"Is that so..." Feng Bujue wasn't overly surprised after hearing Dr. Yuan's answer, he just continued calmly, "Then may I ask... who will pay for my medical expenses?"
"Hehe..." Dr. Yuan couldn't help laughing when he heard this question, "This... don't worry, the country will support you for a lifetime of your case, and it's just an investment for research."
"Oh..." Feng Bujue pondered, and then said, "If it's convenient, can you tell me again, has anyone visited me in these years? Parents needless to say, there are classmates, friends..."
"Number 3232." Dr. Yuan's expression turned indifferent instantly, and he continued without waiting for Brother Jue to finish speaking, "It's not the first time I've told you this, but I don't mind telling you again—you Your parents died in a car accident a few years ago; even before they died, they never came to visit you; because, they were both... one of the victims of that wounding incident you committed when you were ten years old After that case happened, your mother lost the vision of her right eye and the hearing of her right ear forever. She also received psychological counseling for a long time before she came out of the shadow caused by you; of course, and Compared with other victims, your parents are already lucky... "
At this point, Dr. Yuan straightened up, leaned against the back of the chair, put his elbows on the armrests of the chair, and crossed his fingers in front of his chest: "... Therefore, it is impossible for them to come to see you; as for' Friends', 'classmates'... Heh..." He sneered, "3232, if you are a parent or teacher, you will let your child go to a mental hospital with a serious violent crime under the age of ten. Will there be any interaction with the children in the hospital?"
"Understood." Feng Bujue nodded, and said, "So... the person I have been in contact with the most these years should be you, the doctor, right?"
"Hmph... I don't have that kind of honor." Dr. Yuan immediately denied Brother Jue's reasoning in a sarcastic tone, and continued, "This mental hospital was set up by the state, and it is specially used to house your kind of hopeless patients. Save the super lunatic; in order to prevent the mentally unstable staff from being affected by you 'patients'..." He said here, and raised his hands to make a quotation mark, "...all the positions here will be affected. Regular rotation. Simply put... I only work here for two months a year, and I am responsible for only two of your twelve regular inspections a year; I am very familiar..." He smiled, "In fact, your inspection report is very famous here, and the doctors who have seen it all said... If it can be adapted and published, it will definitely sell well."
"Really..." Feng Bujue also laughed, "Then why is no one doing this? Is it inconvenient to sign? Or is there any dispute about copyright?"
"That's not the case." Dr. Yuan said, "It's simply because we have regulations that don't spread information about patients or inside the hospital..."
"I thought you were concerned about the doctor-patient confidentiality agreement and basic professional ethics." Feng Bujue replied.
"Are you joking?" Dr. Yuan continued with a half-smile, "You, who don't even have the most basic humanity and reason, talk to me about professional ethics?"
"Hearing your tone, you didn't treat a murderous demon like me who has essentially lost human rights... that's kind of kindness, right?" Feng Bujue continued.
Dr. Yuan did not answer this question, because their conversations were all recorded; although these recordings will not be released to the outside world, and the scale can be enlarged, it is obviously not appropriate to directly answer such questions. For Dr. Yuan personally, this is also a matter of giving someone a handle.
"Okay, 3232, I've said enough." After waiting for a few seconds, Dr. Yuan chose to change the subject, "Now, it's my turn to ask questions?"
"Of course." Feng Bujue said, "I will do what I say... I will cooperate with you."
For the next 20 minutes, the two sides started a serious conversation with one question and one answer.
What Dr. Yuan asked were formulaic questions, such as... "Have you felt any changes in your body recently?" Let's get it done" and so on.
Every patient under his care is asked these questions.
In addition, there are a few patient-specific questions, such as "Do you still think 'Thrillerland' is real?", "Can you tell the difference between the virtual world and the real world?" Do you still have any memory of your violent behavior in 'reality' over the years?"
And Feng Bujue... based on his own memory, he gave short and clear answers to these questions one by one and truthfully.
Twenty minutes later, Dr. Yuan finished asking the questions he had prepared. He didn't even need to speak. Feng Bujue had already seen a line from the expression on his face—"It's time to end this boring examination."
"Okay..." Sure enough, the next second, Dr. Yuan said, "I see... that's all for today..."
"Knowledge." Suddenly, Feng Bujue said two words loudly, choking back the last word "Li" in the other party's sentence.
"What?" Dr. Yuan was taken aback by what he said, and instinctively said, "What knowledge?"
"I have a question about my knowledge reserve." Feng Bujue asked quickly before the other party stopped him from asking, "After I was imprisoned in this mental hospital, did I continue to receive education?" Or... have you learned about the outside world through any channels?"
"Well..." Dr. Yuan thought for a while, and replied, "Anyway, the information shows...no."
"In other words, my knowledge reserve should still be at the level before I was imprisoned, that is... the level of the fourth grade of elementary school." Feng Bujue continued.
"Uh..." Dr. Yuan's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and he seemed to have faintly realized something, "That's right, it should be like that."
"Doctor Yuan, if you are a person who has been isolated from the world since the age of ten, has not received any outside information for fourteen years, and only has a culture of the fourth grade of elementary school, you think it is possible for you to make up what I said' Story' come?" Feng Bujue used the tone the other party used just now, and asked a substitutive rhetorical question.
Dr. Yuan seemed irritated because the question left him speechless.
He didn't answer, just pressed the button of the phone on the desk, leaned over to the phone and said: "The examination is over, let's take the patient away." (.)