On the thirty-second day, Feng Bujue received his second "periodic checkup."
Just like the previous checkup a month ago, he was brought to Doctor Yuan's office by the nurses and placed on a chair.
"Hello, 3232. Long time no see," Doctor Yuan greeted Brother Jue with a lukewarm attitude after the two nurses left.
From what Feng Bujue could tell, Doctor Yuan's "long time no see" sounded like he was trying to cover something up. He did not want his patients to know that there were sleeping pills in their dinner and that the doctor would check on them every night, so he instinctively used such words.
"Yeah, it's been a month." Feng Bujue did not reveal the truth, but he answered without batting an eyelid. "At least in my memory, it has been a month …"
"What's wrong? Have you been keeping track of the date recently? "Doctor Yuan asked, following the topic.
"Yeah, I'm keeping track," Feng Bujue nodded and replied.
"Why … Why do you suddenly care about this?" Doctor Yuan asked again.
"Because …" At this moment, Feng Bujue turned on his Best Actor mode and put on a rather complicated expression. "I always feel that … My memory has been getting worse and worse recently, so I want to remember something."
"Oh …" Doctor Yuan responded, but did not continue the topic.
Feng Bujue knew that Doctor Yuan did not care about the patient's condition. The periodic checkup was just a routine.
However, relatively speaking, the doctor's attention was definitely more focused at the beginning of the conversation. If Doctor Yuan wanted to convey any information, it was best to do it now.
"Also …" Brother Jue only waited for two seconds before he immediately continued the conversation. "I've been feeling thirsty recently … My whole body is weak, and my mind is a little absent-minded … Oh, the most annoying thing is constipation …"
When he accurately described these iconic "symptoms," he deliberately used an unhurried manner to create the illusion that he was "thinking and talking at the same time."
This way, what he said would sound more natural and not like he had made it up in advance.
"Hmm …" Doctor Yuan was a professional after all. He had been in this line of work for a long time, so when he heard a series of "symptoms", he would almost instinctively make the relevant judgment. He was no exception. "… I understand."
After he said these four words, his gaze slightly shifted to the side. A few seconds later, Doctor Yuan raised his hand and wrote a few words on a piece of paper beside him.
At this moment, Feng Bujue knew that his plan had succeeded.
After that, the conversation returned to the "normal" pace and ended with a bunch of routine questions and meaningless questions.
Basically, Feng Bujue did not need to lie, and he could answer the questions smoothly. After all … he would not reveal anything that was related to the prison break plan.
…
Day 33, lunchtime.
"It's been shortened …" Feng Bujue ate the lunch that was laced with marijuana happily and mumbled, "Very good, everything is progressing smoothly …"
The 'shortened' thing he was talking about was none other than the 'memory lapse' time.
This meant that his "performance" during the examination was effective. After hearing the series of typical symptoms, Doctor Yuan logically came to the conclusion that "the dosage of medicine was too high and the side effects were too severe." Coupled with Brother Jue's "very cooperative" performance during the question and answer session, the doctor decided to reduce the dosage of medicine for Brother Jue.
Therefore, after breakfast on the thirty-third day, although Brother Jue still showed signs of "memory loss," the period of his memory loss was shortened by a lot.
Feng Bujue used the time for lunch as a reference and based on his precise sense of time (he had been trained to do so), he soon came to the conclusion that … the duration of today's episode had been shortened by half. From three hours and forty minutes, it had been shortened to less than two hours.
"Then … as long as I pretend to sleep for a few more days and make sure that they do the same examination every night … everything that happened when I was in a state of" unconsciousness "would be basically figured out." Brother Jue thought as he ate. "In order to minimize the possibility of unexpected situations during the implementation of the plan, these trivial matters can't be ignored …"
…
Day 35, two hours after dinner.
Feng Bujue's caution paid off.
That night, Doctor Yuan and the caregiver came to Brother Jue's room on time. But today, Doctor Yuan did not just measure his blood pressure, heartbeat, and respiration.
He also drew Brother Jue's blood.
