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Chapter 246 Isn’t a lunatic just a sober person dreaming?

With an expressionless face, Xuan Wen put away all her smiles, and could no longer feel the tenderness and warmth from her body.

She stared at the surveillance screen extremely carefully, repeatedly confirming everything she saw with her eyes.

Gao Ming entered the back building of Lishan Hospital half a year ago, and not as a patient. He was probably selected by the shadow world half a year ago.

"That..." Chen Meng was also standing nearby. He looked at Xuan Wen's frozen picture. He was not there. His attending doctor seemed to be paying attention to another doctor: "Aren't you treating me? Are you? Is the framing wrong?”

As a patient, Chen Meng was not willing to ask casually, but now Xuan Wen's expression was too serious, making it seem as if his condition was very serious and he was about to die.

"Every time you lose sleep, people around you will disappear and die. You are the only one who is fine, so you don't need to pay too much attention to your illness." Xuan Wen said casually. She motioned Chen Meng to shut up, took out her earphones, and connected to On an old computer.

Eliminating external interference, Xuan Wen pressed the play button. She couldn't take her eyes away, as if she had returned to that evening half a year ago.

The scene continued to play, the ward door was opened, and Gao Ming entered the ward wearing his work uniform and the dusk light.

Dust was flying in the light, and instead of the pungent smell of potion, the air was filled with a strange smell of decay.

"Are you also a doctor here?" Chen Meng's expression was not as natural as before. He was a liar.

"Since Henshan Prison used the psychological treatment equipment shipped from New Shanghai, its mood has become stable on the surface, but once it is stimulated, the spirit will immediately enter an abnormally manic state. There was a sudden riot in the prison last night, and my leader asked me to Come here to get the medicine. Here are the documents and certificates. He said you are ready." There are fixed channels for medical procurement. Gao Ming does not want to get involved in this. He just wants to get those special medicines and leave as soon as possible.

Gao Ming frowned slightly. He held a medical device receipt in his hand and looked at Chen Meng who was receiving treatment in the room.

"Your disease can't be cured with medicine." Gao Ming suddenly said. He had just heard everything Chen Meng said outside the door: "If you want to no longer be troubled by pain, the treatment plan I give you is to The policeman surrendered and admitted that he had killed someone, killed his best friend, and buried her body in a construction site."

"I am also a doctor, you continue." Gao Ming took the receipt and scanned the room. There were five seats in the clinic, placed in the corner, on both sides of the table, by the window, and next to the bookcase where the sunlight could not shine at all.

"Doctor, I still have a performance, and the time is very tight. Can you prescribe some medicine for me first?" Chen Meng urged. He hated the behavior of delaying his life. He was obviously the one who came first.

Without thinking too much, Gao Ming walked towards the bookcase. He sat in the shadows, allowing himself to be completely enveloped in darkness.

"Mr. Chen, I have a general understanding of your condition. Please wait for a while." The doctor sitting opposite Chen Meng seemed not to have expected that Gao Ming would come in directly. He smiled and said: "You said that you are also a doctor, but come on All the people in my hospital are patients with severe mental illness."

"How can outsiders come in casually?" The secret deep in his heart was revealed, and Chen Meng was a little panicked. There were too many ulterior things hidden in his dreams.

"You fart! There is no way I can do such a thing!" Chen Meng became emotional: "What I just told was just what happened in the dream!"

"Dreams are feedback from reality, using partial reality to restore an absurd truth." Gao Ming deals with death row prisoners every day and knows this kind of people very well: "If you don't remember whether you have killed anyone, you can ask the police to help you investigate. .For you, death is a kind of relief."

"Shut up!" Chen Meng stood up, moved his chair back, and clenched his fists. "Don't get excited, I'm just telling you my treatment plan." Gao Ming was still sitting in the shadow: "The extreme absurdity of dreams must come from the perceptual world we observe, and everything is connected."

The doctor listened carefully to Gao Ming's words. He comforted Chen Meng with a few words: "Dreams are feelings from outside our souls. Falling asleep causes us to fall into passive thinking. Therefore, in dreams, we will do some irrational and helpless things." Something to control.”

Chen Meng was at least very capable on the surface. He straightened his collar and tried his best to calm down.

"Dreams appear after falling asleep, freeing us from the waking state and showing the alienation of some things, but all alienation has a basis. There is logic in dreams, and dreams are not completely irrational." Gao Ming's meaning is obvious. , what kind of dreams a person will have has a lot to do with his subconscious self.

"Are you sick?" Chen Meng's suppressed anger rose again. He rolled up his sleeves and faced Gao Ming: "I just have insomnia and a headache, and I feel uncomfortable. Do you insist on saying that I killed someone?"

"Mr. Chen, let me take you to get the medicine first." The doctor pulled Chen Meng away and led him into the innermost room of the psychological counseling room.

The video suddenly became quiet without any sound.

Gao Ming was sitting alone in the chair holding the receipt. He didn't notice that the shadow behind him seemed to come to life, slowly eating away at his shadow, trying to squeeze into his body silently.

The documents fell to the ground. Gao Ming seemed to be asleep. He closed his eyes and leaned gently on the bookcase.

About five minutes later, the doctor took Chen Meng out, who had changed into a hospital gown. At this time, Chen Meng's eyes had become a little dull, and there seemed to be something missing in his eyes.

"Mr. Chen, take your medicine and go to the seventh floor to get a hospitalization certificate." The doctor smiled and patted Chen Meng on the back: "According to our treatment plan, you only need to be hospitalized for three days to recover."

Chen Meng entered another room, and the doctor came to Gao Ming with a smile: "Wake up."

Gao Ming suddenly opened his eyes. He felt a little cold and zipped up his zipper: "Is that murderous lunatic gone?"

"He just dreamed of something strange." The doctor picked up the receipt on the ground and looked at the different medicines on it: "You seemed to have fallen asleep just now? Did you dream of something strange? Do you think you are a madman? "

"What do you want to say?" Gao Ming seemed to have really had a dream just now.

"Isn't a madman just a conscious person dreaming?" The doctor seemed to be saying to himself: "You fell asleep just now, but are you really awake now?"

The doctor didn't look at Gao Ming at all, but after hearing his words, Gao Ming felt inexplicably creepy. He couldn't help but glance around, as if the world had become a little strange from a certain moment.

Xuan Wen watched the video without saying a word. She stared at Gao Ming tightly, trying to read more information from that face.

(End of this chapter)