"What I want you to do is very simple. If a doctor or nurse comes to round the room after I leave, you just need to pretend to be sleeping." Zuo Han had no hope for Chen Ge: "Don't talk too much. Any word, no matter what he asks you, just say you don't know."
"It's that simple?"
"Well, when I come back, remember to open the door for me." Zuo Han lay on the hospital bed and ignored Chen Ge.
Ten minutes later, Zuo Han glanced at Chen Ge, then got up and walked to the door of the ward.
He quietly opened the door a crack, and after seeing no one in the corridor, he slipped out.
"This person is suspicious, and his symptoms are indeed similar to those of persecutory paranoia." Chen Ge sat up from the bed: "Should I help him?"
No need to think hard, Chen Ge has already sensed that Zuo Han's departure tonight is not as simple as going to the hospital, it is also a test for him.
He didn't trust Zuo Han, and Zuo Han didn't completely trust him. In the eyes of the victimized paranoia, the whole world was dangerous and a potential enemy.
Maintaining his original posture, Chen Ge sat beside the bed for ten minutes, but Zuo Han still did not come back.
He looked at the door that was staggered by a gap, dragged the plastered leg, and slowly walked to the door of the ward.
Opening the door, Chen Ge looked outside. The corridor of the hospital was not completely dark. The lights were on at the corner of the corridor and at the nurse's station.
"It's completely different from what I remember about the hospital. Could it be that the gloomy midnight hospital is really what I imagined?"
Chen Ge can now master a degree, he will not think deeply about any problems, as long as the memory of the past is not stimulated, the brain will not have that kind of pain that seems to be torn apart.
"I don't have a headache when I think about what happened during the day, but when I try to think about what happened before I was in a coma, that kind of pain comes on suddenly, which is strange in itself."
"What does the memory of the past mean to me? Why does it hurt just to think about it?"
After taking a large dose of drugs, his body was extremely weak, and he was suffering from pain, but even in such a situation, Chen Ge still maintained the ability to think independently.
"To a certain extent, Zuo Han and I are also quite similar. He thinks that everyone in the world is hurting him. I think everyone in the world is lying to me. Are we really sick?"
Being so similar to the symptoms of a mental patient is an indirect indication that he may also be a mental patient.
"Being able to realize that I may be sick shows that I still have a sense of disease, and my insight has not weakened... Insight?" The three words that popped out inexplicably in his mind made Chen Ge stunned for a moment: "Self-knowledge. Why am I so familiar with the three words "power"? This thing seems to be extremely important to me, I need insight, and I need something with insight!"
The pain came like a tide, and Chen Ge seemed to have touched his previous memory again. The countless fragments of memory in his mind collided together, and he almost fainted from the pain.
Chen Ge grabbed the bed rail with both hands and gritted his teeth.
Blood was oozing from his jaw, but he still didn't make a sound.
"Why am I so impressed with the word insight?!"
Consciousness began to blur, and if Chen Ge continued to think, it would not only be a headache, he might faint directly.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Ge tried his best to calm himself down. He followed the breathing method taught by Dr. Gao and tried several times, and the pain in his brain finally eased.
In just a few minutes, Chen Ge's back was wet with cold sweat, and his body became even weaker.
"If I faint, will another me show up? Can I talk to him?"
When Chen Ge was about to go back to his hospital bed, footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor.
"Zuo Han didn't make a sound while walking. It should be a nurse who came here."
Chen Ge still remembered Zuo Han's words. He lay on the hospital bed and began to pretend to be asleep. After about ten seconds, the footsteps stopped at the door of the ward.
Squinting his eyes, Chen Ge stared at the door. He was not nervous, nor did he feel any unease. Only then did he realize that his psychological quality was outrageously good.
"Boom."
Someone knocked on the door lightly, followed by footsteps, and the person outside the door left.
"What do you mean? Come over at three or four in the morning, knock on the door, and leave? Is this a nurse's prank?"
The people outside the door did not come in, and this became the most confusing point for Chen Ge: "Who is the person knocking on the door? The nurse? Zuo Han? The doctor? Or other patients in the hospital?"
