After dinner, Chen Ge was lying on the bed, his face was dull, and he silently stared at the paradise outside the window.
Compared with waking up from a coma for the first time, Chen Ge has become more silent. Perhaps in the eyes of the doctor, now he is more in line with the hospital's requirements.
"Bang!"
The door of the ward was pushed open, and two nurses and Xu Wan walked in: "Chen Ge, it's time to take the medicine."
"Where's Dr. Gao? Isn't Dr. Gao usually here to dispense medicine?"
"He's busy with other things at night, so I'll replace him for the time being." Xu Wan's voice was very gentle, and she couldn't hear anything unusual. After seeing Chen Ge swallowing three white pills, she said again, "The hospital ward. Serious shortage, this is your new roommate, you can't scare people away again!"
The two nurses dragged a pale middle-aged man into the ward and placed him on Zuo Han's bed.
"Let's get to know each other, have a good rest, and be careful not to run around at night." After Xu Wan finished speaking, she left with two nurses, leaving only two patients in the ward.
Chen Ge looked at each other curiously. His new roommate looked to be in his forties, with few wrinkles on his face, but his hair was completely white.
He seems to have been subjected to various inhuman tortures, his mental state is extremely poor, and his body has been trembling slightly.
"Brother, what should I call you?" Chen Ge took the initiative to greet the other party. He suspected that this middle-aged man in his forties with all white hair was also a "medicine" prepared for him by the hospital.
Since it is medicine, it must have appeared in Chen Ge's memory, and it may help Chen Ge remember something.
"Can you hear me?"
After shouting several times, the middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at Chen Ge. There was a deep fear in his eyes, and he quickly lowered his head when he saw Chen Ge.
"Do you know something?" This man's personality was completely different from Zuo Han's. He didn't say a word and couldn't communicate at all.
Chen Ge didn't know the other party's name or what kind of disease the other party was suffering from. He only knew that the man seemed to be afraid of him.
It was already dark, but the sound of footsteps and the sound of a cart being pushed through the hospital corridor continued.
About one o'clock in the morning, there was a knock on the door of Chen Ge's ward, and the middle-aged man who was sleeping on the bed near the door immediately sat up.
The door was knocked five times in a row, with a very short interval.
"A little more than last night? Does this knock on the door represent the number of days I've been in the hospital?"
The corridor outside the door quickly returned to calm. The middle-aged man gathered his courage and walked to the door. He opened the door a crack and looked outside.
"Hey! Is there anyone outside?" Chen Ge said suddenly, startling the man.
He gently closed the door of the ward, and then shook his head at Chen Ge: "There is no one outside the door."
The middle-aged man's throat seemed to have been injured, and his voice sounded very awkward. When he spoke, his expression was also very painful.
"Brother, it's fate that we can live together, what should I call you?" Chen Ge didn't expect the middle-aged to talk to him, he thought it was a good opportunity to bring the two closer together.
"My surname is Fang."
"Brother Fang, why were you sent in because of a disease?" Chen Ge was a little curious.
"Delusional disorder, I used to be an ENT doctor. After I got sick, I always felt that there was a foreign body in my body, just like now." The middle-aged man pointed to his ears and mouth: "I feel that there are snails crawling in my ears, I also felt like I had a syringe full of medicine in my throat, and I knew it was just a hallucination, but it felt so real."
Combining the various behaviors of the hospital before, Chen Ge's gaze towards Dr. Fang changed. He felt that there might be those things in Dr. Fang's body, which might not be an illusion.
Doctor Fang talked more at night. I don't know if it was because he was eager to communicate with people, or because Chen Ge made him let go of his vigilance.
"Brother Fang, can I see your throat? You feel like there is a syringe in your throat, what if there is one?" Chen Ge sat up from the bed.
Doctor Fang looked at Chen Ge, his expression was a bit complicated now.
Chen Ge's ability to say such a thing shows that Chen Ge is obviously mentally ill, but Doctor Fang finds it strange that he could hear a trace of concern from Chen Ge's words.
"This is considered care between patients?" Dr. Fang marked Chen Ge with a label in his heart - a kind-hearted lunatic.
"Open your mouth." Chen Ge moved to Dr. Fang's bedside. He looked at Dr. Fang's throat, and his pupils began to shrink involuntarily.
The deep esophagus seemed to be an endless black hole, Chen Ge's eyes were drawn, and the whole person seemed to be slowly attracted to Doctor Fang's mouth.
His consciousness continued to sink, and when his pupils narrowed to the limit, he saw a human face deep in Doctor Fang's throat!
Flesh and blood wrapped the skin of the face, and that face closed its eyes, hidden in the deepest part of the esophagus.
There is a person in Doctor Fang's throat!
The body was pushed away, Chen Ge's pupils returned to normal, and he looked at Doctor Fang in surprise.
"Why are you looking at me like this? Could it be that I really have a syringe in my throat?" Dr. Fang sat on the edge of the hospital bed, and Chen Ge looked at him with trepidation.
"There is no syringe, but I saw a human face in your throat. He looks very similar to you, with his eyes closed and his face pale." Chen Ge gestured with both hands.
"Is there a human face in my throat?" Doctor Fang felt inexplicably frightened at first, then he shook his head: "It seems that your condition is much more serious than mine. How can there be a human face in the human body?"
"It's true." Chen Ge didn't argue with Doctor Fang on this issue. He sat back in his hospital bed and began to think about the doctor Fang in front of him and the doctor Fang in Doctor Fang's throat, which is the real Doctor Fang.
The ward fell silent, and neither of the two patients spoke again.
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The sun shone on his face, and Chen Ge slept very comfortably last night.
"It's really easy to get addicted in the morning in this world." Chen Ge whispered something that no one could understand, and his eyes kept looking at the paradise outside the window.
Not long after, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Dr. Gao and Xu Wan walked in.
Without seeing him all night, Dr. Gao became even more haggard.
"Did you have a nightmare last night?" Dr. Gao didn't call Chen Ge's name, but went straight to the topic. He seemed to be in a hurry.
"No, I slept until dawn." Chen Ge hesitated for a while, but still asked, "Doctor Gao, why do you always ask me if I have nightmares?"
"Dreams can often reflect a person's mental state." Dr. Gao drew a sketch on a document, which seemed to be Chen Ge's case list. There was a number at the end of the list, and Chen Ge couldn't see the number. In the first two digits, he only saw that the last digit of the number was the number "1".