The Mysterious Recovery: A Doctor's Tour

Chapter 191 Battle 300 Rounds
"I promise you." Gao Tiancheng said.

Xu Qianqian wiped away her tears and said happily, "Really?"

"Really, can I still lie to you?" Gao Tiancheng asked.

"Life is very good now. As long as you recover from illness, you can be discharged from the hospital. We can do many things we agreed on before." Xu Qianqian looks forward to the future.

Gao Tiancheng looked at the girl in his arms and sighed, could he get out of this hospital just by thinking of it?

The freedom of Qingshan Mental Hospital was revealed. After these days of recuperation, Gao Tiancheng has almost recovered.

He watches TV and eats snacks with fellow mental patients.

This is not allowed in Jinshan Mental Hospital, and all electronic devices are confiscated.

Early this morning, Yang Jian appeared in the ward again.

"How do you think about it? I heard that your parents have settled the debts outside and signed a letter of understanding. This means that after you recover from your illness, those people will not be held accountable." Yang Jian said.

"You shouldn't have been idle during this period of time. You have found a lot of information, right? And my remarks."

Gao Tiancheng paused, and continued, "What if I tell you that your world really exists?"

"It's impossible." Yang Jian waved his hand, "If this is the answer you gave me these days, then there is no need for us to continue talking."

"Then what aspect of me do you think deserves the attention of that doctor named Li Taiping?" Gao Tiancheng asked rhetorically.

Yang Jian froze for a moment, looked into Gao Tiancheng's eyes, and nodded after a long time.

"Okay, let me believe your statement, how can you prove it to me?"

Gao Tiancheng said, "That Li Taiping will give me a lot of spiritual medicine, I don't know the specific effect, so you have to try this yourself, only if you successfully find the ratio, I can prove it to you."

"So you can't control it yourself? It's passively triggered by drugs? Have you ever wondered why?" Yang Jian said.

Gao Tiancheng frowned and pondered.

"Passed?" Li Yang asked in a low voice.

"It should be, a new road has appeared." Yang Jian said.

Not far away, the old wooden staircase reappeared. The staircase was shrouded in black haze and mist, so it couldn't be seen clearly, but it could be judged that the staircase extended upwards, and it should lead to the third floor.

Without any hesitation, Yang Jian crossed the corridor on the corridor and stepped on the creaking wooden stairs.

Li Yang followed behind and did not flinch. Although he was covered in injuries, his confidence was obviously stronger. This was because he had just controlled the new spirit.

Yang Xiaohua, Liu Mingxin, Cai Yu, and Wang Shan, who were lucky enough to survive, followed quickly, because other places on the second floor were being eroded by darkness, rooms were disappearing, and everything on the second floor was being erased.

This floor has begun to repel them.

The front and back of the stairs are shrouded in a layer of black mist, and those who walk on it cannot see the end, nor can they see behind.

Slowly, the situation on the third floor emerged.

There is almost no change from the second floor, and it is also a back-to-back corridor. The only difference is that the middle patio is no longer empty, but there is an open space with a few furnishings on it. At first glance, it feels a bit like returning to the first floor again.

There are still seven rooms, and that hasn't changed a bit.

"301, 302, 303..." Yang Jian looked at the house numbers.

This is the third floor of the ghost post office.

"There seems to be no one on the third floor." Li Yang broke the silence.

Yang Jian said, "It seems that the messengers are not in the ghost post office."

"I heard that the courier on the third floor delivers a letter every three months. The time span is very long, so the courier on the third floor has plenty of time to maintain a normal life."

Cai Yu, who came up, looked around at this moment, and then said with a serious face.

"Where's the messenger on the fourth floor?" Wang Shan asked.

Cai Yu said, "Should send one letter every six months. The courier on the fifth floor will most likely deliver one letter a year, but there are some changes that I don't know about. I just heard from the courier on the second floor before, so I'm not sure."

He has some contact with the courier on the third floor. After all, he has delivered two letters on the second floor of the post office.

He was also a newcomer when he first went up to the second floor, so he would naturally know some old messengers from that time.

"There is no messenger, and there is no one. It seems that it is a bit difficult to go up to the fourth floor in a short time." Yang Jian pondered.

"Captain, our speed is already very fast. If we continue to rush forward, we must pay a very high price. It's better to slow down." Li Yang suggested.

