After Zhou Yan opened his eyes, he saw the tiles under his feet retreating at a constant speed one after another.

He shook his groggy mind. The last scene in his memory was a truck roaring towards him, and then the sound of bones shattered mixed with the sound of the car.

If you ask on [Zhihu]: "What is the experience of being crushed to pieces?", then you probably won't receive many reliable answers.

etc!

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, his head was crushed. What's going on now?

He raised his head with difficulty, and then found that he was being carried forward by two strong men.

In fact, it is more vivid to use "drag" because at this moment, I am like an unconscious drunk man, rubbing my feet against the ground, face down, and my body in a 45-degree tilt position, and I am dragged forward.

"Uh...what is this?"

Zhou Yan asked, enduring the severe pain in his head.

No one answered, and the strong man on the left glanced at him with his own eyes, and there was no emotion in his eyes. He was wearing a blue and black outfit, which looked like he was of some kind of uniform.

The "eye-opening" movement that lasted for about 1 minute almost exhausted Zhou Yan's strength. He closed his eyes uncontrollably. In the darkness, he was dragged for about 5 minutes.

Finally, Zhou Yan felt that he was being held into a room, pressed onto a chair, and his hands and feet were tied up.

During this period, he heard the conversation between the people next to him.

“Have you been given a sedative?”

"I just called fifteen minutes ago."

"Then he probably has to be confused for a while. You guys go out first."

"We are outside the door, and you can call us if you have something to do."

"good."

After that, it was the sound of the door being closed, and the surroundings were quiet. It was probably because of the sedative. Zhou Yan felt that he was getting dizzy.

Just between half asleep and half awake, Zhou Yan thought.

I...had I been reborn?

......

I don't know how long it took.

Suddenly, his eyelids were pulled open hard, and a beam of light shot into his pupils.

The stimulation of the strong light made Zhou Yan wake up a little from his confusion.

He tried to raise his head and observe it around with conditioned reflexes.

This is an office, which should be used for doctors, because there are some anatomical pictures of the human body hanging on the wall, and there is a brain slice model on the table in front of you. There is a window on the wall, but there is an iron bar outside the window. It should be dusk, and the weak sunlight shines in from the gaps in the railing, shining on the brain slice model, which looks a bit weird.

A man in a white coat was walking back to the opposite side of the table. He was a man, in his 30s, wearing frameless glasses, and looked quite gentle. He sat on the chair a little tired and put the medical flashlight in his hand into his pocket.

"Awaken?" the doctor asked.

"Yeah." Zhou Yan responded with difficulty, his throat was very dry.

"So [Fat Gua] Mr., how have you felt these days? Do you have any headaches, stomachache, or somewhere you feel uncomfortable?" The doctor opened a case and asked routinely.

Zhou Yan looked at his hands and feet tied to a chair: "I'm a little dizzy now."

"That's the effect of sedatives, don't worry." The doctor wrote something on the medical record, but his eyes didn't raise.

"The rest, there is nothing uncomfortable." Zhou Yan replied again.

"Well, it's great." The doctor continued to nod casually.

"So... are you calling me the [fat melon] in your mouth?" Zhou Yan asked weakly.

"Ah???!" The doctor was stunned.

......

......

The doctor just now called Zhou Yan... [Mr. Fei Gua].

Obviously, [Fat Melon] is definitely not a name. So, is it a code name?

In fact, compared to the questions of "Who am I? I am there? Am I reborn?", the name [Fat Gua] is really not important.

But now Zhou Yan had too many doubts in his mind that he didn't know which one to ask first, so he simply chose the one that was closest.

However, what Zhou Yan did not expect was that the doctor was stunned when he heard about his problem.

"What did you say?" The doctor raised his head suddenly, and the fatigue on his face changed to surprise in an instant.

"Uh...I'm asking, what does Feigua mean? Is that my name?" Zhou Yan repeated his question.

The doctor frowned, he lowered his head, quickly flipped over the case in his hand, and then looked at Zhou Yan very seriously.

"You mean, you don't know what [Fat Melon] is?"

Zhou Yan shook his head: "I probably didn't know. Maybe I knew it before, but now I forgot, but you can tell me."

"emmm..." The doctor pondered for a moment, and then said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry I can't help you, because I don't know either."

"???" It was Zhou Yan's turn to be surprised.

The doctor did not continue speaking, as if he was organizing the language. Then, he spread the medical record book and reversed it, pushing it to a position where Zhou Yan could see it.

In that case, Zhou Yan saw a photo as soon as he looked, which looked exactly the same as himself in his previous life. Perhaps because the food in this hospital was not good, he was a little thin.

"That's right. Your original name was Zhou Yan, and you are 27 years old this year." The doctor pointed to the top of the case. In the name column, it was indeed written with [Zhou Yan], which was the same name as your previous life, and was also 27 years old.

"About 4 months ago, you suddenly had some mental illness, and the specific symptoms were that you started calling yourself [Fat Melon]."

"Fat melon?"

"Yes, that's what you call yourself. Although it doesn't sound like the same name, your attitude is very firm and you repeatedly emphasize that you are [Fat Gua]. Even if we don't call you like this, you will ignore us. So the hospital has no choice but to obey your words."

"Uh... Then did I say why I gave myself such a name?"

"I said it, but it was very confusing. Sometimes, you said you were a writer, sometimes, you said you were a doctor, but more often, you were causing trouble everywhere, always wanting to escape, and always say that you don't belong to this world. In desperation, the hospital can only inject sedatives into you every day to calm you down."

While saying these words, the doctor kept paying attention to Zhou Yan's reaction and secretly reached into the pocket of the white coat, where there was a recorder...

Of course, Zhou Yan didn't see these small movements, and he was still immersed in his strange symptoms? "And what? Do I have any other symptoms?" he asked.

The doctor thought for a while: "Also, you just yell at me every now and then, you yell at me that you miss Tingting."

"Who is Tingting?" Zhou Yan asked.

"Your wife."

"I still have a wife?"
Chapter completed!