He used a syringe to draw blood, so he did not draw a lot of blood.
Doctor Yuan's technique was very skillful. Even though Feng Bujue was actually awake, he did not feel much during the process of being pricked by the needle.
In less than ten seconds, he was done.
After that, the caregiver who was assisting the doctor also skillfully dealt with Brother Jue's bleeding point.
After the two of them left the ward, Feng Bujue opened his eyes and saw the tourniquet and disinfectant cotton pad on the inside of his left elbow.
Later that night, Brother Jue was "really asleep" when he was awakened by a sound.
He knew that it was the caregiver who came to get the tourniquet, so he just pretended that he did not know … and continued to sleep.
On the morning of the thirty-sixth day, when Feng Bujue woke up for his "morning exercise", he lowered his head and looked at the needle hole on the inside of his elbow that had almost disappeared. He muttered to himself, "I was careless after all …"
By now, Brother Jue had already deduced a lot of information related to what happened last night. "Yesterday was the thirty-fifth day. Assuming that they tested the patient's blood on a monthly basis, then … the last time they drew blood was exactly one or two days before I started to pretend to be asleep (starting from the seventh day). At that time, I was still struggling with the first wave of" hangover ". Since I was in pain all over and the needle hole was very small and well treated, I ignored it."
With that in mind, Feng Bujue had already done more than ten sit-ups, and his breathing had become more urgent. "Phew … Thankfully, I've been observing the situation on a 'monthly' basis, or else I wouldn't have known about this' opportunity 'before I executed my escape plan."
…
The sixty-sixth day, late at night.
Doctor Zhang and the caregiver Brother Jue met when he first arrived at the hospital walked into his ward together.
Doctor Zhang was transferred here five days ago. Feng Bujue's "periodic checkup" four days ago was also taken over by Doctor Zhang. That was why Feng Bujue knew his surname.
If Doctor Yuan used to work with the mentality of "not wanting to be meritorious, but not making any mistakes", then Doctor Zhang, who was older than Doctor Zhang, was working with the mentality of "holding a position without doing any work".
Through the conversation with Doctor Zhang a few days ago, Feng Bujue had obtained a lot of information from him.
Anyone could tell that this man was very reluctant to work in White Sand Mental Hospital. From Doctor Zhang's words, he felt that a "talent" like him being put in a mental hospital for two months was no different from being exiled to the army.
Doctor Zhang's principle of doing things was basically, "As long as it's not something that must be done, it must not be done."
Faced with such an unfamiliar face, Feng Bujue had to test and observe him. Therefore, starting from four days ago, Brother Jue once again stopped taking his sleeping pills. From the thirty-seventh day onwards, Brother Jue started to eat his dinner normally and stopped pretending to be asleep. This way, he could get more information on Doctor Zhang during the physical examination.
However, for the past few days, Brother Jue didn't hear a single useful word from Doctor Zhang.
In the past, Doctor Yuan would occasionally ask the caregiver about the patient's condition during the checkup. But now, Doctor Zhang didn't care about that at all. For the past four days, Brother Jue heard complaints like "Can't you just find a nurse to do this kind of thing?". Judging from the caregiver's words, Doctor Zhang seemed to have the intention of letting Doctor Zhang do this kind of thing.
However, tonight, Doctor Zhang noticed something by accident.
"Eh? I say … 3232 … Did he … Did he become stronger? "
As soon as he said that, Feng Bujue's heartbeat and breathing instantly increased. Fortunately, the caregiver wasn't using a hearing aid to listen to his chest. Instead, he was measuring his blood pressure. Otherwise, Brother Jue's act of pretending to sleep would be exposed.
"Oh! That's right. " The caregiver immediately replied, "I also feel that he's a little different these past few days. Now that you mention it, it's true."
It was also mentioned in the previous document that the staff of this mental hospital were rotated in a fixed cycle.
