Chapter 2 When you come to the world, you need to see the sun more
Yan Xi was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes were dull and his hands were twitching uncontrollably.
A young nurse pushed Yan Xi into the ward, took him out of the wheelchair and put him on the bed, locked the door and left quietly.
Another day of scientific treatment is over.
Yan Xi never thought that he would go so deep into a mental hospital and experience the life of a mental patient.
The doctors here really treat him as a psychiatrist!
A few hours later, Yan Xi felt better. He climbed out of bed tremblingly and poured himself a glass of water. His hands were shaking, so he only took a small sip and spilled the rest on himself.
Yan Xi couldn't help but feel sad. He remembered a poet who said: When you come to the world, you should see more of the sun.
He really wanted to see more of the sun, but the attending doctor didn't allow it.
Yan Xi still remembers the poet who said: From tomorrow on, be a happy person. Feed horses, chop firewood, travel around the world...
He wanted to, but his current life is: from that day on, he will be a spiritual villain. Injections, medicine, electric shock treatment...
The poet's most famous poem is: I have a house facing the sea, and the flowers are blooming in spring.
Yan Xi is now: I live in a mental hospital, facing a white wall, and all my thoughts are lost.
He also wants to communicate with every relative...
But the phone was confiscated!
Now he doesn't even know if his girlfriend is gone.
After cooperating with the treatment for more than a week, Yan Xi saw from the attitude of the doctors and nurses that his "condition" had not improved and he had already lost confidence in "being cured and discharged".
He deeply felt that he could no longer "cooperate with the treatment". If he continued to be treated like this, he might actually become mentally ill.
After drinking the water, Yan Xi returned to bed with difficulty and rested for a while before regaining control of his body.
He moved his hands and feet. His limbs were very disobedient, but they were roughly usable. His brain wasn't very easy to use, but it was enough to think about some simple questions.
In the first few days, he even fantasized that after he was discharged from the hospital, he would write a new book about mental hospitals. He had not thought of a title for the book yet. He had several options, but after asking the nurse who looked after him to search for help, he found that everyone had already taken the book.
used.
Yan Xi really wanted to complain, why do these colleagues who have never been mentally ill like to write about such unpopular subjects so much? Can't they leave some life path for writers like him who have practical life experience?
In the past few days, he had thought about it. If he had a choice, he would never touch anything related to mental illness in his life.
Yan Xi wrapped himself in a quilt, trying to keep his body warm, and said to himself: "Even if I like to write novels that are unfinished and often eunuchs, can't you make all the idols I like collapse their houses? Can't all the wives at Station B fall apart?"
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"Why do you want to make me mentally ill?"
"I can't stay here anymore, I want to escape."
"I am still young and still have a future. My life cannot end like this."
This thought emerged and could no longer be contained. Yan Xi clenched his fist tightly and made a determination.
He got out of bed, walked around the room, hid in a corner that could not be seen by the monitor, and curled up and squatted down.
Yan Xi pressed his temples with both hands, and Naoren'er suddenly began to beat wildly, and his brain seemed to be boiling like a boiling pot. He forcibly resisted the discomfort like torture, and kept mumbling words, crossing his hands, as if doing magic tricks, with many palms
A poker-sized card.
The craftsmanship of this card is very exquisite, and the material is a special alloy. It is very thin, has sharp edges, and is full of toughness.
On the front of the card is a very festive and chubby young Taoist priest. On the back of the card is a majestic snow mountain, majestic and somewhat mysterious.
Yan Xi didn't know where this thing came from. Anyway, it was because of this card that he was able to experience the experience of traveling between two worlds and escaped the tragic fate of being shot to death by a dog-headed monster.
The last time he traveled through time, he became a fat little Taoist priest. Although he was a little excited, he only experienced it for ten minutes before he quickly retreated in fear.
After all, I have gone to a strange world, and the feeling is indescribable. It is definitely not the relaxing experience of the protagonists in novels written by online authors.
Yan Xi had never thought before that there was anything wrong with the fact that the protagonist quickly adapted to the environment after traveling to another world and was as active as a fish in water.
But after traveling through time for a while, he really couldn't forget the fear that he couldn't get rid of.
Yan Xi is still a little afraid. He always feels that that ancient world is full of dangers. He even saw a coffin.
Unless he could win over a few friends to embolden him, he would never dare to play time travel again.
For example, survival in the wild with a script and living on a desert island without a script are not the same concept. The former is a show, and the latter is a suicide.
If it weren't for the life in the mental hospital, Yan Xi really wouldn't have the courage to sink the boat like a shrew.
After gently stroking this strange card for a while, Yan Xi hesitated again and again, then gritted his teeth and pressed the card to his chest.
The dangers in the other world are unknown, and the mental hospital is really unbearable.
The next second, his body seemed to be wiped away by an eraser, and he disappeared from the ward inch by inch.
Although there was monitoring in the ward, it was afternoon, the doctor on the day shift had just finished get off work, and the doctor on duty in the evening was busy handing over, so no one noticed that a patient was missing.
The sun is setting in the west and the sky is getting dark. The mental hospital is not a lively place to begin with, but after nightfall, it becomes even more quiet, even a bit scary.
Occasionally, some bipolar patients would laugh strangely, which made the atmosphere even more terrifying and unearthly.
Qinglongshan Mental Hospital is located in the outskirts of the city, and there are no residents nearby. Otherwise, all the residents living nearby would probably suffer from neurasthenia.
The doctor on duty lay sleepily on the table, snoring slightly. A young man in sportswear, like a cat, walked silently, entered the room, took out a white coat, and left quietly.
A few minutes later, the door of Yan Xi's ward creaked open and a young man in a white coat stepped in. He quickly scanned the room and saw no one. He couldn't help but be slightly surprised and said to himself.
Said: "I checked the medical records, he lives in this ward?"
"Did he... travel through time again?"
"This is going to be difficult."
"That character card must be taken back and cannot be left in the hands of ordinary people."
The young man checked the room briefly to make sure that no one was there. He erased the traces he left and left in a hurry. When passing by the duty room, he took off his white coat and hung it back up.
He did not go to the main entrance of the hospital, but found a remote corner, jumped up, like a big bird, climbed over the high wall, brushed against the electric grid, and fell into the night.