69novels Chapter 311
Chapter 311
"Why did you send us to the hospital? Why..."
A group of patients with scary looks gathered around.
Dr. Zhao's eyes widened.
"Don't...don't come...don't...ah..."
A series of heart-wrenching shouts came from the underground garage.
...
On the other side, the second floor of the hospital was dead silent.
The light in the corridor was dim. It seemed that the white floor tiles had turned yellow due to their long service life, and there were still some dirt on them that could not be removed.
There were traces of heavy objects dragging on the ground.
The wall paint on both sides fell off, and the doors of some departments were in tatters, as if no one had used them for a long time.
Compared to the whiteness and cleanliness of the first floor, this place looked more shabby and real.
If you rashly enter the second floor from the first floor, you will feel a sense of absurdity, as if you walked directly from a modern hospital into an old and dilapidated hospital that has been preserved since the 1980s.
It even makes people suspicious.
Is this a long-abandoned hospital, and everything on the first floor is fake?
In this kind of worry, the patient's heart will become more and more depressed.
This is also one of the treatment methods of the hospital. Everything on the second floor is deliberately creating a psychological hint. From the moment the patient goes upstairs, the so-called special treatment has begun!
At the end of these abandoned departments, there is a black iron door with the words [Special Treatment Room] written on it.
In the treatment room.
A patient and a doctor sit opposite each other.
The light is very dim. There is only one hanging lamp above their heads, and the not-too-bright light covers a circular area.
There are eight stools in it.
At this time, the doctor with a square face, wearing a pair of frameless glasses and playing with a silver pocket watch, was sitting there in a relaxed posture, smiling at the patient: "Then our treatment officially begins, No. 7?"
"Doctor Luo, when I came here just now, I seemed to see..." No. 7 hesitated for a moment, but still said: "There is something in a department!"
Doctor Luo raised his eyebrows: "There is something, what do you mean?"
"It's... dirty things!" No. 7's face turned pale: "The window of a department was broken, and I clearly saw a woman inside, she was smiling at me!"
"This is normal, No. 7, maybe your condition has worsened again." Doctor Luo paused for a moment, and then spoke meaningfully.
"But doctor..." No. 7 was hesitant to speak.
His doubts were actually far more than this.
The doctor brought him up very early tonight, but kept saying that there were people in the treatment room and asked him to walk around the second floor first.
During this period, No. 7 saw a lot of terrifying things.
He found a very light bloody handprint on the door of a department, heard a cry for help outside a house marked as a utility room, and always felt that there was someone standing behind him when he went to the toilet to wash his face...
Such discoveries made No. 7 feel more and more that the second floor might not be clean, and he also began to suspect whether there would be problems on the first floor.
Will his roommate who slept with him every day also have problems?
In short, the few hours before the formal treatment had already made him suffer to the extreme, his mind became more and more confused, and his own symptoms seemed to be significantly aggravated.
"Don't think too much, your disease has been getting worse recently, and only good treatment can relieve it." Dr. Luo spoke, interrupting No. 7's thinking.
"Come, look at this watch, stare at the second hand carefully, and calculate how long it has been."
He opened the cover of the pocket watch, and a clear and pleasant sound of "ding" sounded.
No. 7's attention was instantly attracted.
"Count with me, one second, two seconds, three seconds..."
"One second, two seconds, three seconds..."
No. 7 spoke involuntarily. As he read more and more numbers, his vision began to blur. Gradually, only the watch in the doctor's hand remained in his eyes.
The dial seemed to be getting bigger.
Until the end, his whole world seemed to be filled with this watch.
No. 7's voice became more and more dull and mechanical. He no longer just counted seconds, but instinctively nodded, repeated, and agreed to whatever the doctor said.
"Whatever I ask next, you answer it. Don't hide anything."
"Whatever you ask, I will answer it? Okay, I do." No. 7 said blankly.
"Ding"
The dial was closed, and with a crisp sound, No. 7's face regained a bit of agility, but he still stared at the pocket watch.
At this time, Dr. Luo smiled and asked.
"No. 7, what are you most afraid of?"
"I am most afraid of...old people, children, and black plastic bags." No. 7 answered truthfully.
"What disease do you have?"
"Emotional deficiencyAphrodisiac, very indifferent to people and things. "No. 7 answered again.
These two questions are used to test whether hypnosis is successful.
After listening, Dr. Luo took a look at the medical record in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and continued to ask: "No. 7, what is the most impressive and unforgettable thing in your life?"
"They can be a certain exciting experience you have, the most vicious thing you have done, or the most terrifying memory."
"Recall every detail of the time and tell me carefully, okay?"
"Okay..." No. 7 nodded blankly and recalled seriously.
After a while, he spoke: "Once I went to the countryside to deliver goods. It was winter at that time. The road was very dark and there were no street lights in remote areas."
"On the way back, I bumped into an old woman. The vegetables and rice in the insulated box she was carrying were spilled all over the ground. She should be rushing to deliver food to someone overnight."
"She was knocked away by me for more than a meter, her head was broken, and her legs seemed to be broken. She lay on the ground shouting and screaming. ”
“I drove away, but not far away I found in the rearview mirror that the old woman actually sat up and stared at the direction I left. She was memorizing my license plate number!”
“I didn’t dare to run away like this, so I reversed and drove back and forth twice until I couldn’t hear the screams anymore. ”
“In fact, I was very scared and nervous at the time. My palms were full of sweat. I was scared to death!”
“If I was found, I would be finished.”
After listening to No. 7’s story, Dr. Luo smiled: “No. 7, this is not your fault. Your disease itself is a lack of emotion and sympathy. You don’t have to bear the psychological burden. You are right. Wrong... is just a symptom.”
No. 7 was stunned for a moment, and the only trace of guilt in his eyes disappeared: “Thank you, doctor, I feel much better after talking about this.”
“It’s okay. There will be follow-up treatment later, which will make you completely relieved. "Doctor Luo spoke meaningfully.
At this time, a man in a white coat came out from the darkness. As he approached step by step, his figure gradually hunched over and turned into an old woman.
The old woman sat down on a stool, holding a lunch box in her hand. On the lunch box was a photo of another old man.
"What else?" Doctor Luo glanced at the old man and continued to ask.
No. 7 kept watching Doctor Luo and his pocket watch, and seemed not to notice the old man's appearance at all.
"Another time, I rented a house in an old community..."