Yang Jian said, "I don't have this time to waste it. I deliver a letter every three months. Normally, it takes nine months to go upstairs. I don't have that much time to play with it."

If there are other couriers, we can grab their letters. " Yang Jian said.

Wang Shan reminded, "The red letter will only appear under special circumstances, and it cannot happen every time."

"Red letters represent danger, and all the couriers on the first floor need to deliver them. The red letters on the first floor should be the least dangerous, followed by the second floor. If they are still torn up on the third floor, the danger will not be as simple as one plus one." Yang Xiaohua analyzed.

Yang Jian has his own judgment, so naturally he will not be shaken by the words of these messengers.

A group of people walked into Room 301 to rest, and spent a restless night.

The next morning.

"Yang Jian, the letter has appeared."

At this time, Wang Shan suddenly shouted when he discovered something.

"Letter? Where is it?" Yang Jian immediately strode over.

He had searched in the room before, but there was no letter, so he took it for granted that it was not time to deliver the letter, and he had entered a safe period, so he thought about waiting for the other messengers on the third floor to appear before finding a way to snatch the letter.

Wang Shan pointed to the middle of the patio on the third floor, where there was actually a letter box with a letter stuck in it.

"Yellow envelope? This is a normal letter." Seeing this, Yang Xiaohua was slightly relieved.

She was really scared, and there was another red letter, so Yang Jian would tear up the letter again.

"Do all the letters on the third floor appear in this mailbox?" Yang Jian hesitated.

This was different from the previous situation on the first and second floors, but no matter what, he decided to take down the letter and read it first.

"The letter on the mailbox does not belong to you. If you are in such a hurry to deliver the letter, you will die soon. You should have a three-month safety period when you came up from the second floor. Isn't it good to spend the three-month safety period?"

Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded.

The door of Room 304 was opened at some unknown time.

A somewhat decadent man in a padded jacket was smoking a cigarette while picking up a lighter and lighting it up.

"The messenger on the third floor?"

Yang Xiaohua, Wang Shan, Cai Yu and the others all followed the sound.

"It's a pleasure meeting a new friend. My name is Li Yi, the messenger on the third floor."

The decadent man looked very polite, and he declared himself his family, without showing any signs of hostility.

But when you think about it, it becomes clear that the main reason for the conflict between the first and second floors of the post office is that there are not enough rooms. There are only seven on the first floor, and there are often fights to the death to grab a room.

However, this problem does not exist on the third floor. It was discovered after Yang Jian and others lived in Room 301 yesterday.

The seven rooms on the third floor seem to be able to hold couriers infinitely, which fundamentally solves the problem of conflicts between couriers.

"I didn't seem to see you last night." Yang Jian came over and asked.

"I just came here too. I heard the movement outside, so I came out to take a look."

Smoking a cigarette, Li Yi added, "It's boring outside the post office, so come in if you have nothing to do."

"Come in and sit down? This place shouldn't be accessible anytime, anywhere, right? You don't need to wait for the time to deliver the letter?" Yang Jian asked directly.

Li Yi smiled and said, "This is the privilege of the courier on the third floor. You can enter and leave the ghost post office at any time, even when you are not delivering letters. It's just that most of the couriers don't want to do this."

"How to use this privilege?" Yang Jian asked.

"stationery."

As Li Yi said, he took out a piece of dirty, old and blackened paper from his pocket, "Burn part of this thing, and the road to the post office will appear. After entering the post office, if you want to go out and burn a little more, the stairs to go out will appear, but only the person who burned the letter paper can enter and exit, and no one else can, even if you are in the same room."

"Letter paper? How did you get it?" Yang Jian asked again.

Li Yi smiled, "It's okay if you want me to tell you, but then you also have to tell me what happened downstairs and why so many people went upstairs together, a total of six, it's not unusual."

"I tore up a red letter downstairs, and then the stairs appeared." Yang Jian didn't mind this kind of information exchange.

red letter?The messenger named Li Yi was a little surprised when he heard the words.

Then he quickly shook his head and said, "It's impossible. The red letter is the most difficult letter in the post office. It can almost wipe out the couriers on the first floor. Only when there is an abnormality in the post office or some special reasons will the red letter appear. Not only did you not send the red letter, but also tore it up. How can I be so easy to deceive?"