After a while, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Zuo walked in with a cold face.
"went well?"
"This hospital is very big, it's a general hospital, and the third ward we are in is only a small part of it." Zuo Han walked to Chen Ge's bed, stretched out his hand and gestured: "If we compare the hospital to a pillow, we would probably Right in this corner."
"Are you confident to escape?" Chen Ge is more concerned about this. The inexplicable knock on the door just now made him feel a sense of urgency. It seems that after staying here for a long time, even worse things will happen. .
"No." Zuo Han's answer was very succinct: "There are surveillance cameras installed at the entrance of the corridor. There are three nurses and two nurses in our building to take care of them 24 hours a day. The door to the hospital is also locked, and I don't know who the key is. on the body."
"The key?" When it came to the key, Chen Ge seemed to have a flash of lightning in his mind. He was like a drowning man who suddenly grabbed a straw: "I need a key!"
"Yes, without the key, we can't get out at all." Zuo Han felt that Chen Ge's tone was strange, he did not continue to communicate with Chen Ge, and returned to his hospital bed.
"Aren't you going to sleep?" Chen Ge found that Zuo Han was still wearing clothes and shoes, lying on his side on the bed, without any intention of sleeping.
"I don't want to die in my sleep." Zuo Han closed his eyes, he hid one hand in his arms, and there seemed to be something hidden in the palm.
Knife? Not quite, it must be something sharp, he got it from outside
According to the doctor, Zuo Han is a patient with severe persecution paranoia. Such a dangerous guy, holding an unknown object in the same ward with himself, is scary to think about.
Reason told Chen Ge that he should be afraid, but to be honest, he didn't have any waves in his heart.
After changing into a comfortable position, Chen Ge closed his eyes and fell asleep.
…
The door rang, Chen Ge slowly opened his eyes, the morning light outside the window shone on him, and he stretched comfortably.
"It's a good life, as long as I don't recall those bad memories, I don't look any different from a normal person."
Chen Ge turned his head, Zuo Han was still lying on the bed, and he didn't seem to fall asleep until dawn.
"It seems that you had a good rest last night." Dr. Gao stood at the door. He didn't go to see Zuo Han, but walked directly to Chen Ge's bedside: "Did you have nightmares last night?"
"No." Chen Ge shook his head. The face of Dr. Gao in his mind overlapped with the face of Dr. Gao in reality. Perhaps because he had seen too much, the two conflicting memories had a tendency to begin to merge.
There seems to be a force in his mind that is slowly changing his understanding, allowing him to see reality clearly and helping him strip away those pains.
"This shows that my treatment is still effective." Dr. Gao was very pleased: "I won't let Xu Wan continue to deliver meals to you today, you have been in the ward for a long time, it is time to go out and walk around, this pair Rehabilitation helps a lot."
"Go out for a walk? Can I go to that paradise to see it?" Chen Ge immediately came to his senses.
Dr. Gao laughed dumbly: "Do you want to see the female boss of the haunted house? I'm afraid that won't work. You can only work in the hospital for the time being."
"All right."
"I'll go get you axillary crutches, wait a moment."
After Dr. Gao went out, Zuo Han, who was in a coma, suddenly woke up. He made a gesture to Chen Ge and whispered, "Don't believe his nonsense."
"Why haven't you slept yet?"
Zuo Han didn't speak any more, he didn't move, as if he was still asleep.
A few minutes later, Dr. Gao returned to the ward with axillary crutches. He helped Chen Ge up, and the two walked out together. During the whole process, Dr. Gao didn't say a word to Zuo Han.
I don't know if Dr. Gao is worried about disturbing Zuo Han's sleep, or there are other reasons.
After breakfast, Chen Ge and Dr. Gao came to the garden outside the ward.
There aren't many flowers in the garden due to the missed blooming season, but it's still nice to be here.
The wind blows on the face through the treetops, like a pair of gentle hands.
The sunlight fell on the ground through the gaps in the leaves, like swimming goldfish, and the grass and trees on both sides of the road were neatly trimmed, like a calm and beautiful green lake.
"Have I not left the ward for a long time?" Chen Ge moved his body a little bit with his armpit crutches.
