"Have you had any injections recently?" the old man suddenly asked in a confused manner.
"Injection? What injection? Does it mean injection?" Yuan Mengmeng asked rhetorically.
"Well, any form of injecting liquid directly into the blood vessels counts, including vaccination, administration of saline water, or... taking drugs."
"How could my sister take drugs? She has been the most obedient and sensible since she was a child!" When Yuan Chenggang heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.
"I'm not saying she took drugs, but I always have to ask clearly." The old man replied unmoved.
"Well...except for the bag of salt water I'm hanging now, it seems that there are really no injections. I haven't had any serious illness for a long time. Even if I occasionally catch a cold and cough, I can just take medicine and rest. The earliest vaccine was just after I entered school.
It was only at that time..." Yuan Mengmeng said while thinking about it.
"Are you sure? Don't omit it, let alone hide it." The old man frowned and asked in an extremely serious tone and manner.
"No, I really haven't, unless I have lost my memory!" Yuan Mengmeng carefully searched through the memories of the past few months and found that there was really no injection. After all, this is not a trivial matter, and it is impossible to get it by myself.
One shot and completely forgotten.
"Doctor, what's wrong? My sister's illness..." Yuan Chenggang became slightly nervous when he saw the other party's tone.
"It's okay, I just thought of a very ridiculous possibility, but it doesn't seem to be true now." The old man shook his head, then turned around and took out a few sheets of paper printed with ink from the drawer, and put them in front of Yuan Mengmeng.
said:
"To be on the safe side, let's do a test."
"Test? Is this... a color blindness test?" Yuan Mengmeng looked at the pieces of paper in front of her that looked like ghostly drawings. It looked like someone had knocked over the colored ink, and a strange shape appeared on the paper.
Striped like.
"No, it's a Rorschach inkblot test, a psychological testing method, but you don't need to think too much, just look at the picture I gave you and say what the inkblot reminds you of," the old man explained.
"Do I have... psychological problems??" Yuan Mengmeng's expression became very subtle this time.
"I told you, don't think too much, get rid of distracting thoughts, and focus on the pictures in front of you first." The old man urged, "Start from the first picture."
"well……"
The main color of the first ink stain in front of you is blue and black, but in the two rising corners on both sides, the color gradually becomes lighter from bottom to top, transitioning from blue to sky blue, then to yellow-green and even yellow.
White.
In addition, the center of the ink mark is like a starry sky, dotted with scattered patches of silvery white and pink purple, giving it a mysterious beauty.
"This looks like... a bird, right? The bird's wings are tilted to both sides, and in the middle is its plump belly." After Yuan Mengmeng finished speaking, she glanced at the other party cautiously and asked softly, "Is that right?
?”
"There are no right or wrong answers to psychological tests." The old man said, "The next one."
"This... is like two people standing back to back, no, more like the reflection of the same person, with his back leaning against the mirror, his legs slightly bent forward, and a pipe in his hand, and then following him
The reflections in the mirror were painted on this paper together... Do you understand what I mean?"
"I understand. You described it very specifically. You can just say this later." The old man nodded, and then took out another picture. "Let's look at the last ink stain and describe what it looks like."
"This, this..." Yuan Mengmeng looked at the ink that was finally taken out, and was a little speechless for a moment. It was not because the pattern was too abstract and couldn't find anything to describe it, but because of the circular outline.
It seemed to be very versatile and vague, and it made her think of many similar things for a moment, but when she was about to say it, she felt that some of the details were subtly wrong, more like something else.
"Just tell me your first impression. You don't need to think too rationally." The old man encouraged.
"It looks like an apple, but...is there such fine fuzz around the apple? It looks more like a peach this way."
"So the answer is peach?" the old man asked.
"That's not... that's not the case." Yuan Mengmeng touched her head, feeling that nothing was right no matter what she said.
"Hurry up and give me a definite answer. Don't think too much or too deeply. This is not a test for you to solve a case." The old man's tone sounded anxious, as if he was urging.
"Doctor... don't rush my sister. She has just woken up and may not be in good spirits..." Yuan Chenggang helped from the side.
"You don't understand. This test requires a decisive and certain intuitive reaction. Adding too much reasonable thinking will cause errors." After the old man explained, he looked at Yuan Mengmeng and continued to ask, "Are there any results? Apple?
Still a peach.”
"Yes, yes -" Yuan Mengmeng was forced to do nothing, and finally shouted out subconsciously, "It's an apple, and it's a moldy and hairy apple."
"Moldy and hairy apples?" A subtle smile suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and then he said softly in a voice that no one heard at the time, "That's a very special answer."
"Look...do I have any mental problems? What are the results of the inkblot test?" Yuan Mengmeng asked timidly.
"I roughly understand the situation for the time being." The old man looked at the three answers on the notebook in his hand, and then turned back to Yuan Mengmeng and warned, "Remember the answers you said before, and when you see these three patterns again in the future,
You need to be able to quickly recall the only answer to me today, you know?"
"Huh? Why is this?" Yuan Mengmeng felt that some monk Zhang Er was confused. From just now, everything the old man did seemed to be full of mysteries. What's more, he didn't explain the purpose at all.
.
"In short, just remember it. It's okay to memorize it as a password. For people with normal memory, this shouldn't be difficult, right?" The old man said in a persuasive way, "Now let's report it on the spot. The three patterns are
What’s the answer?”
"...Flying birds, human reflections, and moldy and hairy apples."
"Yes, remember this answer." The old man said, "Well, now I will show you a set of pictures and tell me what they are."
In the old man's hand, a black plastic ruler suddenly appeared. There were three stickers on it from first to last, each with their own colorful ink marks.
I don't know when the surrounding environment changed from the bright and warm infirmary, surrounded by white and sky blue, to a dimly lit room as cold as a basement.
The only thing that hasn't changed is the old man in front of him and the three familiar patterns on his hand.
Opposite him was Yuan Mengmeng, who was looking at the pattern with blurred eyes.
Chapter completed!