"That's the truth, believe it or not." Yang Jian just told the truth, not lying.

"What he said is true. I saw it with my own eyes, and the ghosts brought by the red letter invaded the second floor. There were originally a dozen messengers on the second floor, but they were almost dead yesterday, and we were the only ones left." Yang Xiaohua said seriously.

"It's unbelievable. I've only heard of the red letter, but I haven't seen it. It seems that there are some existences among you that are beyond the control of the post office." Li Yi looked at Yang Jian thoughtfully.

Seeming to be annoyed by this look, Yang Jian interrupted him and asked, "You haven't told me where the letter paper came from?"

Li Yi retracted his thoughts and said with a smile, "It's simple. If you come out of the room at night and walk around outside, you should be able to pick it up, but it's a little risky. After all, there are ghosts wandering around the post office at night. If you don't believe it, you will die."

"What? Did you pick it up at night when you went out?" Liu Mingxin's expression changed in shock.
"Otherwise, what do you think? This thing can save your life at a critical moment when it is used well. If you ignite this stationery, you can quickly escape in the midst of supernatural events after the road to the post office appears. Many messengers on the third floor will take the risk to pick it up at night, and some people If you are lucky, you can pick up more, and you are willing to take out some and sell them.”

When Li Yi said this, he paused and said with a smile, "Do you want it? I can sell it to you at a cheaper price, [-] pieces. This price is very affordable, and there is no deception."

"How many do you have?" Yang Jian asked.

Li Yi took out a thick stack of letter paper and said with a smile, "A lot."

Yang Jian frowned and asked, "Is the dose too much?"

Gao Tiancheng nodded, "These medicines seem to be okay, but the weight is almost meaningless."

"Then let me think about the ratio again. This is already a terrifying ratio. Your dosage this time has already exceeded the normal dosage by several times. The so-called normal dosage is too small. If you use too much, you will be brain-dead." Yang Jian looked at Gao Tiancheng on the hospital bed and said.

"Doesn't this prove my extraordinaryness? Others may die with twice the amount, but I have several times the amount, and I can't die. Moreover, I have been eating for such a long time, and I am treated like a guinea pig by you." Gao Tiancheng laughed.

"I didn't force you, you did it voluntarily." Yang Jian said.

in the afternoon.

Yang Jian came in with a tray, which contained red and blue capsules.

"Try the dose this time, I doubled it."

Gao Tiancheng nodded and took the medicine. He didn't respond at first, but after a while his expression became ferocious.

Until the end, the interview returned to normal.

"It's right, the time is not fixed every time, so I can't stop my medicine."

Gao Tiancheng paused and added, "Don't forget your promise to me."

In the next few days, Gao Tiancheng took medication on time, and his consciousness became more and more depressed.

Xu Qianqian, who was in charge of the visit, even called Gao Xiuqin.

Gao Xiuqin cried bitterly when she saw her son who was no different from dead on the hospital bed, and hurried to find Dr. Yang Jian to inquire about the situation.

"Don't worry, this is a normal reaction. This is also the reason why the mental hospital is reluctant to allow family members to visit too much. Everyone understands the principle that medicines are three-point poisonous. Psychological medicines have many side effects. It is not surprising that this happens." Yang Jian said.

"But my son..." Gao Xiuqin hesitated to speak, and then continued, "It's like being stupid, he can talk to himself."

Yang Jian was startled, and hurried towards the ward on the pretext of going to see the situation.

"Brother Tian, ​​what's wrong with you? Brother Tian!" Xu Qianqian shouted beside the hospital bed.

"Where is this place?" Gao Tiancheng said.

"Damn it, get out, why should I suffer? Who did I provoke? Then don't force me to let you out!"

"Didn't you say it's better not to go to that world? You are a liar." Xu Qianqian murmured in a low voice.

"Do you want meaty ones, or essential ones?"

"If you want meat, call me all the beautiful ones, you are not short of money!" Gao Tiancheng took out a card from his pocket and placed it on the table in the front hall.

Such a feat directly alarmed the manager, and he hurriedly approached him with a flattering look.

In the top supreme private room, Gao Tiancheng had a smile on his face, hugging left and right, and the room was full of Yingying and Yanyan.

"Three hundred rounds of battle!"

(End of this chapter)