When the door was closed, there was only Feng Bujue left in the small ward.
He sat down on the spot and began to think.
"Although I have said what I want to say, I can't expect too much from this doctor..." Feng Bujue said in his heart, "From his attitude, it is not difficult to see that he has no intention of 'curing' me... he Just thinking about the basic job requirements, two months of shifts, and then for the next ten months, he won't have to be in this damn place."
While thinking about it, Brother Jue moved to the wall and slowly lay down.
"It's not just him, other doctors probably have the same mentality...
"First of all, this psychiatric hospital is a state institution, and their salary for shifts here must be fixed; that is to say... there is no extra money to make. Therefore, the motive of profit... can be ruled out.
"Secondly, the 'patients' we are imprisoned here are basically a group of guys who have not been misjudged by shooting twice; according to the logic of ordinary people, it is already cheap for us to be imprisoned here for a lifetime... Under this premise However, if someone really 'recovers and is discharged' from here and re-enters society, it will inevitably attract a lot of pressure from public opinion.
"In short... from the doctor's personal point of view, it will not do any good to treat each patient seriously. On the contrary, if the patient is 'cured', the troubles and burdens that will be faced next The responsibilities... are unimaginable.
"Well... Thinking about it this way, it's probably a waste of time to put the hope of leaving here on the doctor.
"The report has been written for fourteen years, but if a doctor has studied it seriously... it is impossible not to discover the doubts about the 'knowledge reserve'.
"There are no more than two reasons why no one has brought it up so far - first, no one takes it seriously at all, they just read it casually as a story, or skim through it for work needs; second, It's true that some people saw some doubts in it, but... they didn't say anything, because they didn't want to spend time and labor for me, an 'incurably super crazy', let alone take unnecessary huge risks for me .”
Thinking of this, Feng Bujue stretched his waist, and muttered: "Hoo... look + style_txt; get up, if you want to leave this place, you can only rely on yourself..."
...
After more than an hour, it was lunch time.
The person who came to deliver the meals today didn’t even say a word, just knocked on the door twice with some kind of hard object (the nurse was equipped with an electric shock baton) outside, and then directly stuffed the dinner plate in through the lower baffle of the door .
"Ah... is it time for dinner again..." Seeing this, Feng Bujue muttered as he crawled to the door, "In all fairness, the food here is still okay..."
He brought the dinner plate in front of him, and after looking at it, he began to formulate eating strategies.
Let me explain here, the so-called "eating strategies" are actually things like what to eat first, what to eat next, how to eat, and how long to finish eating.
Generally speaking, as long as children from poor families are not too stupid...it is easy to develop such a habit.
Because children from poor families do not have the conditions to "eat whatever they want", nor the capital of "leftovers" or "picky eaters".
The moment they sit at the dinner table, the question they usually think about is—"How can I use this half piece of old fat meat and two bites of pickled vegetables to dry up this bowl of overnight meal, and at the same time make my mouth and stomach Create an illusion that you are full and have eaten well.”
And this... is undoubtedly a science; it is a technique of "improving the quality of life through ways and means".
As the so-called environment makes people, that's what it is...
People who work hard every month and earn a salary of more than 2,000 yuan are living; people who have never worked but can spend more than 20 million at home are also living; the thoughts and habits of these two kinds of people , vision, etc... Naturally, there will be a big difference.
Here, we don't discuss high and low, good and evil, right and wrong, cause and effect... just talk about the knowledge of "saving costs and improving the quality of life under limited conditions", it must be that the former has mastered more.
Things like renting a suit for an interview, buying air tickets in the morning, reusing old daily necessities, and going to the supermarket to buy discounted vegetables in the evening... It is common sense or common practice for the former, but it is common sense for the latter. For those who don't know, or don't need to know.
Feng Bujue is obviously also a "poor person". Of course, he has never been poor enough to learn the life skills of a homeless man (there are many routines for picking up trash and begging for food, so I won't write them in detail here), but The habit of "eating strategy"... He has developed it since he was a child.
"This kind of combination..." Feng Bujue looked at the plate of food, and thought to himself, "You can eat half of the fried pork cutlet first, and put the remaining half on the rice to keep the heat and let the rice get a little bit of oil; Then there is roasted bran... It seems that instead of using the common sweet method, it is made salty, which has to be said to be a failure, because the salty taste conflicts with the taste of salted fish, and it needs to be matched with seaweed egg drop soup... "
Just when Brother Jue was thinking about these nonsense things that even I thought were trying to make up the number of words... Suddenly!
"Huh?" He found something... something that made him wonder, "This is... what?"
While talking to himself, Feng Bujue opened his mouth halfway, moved his tongue a few times, and then... he simply put his hand into his mouth.
A few seconds later, he used the index finger and middle finger of his right hand 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, what he was holding in his hand at this moment was a handful of orange tendons.
"Could it be..." He didn't know what he thought of. The next second, he wiped the saliva on his hands on his clothes, and then put the ten fingers of both hands in front of his nose, and sniffed carefully. few times.
"Hmm... there really are." After Feng Bujue read this sentence, he looked sideways and thought, "But... why don't I remember that I ate it..."
Except for the plate of food in front of him, Brother Jue has eaten a total of one meal since he came here, and he remembers it very clearly... Yesterday's dinner was without oranges.
"The smell of oranges on my fingers means that not only have I eaten oranges, but I also peeled them and ate them myself. It wasn't someone who stuffed them into my mouth when I was unconscious..." Feng Bujue read again, "But But I have no memory of eating oranges at all, it's like... "
At this moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "It seems...a memory has been erased." (.)