Ascension journey - 14. Chapter 14 Sickness and Friends

Cheng Bin expected nothing wrong. In this parallel world called Neiyu No. 2 in order, he really does not have a new disease…

It’s just that the illness doesn’t get better.

……

Cheng Bin opened his eyes and saw the familiar and vague ceiling.

After a stunned moment, Cheng Bin loaded the sensory expansion module, opened the white quilt, sat up, and looked around.

Although the headache caused by the cold is gone, Cheng Bin’s mood is not very good.

Look at this familiar iron frame bed, this familiar Red Cross bed sheet, this familiar smell of disinfectant – isn’t this the psychiatric hospital where he stayed for almost a year and a half?

Cheng Bin put on his shoes and got out of bed. He looked at himself, who was pale in the mirror on the wall, and took a look at the phone with glasses on the bedside cabinet-the afternoon of August 1, 2017, and the zero number. There is little difference in world time, but Cheng Bin, World Zero, was discharged from the hospital at the end of June!

Cheng Bin tried to think about it, and the result was the same as last time, and he couldn’t think of his own experience in this world out of thin air. The system said that some information was left for inquiries through instant visual perception, I hope it won’t go wrong.

After taking the folded hospital gown and putting it on, Cheng Bin walked to the table and flipped through the paper on it, and found that it was all useless information, but when Cheng Bin opened the drawer, he accidentally discovered it—one A laptop computer is lying quietly in the drawer. It is a model that starts 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 picked it up. “Didn’t Fatty Chen be discharged two months earlier than me?”

Cheng Bin knew about this notebook, which was lent to him by another patient surnamed Chen, who was said to be in a good family but whose parents were divorced, to accompany him to play dark 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 a head of doubt.

In the accommodation area of the mental hospital, most of the people who naturally live are mental patients.

In this floor where Cheng Bin lives, there are quite a lot of mental patients who can move around freely. Most of them are middle-aged and elderly people. The illnesses are mild depression and the like. Anyway, they will not affect normal life. Types that cause trouble to others generally don’t last long. Cheng Bin’s staying for more than a year is a special case.

After letting a bald man running wild in the corridor nodded with a smile to several patients who greeted him, Cheng Bin went all the way downstairs and walked towards 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 be discharged from the hospital seriously-he has not forgotten that he had made a decision to embezzle contraband in the laboratory in other worlds, but this matter has to Wait until the last time to leave. Staying in this world for a while is a bit more time for life and study.

Cheng Bin walked to the main building of the hospital, found his doctor’s office in a familiar way, 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. Is there anything wrong?”

Cheng Bin sat down on the side of the table. The psychiatric or psychological doctors were generally close to the patients due to professional reasons, so he had no hesitation in expressing his needs—printing out a copy of his medical records.

This is not a strange requirement. The hospital keeps a corresponding record every time a patient is diagnosed and communicated. Except for some people with special conditions, a copy will be given even if the patient does not mention it when discharged from the hospital.

Yang Mingyuan clicked the mouse on the computer, and at the same time casually asked Cheng Bin about the current situation in the past few days, and the printer on one side also spit out a few sheets of paper one after another.

When Cheng Bin took the files and was about to leave, Doctor Yang suddenly stopped him.

“You came by coincidence,” Yang Mingyuan moved the mouse, as if he clicked on a document and looked at it and said: “A notice came down in the yard before, and I saw your name… Well, it’s half past seven tonight, you go to the private chat room, room A6.”

Yang Mingyuan frowned, seeming to be a little strange: “It seems to be an inquiry…not from the hospital, but it is very important, you remember to go.”

Cheng Bin nodded and said that he knew, and left with the medical record file. He didn’t pay much attention to the inquiry, and it would depend on the situation. Now Cheng Bin is full of his own case files, and he is curious how he in this world has not been discharged from the hospital.

While looking through the files, Cheng Bin found out that his situation in this world was not much different from that of World Zero at the beginning, but the difference became apparent later-he believed in what he had seen and heard in the world. The shadows and whispers are not an illusion, but something that really exists.

“No wonder you can’t get out of the yard…” Seeing this, Cheng Bin could only mutter helplessly: “Although on a certain level, this is also a fact.”

Cheng Bin, who was walking, suddenly heard a noise, and rushed past several nurses in white.

Cheng Bin looked up suspiciously and walked a few steps. After turning on the visual enhancement, he quickly discovered the source of the riot. In the ground between the two buildings of the hospital, a fat man in a hospital gown was being Several male and female nurses pressed on the ground with hands and feet, and they were still writhing and struggling.

Hearing all kinds of persuasion and frustrated words from over there, Cheng Bin couldn’t help being silent–Chen Fatty, you know your size, so many people almost can’t hold you down.

Cheng Bin said hello to the nurse who was also looking over there, and asked her, “What’s going on over there?”

“Who knows?” The nurse looked at Cheng Bin in the hospital gown, and said angrily: “It’s probably that Chen Pang is committing suicide again. Do you bother me every three or five days? Say you throw him into the safe house and it’s over.”

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

People like Fatty Chen dare to commit suicide? Cheng Bin said silently to the nurse and then walked towards the noisy place.

In Cheng Bin’s impression, Fatty Chen is more like a normal person than he is visionary every day. He is very nerdy when he is up to the sky. His condition is said to be world-weary, but he often sighs and complains, in addition to bringing constant troubles to himself and others. There is nothing wrong with negative energy, and after the world has been figured out, Fatty Chen is a cheerful and optimistic guy. Why is this world so troublesome that someone needs to hold it down.

After approaching, the howling of Fatty Chen like a pig was even more shocking.

“Don’t press it! My face, my face is worn out!” “Don’t dig it! No, I’ll take a knife!” “Enough! My anger tank is almost full! Don’t! Come to stimulate me!”

Cheng Bin drilled into the crowd with a black line on his face. On the way, he found a crowd of onlookers to ask, knowing the whole story-then Fatty Chen didn’t know which nerve was wrong, so he looked at the opportunity and took a scalpel away. When I was discovered, I still plausibly said that I wanted to study the sharpness of the legendary scalpel. Do I want to use myself as the research material?

From the feelings of the onlookers, Cheng Bin knows that this fat man Chen has become more and more excessive in the past few months, and he has frequently performed behaviors such as stealing keys, climbing rooftop fences, and walking along sharp objects, and the key is that he behaves in an orderly manner. Reasonable, the plan clearly shows that the success rate is extremely high, and what is even more exaggerated is-why do you want to persuade you to watch the scenery on the rooftop and not dare to poke a knife and claim that you are afraid of pain…

You just toss the nurses in our hospital if you have feelings, right?