When the door was closed, Feng Bujue was the only one left in the small ward.
He sat down and started to think.
"Even though I've said what I wanted to say, I can't expect too much from this doctor …" Feng Bujue said, "From his attitude, it's not hard to tell that he doesn't intend to 'cure' me … He just wants to complete the basic job requirements and finish his two-month shift. Then, he won't have to stay in this godforsaken place for the next ten months."
As Brother Jue thought about that, he moved to the side of the wall and slowly lay down.
"It's not just him. I'm afraid the other doctors have the same mentality …
"First of all, this mental hospital is a state institution. Their salary for working here is definitely fixed. In other words … there's no extra profit to be made. Therefore, the motive of profit … can be ruled out.
"Secondly, the 'patients' who are locked up here are basically a bunch of people who won't be misjudged even if they get shot twice. According to normal people's logic, being locked up here for the rest of our lives is already a blessing … Under such circumstances, if someone really 'recovers' and gets discharged from here and re-enters society, it will definitely cause a lot of pressure from the public.
"In short … from the doctors' point of view, even if they treat every patient seriously, there won't be any benefits. On the contrary, if they 'cure' the patients, the troubles and responsibilities that they will have to face … are unimaginable.
"Hmm … If that's the case, putting the hope of leaving this place on the doctors is most likely a waste of time.
"The report was written for fourteen years. If there was a doctor who seriously studied it … it's impossible that they didn't find any suspicious points in the 'knowledge reserve'.
"There are only two reasons why no one has mentioned it. First, no one seriously looked at it. They just read it casually as a story or skimmed through it for work. Second, there are indeed some people who found some suspicious points in it, but … they didn't say anything because they didn't want to waste their time and effort for a 'hopeless super lunatic' like me. They also didn't want to take unnecessary risks for me."
Thinking of this, Feng Bujue stretched and muttered, "Phew … It seems that I can only rely on myself if I want to leave this place …"
…
More than an hour later, it was lunchtime.
The person who came to deliver the food didn't even say a word. He just knocked on the door twice with some kind of hard object (the nurse was equipped with a stun baton). Then, he directly stuffed the tray through the lower section of the door.
"Ah … It's time to eat again …" Feng Bujue mumbled as he crawled to the door. "To be fair, the food here is not bad …"
He brought the tray in front of him, and after looking through it, he began to formulate a eating strategy.
To explain, the so-called "eating strategy" was actually — what to eat first, what to eat next, how to eat it, how to eat it, and how long it would take to finish eating.
Generally speaking, children from poor families, as long as they weren't too stupid … would easily develop such a habit.
This was because children from poor families didn't have the ability to "eat whatever they wanted", and they also didn't have the capital to "be picky" or "eat leftovers".
The moment they sat down at the dining table, the question they were usually thinking about was, "How can I use this piece of fat meat and two mouthfuls of pickled vegetables to finish this bowl of leftover rice? At the same time, it can also give my mouth and stomach the illusion that I'm full."
And this … was no doubt a kind of knowledge. It was a skill to "improve the quality of life through methods and methods".
As the saying goes, the environment creates the person, and this was the case …
A person who worked hard every month to earn a salary of more than 2,000 yuan was living his life. A person who never worked, but his family could easily take out more than 20 million yuan was also living his life. These two types of people naturally had very different thoughts, habits, perspectives, and so on.
Here, let's not talk about nobility, good and evil, right and wrong, cause and effect … Let's talk about the knowledge of "saving costs and improving the quality of life under limited conditions". Of course, the former had more knowledge.
For example, things like renting a suit for an interview, choosing to buy a plane ticket in the morning, reusing old daily necessities, going to the supermarket to buy discounted vegetables at night, and so on … For the former, it was common knowledge or common, but for the latter, it was something that they didn't know or didn't need to know.
Feng Bujue was obviously a "poor person". Of course, he wasn't poor to the point where he had to learn the life skills of a homeless person (there were many ways to pick up scraps and beg for food, but I won't write about them here), but the habit of "eating strategies" … was something that he had developed since he was young.
"Such a combination …" Feng Bujue looked at the plate of food and thought to himself, "Half of the fried pork chop can be eaten first, and the other half can be placed on top of the rice to maintain the heat and let the rice get some oil. Then there's the baked bran … It doesn't look like the usual sweet method, but it's salty. I have to say, it's a mistake because the salty taste conflicts with the taste of the salted fish, so it needs to be combined with the seaweed and egg soup …"
Just as Brother Jue was thinking about these trivial things that even I thought were just words … Suddenly!
"Huh?" He discovered something … something that he couldn't help but ask in confusion, "What … is this?"
While talking to himself, Feng Bujue opened his mouth and moved his tongue a few times. Then … he put his hand in his mouth.
A few seconds later, he used his right index and middle finger to take out something from between his teeth …
"This is …" After staring at the food residue for a few seconds, Feng Bujue quickly came to a conclusion, "Orange?"
Indeed, at this time, he was holding a small handful of orange tendons in his hand.
"Could it be …" He didn't know what to think, but the next second, he wiped the saliva on his hand on his clothes. Then, he put both of his fingers in front of his nose and carefully sniffed a few times.
"Hmm … there really is." After Feng Bujue said this sentence, he looked sideways and thought, "But … how come I don't remember eating it …"
Other than the plate of food in front of him, Brother Jue had a total of only one meal since he came here, and he clearly remembered that … there were no oranges for dinner last night.
"The smell of oranges remains on my fingers, which means that not only did I eat oranges, but I also peeled them and ate them myself. Someone didn't put them in my mouth when I was unconscious …" Feng Bujue then said, "But I don't have any memory of eating oranges, it's like …"
At this moment, a thought flashed in his mind, "It's like … a part of my memory has been erased."
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