over to the speaker and said, "The examination is over. Take the patient away."
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