Uplifting Journey

Cheng Bin was as expected. In this parallel world called Inner Domain No. 2, he did not have any new illnesses himself.

But the disease is not better.

Cheng Bin opened his eyes, and saw the very familiar fuzzy ceiling.

After being dazed for a moment, Cheng Bin loaded the sensory expansion module, lifted the white thin quilt and sat up, looking around.

Although the headache and drowsiness caused by the cold disappeared, Cheng Bin's mood was not so good.

Look at the familiar iron frame bed, the familiar Red Cross sheets, the familiar smell of disinfectant—isn't this the mental hospital where he stayed for nearly a year and a half?

Cheng Bin put on his shoes and got out of bed, looked at his pale face in the mirror on the wall, and took a look at the mobile phone that was placed with the glasses on the bedside cabinet—on the afternoon of August 1, 2017, with No. There is not much difference between the world time, but Cheng Bin of World Zero was discharged from the hospital at the end of June!

Cheng Bin tried to recall, but the result was the same as last time, and he couldn't recall his own experience in this world out of thin air. The system said that it left some information to query through the sense of sight. I hope there will be no mistakes.

Taking the folded hospital gown and putting it on, Cheng Bin went to the table and flipped through the papers on it, and found that they were all useless information, but when Cheng Bin opened the drawer, he made an unexpected discovery—a There is a laptop lying quietly in the drawer, which is a model starting at 10,000 yuan.

Why is this book still here? Cheng Bin locked the drawer with some doubts, pulled out the key from the drawer and put it away, Didn't Fatty Chen leave the hospital two months earlier than me?

Cheng Bin knew about this notebook. It was lent to him by another patient surnamed Chen who was said to be in a good family but his parents were divorced. He used it to play games with him.

But since the notebook is still in the drawer, that Fatty Chen must have not been discharged from the hospital just like Cheng Bin himself.

Cheng Bin walked out of the room with doubts on his forehead.

Naturally, most of the residents in the dormitory of the mental hospital are mental patients.

On the floor where Cheng Bin lives, there are quite a lot of mental patients who can move freely, most of them are middle-aged and elderly people, and their illnesses are mild depression and the like, which will not affect normal life anyway. The types that cause trouble to others generally don't live for long, Cheng Bin who has stayed for more than a year is considered a special case.

Passing a bald man running wildly in the corridor, he smiled and nodded to several patients who greeted him, and Cheng Bin went downstairs all the way to the doctor's office area.

Cheng Bin intends to find a way to test his own situation in this world, and then consider whether to sneak out or leave the hospital in a serious manner-he has not forgotten that he has made troubles in other worlds and made the decision to steal contraband from the laboratory, but this matter needs to be resolved. Wait until the last time to leave before doing it. Staying in this world for a while is a little more time for life and study.

Cheng Bin walked to the main building of the hospital, found his attending doctor's office familiarly, knocked on the door and greeted the doctor inside.

Yang Mingyuan glanced up from behind the computer, wondering why Cheng Bin didn't wear glasses: Cheng Bin, come in. What's the matter?

Cheng Bin sat down on the side of the table. Doctors in psychiatric or psychological departments are usually closer to patients due to professional reasons, so he has no scruples to express his needs - to print a copy of his medical records.

This is not a strange request. This hospital keeps corresponding records after every diagnosis and communication with patients. Except for some people with special conditions, a copy will be given even if the patient does not mention it when they are discharged.

Yang Mingyuan clicked the mouse on the computer, and at the same time casually asked Cheng Bin about his recent situation, and the printer on one side spit out several sheets of paper one after another.

But when Cheng Bin was about to leave with the files in hand, Dr. Yang suddenly stopped him.

It's just a coincidence that you came here. Yang Mingyuan moved the mouse, as if he clicked on some document and looked at it, and said: A notice came down from the yard before, and I checked that it has your name on it. Well, it's today. At 7:30 in the evening, you go to the private chat room, room A6.

Yang Mingyuan frowned, as if a little strange: It seems to be a kind of inquiry. It's not from the hospital, but it's very important. Remember to go.

Cheng Bin nodded to show that he knew, and left with the medical records. He didn't pay much attention to the inquiries, and we'll see the situation later. Now Cheng Bin's head is full of his own case files, and he is very curious why he in this world has not been discharged from the hospital yet.

While looking through the files and walking towards his residence, Cheng Bin found that his own situation in this world was not much different from that of World Zero at the beginning, but the difference became apparent later on—the self in this world firmly believed in what he saw and heard in ordinary times. The dark shadows and whispers are not hallucinations, but something real.

No wonder I can't get out of the hospital. Seeing this, Cheng Bin could only mutter helplessly: Although this is also true on a certain level.

Cheng Bin, who was walking, suddenly heard a commotion, and several white-clothed nurses rushed past him.

Cheng Bin raised his head in doubt and took a few steps, glanced around, and he quickly discovered the source of the commotion after turning on the visual enhancement—a fat man in a hospital gown was being killed in the field between the two buildings of the hospital. Several male and female nurses were pressed to the ground with all their hands and feet, and they were still writhing and struggling.

Hearing all kinds of persuasion and exasperated voices from over there, Cheng Bin couldn't help being silent——Chen Fatty, you are good at your size, so many people can hardly hold you back.

Cheng Bin greeted the familiar nurse who was also looking there, and asked her, What's going on over there?

Who knows? The nurse looked at Cheng Bin, who was wearing a hospital gown, and said angrily, It's probably that Chen Pang is committing suicide again. Is it troublesome to come once every three or five days? Is it annoying? Said throw him in the safe house and be done.

Chen Pang is Fatty Chen's real name. The safe house is for people who are seriously ill and tend to harm themselves or others. There are no sharp or hard objects, but the plastic room is not a comfortable place in summer.

How dare a cowardly person like Fatty Chen commit suicide? Cheng Bin thanked the nurse speechlessly and then walked towards the noisy place.

In Cheng Bin's impression, Fatty Chen is more like a normal person than he who has hallucinations every day. He is very nerdy when he is up to the sky. There is nothing unusual except negative energy, and after the world is figured out, Fatty Chen is a cheerful and optimistic guy. How come the world has become so chaotic that people need to hold it down.

After approaching, the howling of Fatty Chen's pig-killing sound was even more shocking——

Don't press it! My face, my face is worn out! Don't dig it out! No, I just took a knife! Enough! My anger gauge is almost full! Don't Come and stimulate me!

Cheng Bin slid into the crowd with a dark expression on his face. On the way, he found a bystander to ask questions, and he knew the whole story—that Fatty Chen didn't know which nerve was wrong, so he took a scalpel at the opportunity , when it was discovered, it was plausible that he wanted to study the sharpness of the legendary scalpel, and he probably wanted to use himself as a research material?

From the emotions of the onlookers, Cheng Bin knew that Fatty Chen had become more and more over the top in the past few months, frequently doing things such as stealing keys, climbing the fence on the roof, and taking away sharp objects, and the key was that he acted methodically. Reasonable, the success rate of the plan is extremely high, what's more, why are you cowardly, you don't dance on the rooftop to see the scenery, and you don't dare to poke it with a knife, claiming that you are afraid of pain

If you are emotional, you just toss the nurses in our hospital hard, right?