For the past two months, the doctors and caregivers who were in charge of Brother Jue had been in contact with him every day. It was inevitable that they would overlook the changes in his body. However, the last time Doctor Zhang saw 3232 was about ten months ago. The last time the caregiver saw his Brother Jue was also two months ago. In their memories, 3232 was a very frail person. Unlike now, they could feel the muscles on his arms through his clothes.
"Hmm … That's strange." Doctor Zhang said, "The previous doctors' reports didn't say that 3232 was exercising …"
At that moment, Brother Jue, who was lying on the ground, was grumbling internally, "So, you did read the report …"
"Huh?" The caregiver was also confused. "I thought you didn't read the patient's reports?"
"Hey hey … Is it really okay for you to say that in front of him … He's a doctor after all, and his position is higher than yours …" Brother Jue heard that and was worried for the caregiver.
Unexpectedly, Doctor Zhang didn't seem to care. "Ah … I don't read them."
Just from this half of the sentence, it could be seen that … Doctor Zhang's "slacking" work style had long been known to everyone, and he himself had no intention of hiding it.
"But …" Half a second later, the second half of Doctor Zhang's sentence was even more shocking. "Only 3232's report … I'll still read it because his fantasies are quite interesting, and I can use it as a novel to pass the time."
"Motherf * cker …" Before the caregiver could finish, Brother Jue cursed in his heart.
"Hmm … I didn't hear from Old Chen, who changed shifts with me, that 3232 was exercising," the caregiver said thoughtfully.
While they were talking, Doctor Zhang had finished measuring Brother Jue's blood pressure and was about to use the hearing aid to listen to his chest cavity.
"This is bad …" Feng Bujue said, "My heart is beating a little too fast, and I need at least a minute to adjust to a state close to sleep. If he listens to it now …"
Perhaps it was luck or misfortune … At that moment, Doctor Zhang, who was about to place the hearing aid on Brother Jue, suddenly did something that Brother Jue did not expect.
"Hey, why don't we take off his clothes and take a look?" Doctor Zhang said to the caregiver.
"Huh?" When the caregiver heard the suggestion, he was stunned for two seconds, but he quickly understood what the doctor meant. "Oh, okay, I also want to see … whether he is exercising or not."
"What the f * ck?" Feng Bujue, who was lying there, was shocked. He roared in his heart, "What are you two doing? This light (moon) sky (dark) changes (wind) sun (high), bright (plundering) heaven (plundering) earth (place), is there still any law and order? "
Unfortunately, Feng Bujue's inner screams couldn't change anything.
Doctor Zhang and the worker very deftly undid the buttons on Brother Jue's patient's garb one by one, and they pulled it open.
"Whoa, what's going on?" After taking a look, the caregiver exclaimed, "He has abs?"
Doctor Zhang didn't just take a look, he also pinched Brother Jue's arm. "His chest and biceps are beyond the average person's level. He is obviously exercising … and it's a high-intensity exercise."
Just like that, the thing that Feng Bujue had worked so hard to cover up for two months was exposed so easily.
Now, Brother Jue could only pray that the two wouldn't connect this to his plan to "escape from prison" …
But … he never thought …
"Speaking of which … he's a psycho, why would he suddenly exercise?" The caregiver's next sentence was, "Could it be that he wants to get stronger so he can escape?"
"You're a god!" Feng Bujue roared in his heart again. "You must be the legendary detective Maori Kogoro!"
"Ah … maybe he used some method to cover up the fact that he is exercising so that we would lower our guard." Doctor Zhang then said in a very calm tone.
"Good, good, good … You've got guts …" Feng Bujue was speechless.
Just as he was considering whether or not he should immediately explode and carry out his escape plan in advance …
"Pfft … Hahahahaha …" Suddenly, Doctor Zhang and the caregiver both burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha … Doctor, you really know how to joke."
"Haha … You too …"
"If this is true, then we're not locking up a psycho here, we're locking up 007 …"
"He's not a psycho to begin with. I wanted to correct you just now, he's a psycho … The two are different."
So, the two of them changed the topic in this happy atmosphere.
Obviously … they didn't take Brother Jue's exercise seriously at all.
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