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't seem to have experienced this kind of relaxation for a long time." Chen Ge touched the tree beside him and found a quiet place with few people to sit down.
"It's not like you haven't experienced it. You're just trapped in a light-tight room and have forgotten that feeling." Dr. Gao sat next to Chen Ge, and he seemed to like chatting with Chen Ge.
"An opaque room?"
"This light-tight room is your heart. You locked yourself in the bottom of your heart with the key. All I can do is to find a way to get you out of that room." Dr. Gao looked at the sky, wondering what he was thinking. something.
"As long as I can get out of this room, my illness will be better?" Chen Ge asked seriously.
Dr. Gao shook his head: "Mental illness and psychological problems are not the same. Mental illness cannot be corrected by itself. It requires medication to get you out of the house in your heart. This is just the first step."
"Then how can my illness be completely cured? In fact, I now feel that I am no different from a normal person." Chen Ge leaned back against a tree, his eyes a little blank.
"You don't realize that you are sick, which means that you are still a long way from recovery. The sense of illness and insight are also the basis for us to judge the severity of a patient's condition." Dr. Gao and Chen Ge chatted.
"Insight? What is that?" Chen Ge's hand grabbed the edge of the wooden chair, and he lowered his head, as if to prevent others from seeing his expression at this time.
"Insight is the patient's ability to recognize his own mental state. See if he can judge whether his mental state is normal or not. You obviously don't have any self-awareness in this situation."
"But I still feel like I'm no different from a normal person, except for occasional headaches." Chen Ge raised his head again, he covered his head, and it seemed that he had another headache just now.
Dr. Gao did not refute Chen Ge, he pointed to a man talking to himself beside the gazebo in the distance.
The man was in his early thirties, wearing a hospital gown, he stood under the sun himself, talking to himself in the gazebo where the sun could not find.
This person Chen Ge also felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember the other person's name for a while.
"His name is Zhang Jingjiu. He used to live in the same ward with you, but later we found out that after he lived with you, his condition continued to worsen, so he was moved to another ward."
"Zhang Jingjiu?"
"Well, he is the son of the owner of a winery in Xinhai. He is young and has a bright future, but unfortunately he has a mental problem."
"What's wrong with him?" After Chen Ge heard the name Zhang Jingjiu, his expression changed.
"Undifferentiated schizophrenia." Dr. Gao stared at Zhang Jingjiu and watched his every move: "This patient always thinks he can see ghosts."
"ghost?"
"How can there be ghosts in the world? In fact, we tested his senses and found that his five senses are completely different from ordinary people." Dr. Gao said casually: "He can't concentrate, and always feels that someone is talking around him, even if It's the same in a room where he is alone. And his brain has problems processing sound. Let me give you a simple example. After a normal person hears a sentence, his brain will think about the expression of the sentence. The meaning of the words, and he heard each word, all the sentences were fragmented in his mind."
When Dr. Gao was talking to Chen Ge, the patient named Zhang Jingjiu turned his head and saw this place, his eyes widened suddenly, and he rushed over quickly.
When neither Dr. Gao nor Chen Ge could react, Zhang Jingjiu grabbed Chen Ge's hand and wanted to pull him up from the seat, but he ignored Chen Ge's injured leg. He was dragged to the ground.
There was no sign, and Chen Ge didn't react.
"Nurse! Come on!"
Dr. Gao and a patrolling nurse dragged Zhang Jingjiu aside. When he was dragged away, he kept shouting at Chen Ge—ghost, ghost, ghost!
"Are you all right?" Doctor Gao helped Chen Ge up.
"It's okay, it's okay." Chen Ge sat on the bench again. He felt a little strange. From Zhang Jingjiu's last tone, he could tell that he was very afraid of ghosts. Since he was very afraid of ghosts, why did he take the initiative to come up and drag himself?
After dragging himself, he yelled at himself ghost, ghost, ghost...
Chen Ge lowered his head and slapped the dust on his clothes, and looked away from Doctor Gao.
"He should be reminding me that there are ghosts around me, and he thinks Dr. Gao is a ghost."