"That's it..." After hearing Dr. Yuan's answer, Feng Bujue was not too surprised. He just continued calmly, "Then, may I ask...who pays for my medical expenses?"
"Haha..." Dr. Yuan couldn't help laughing when he heard this question, "Well... don't worry. For cases like yours, the country will support you for the rest of your life. Just treat it as an investment in research."
"Oh..." Feng Bujue pondered for a moment, then added, "If it's convenient, could you tell me again, has anyone come to visit me in the past few years? Not to mention my parents, there are also classmates and friends..."
"No. 32." Dr. Yuan's expression instantly became cold. He continued before Brother Jue finished speaking, "This is not the first time I have said this to you, but I don't mind telling you yours again.
Your parents died in a car accident a few years ago; even before they passed away, they never came to visit you; because they... were also one of the victims of the wounding incident you committed when you were ten years old.
.After that case happened, your mother permanently lost the vision in her right eye and the hearing in her right ear. She also received psychological counseling for a long time before she came out of the shadow caused by you; of course, and
Compared with other victims, your parents are already lucky..."
Having said this, Dr. Yuan straightened up, leaned back on the chair, put his elbows on the armrests of the chair, and intertwined his fingers on his chest: "... Therefore, it is impossible for them to come to see you; as for
'Friends', 'classmates'... ha..." He sneered, "32, if you were a parent or teacher, would you let your child interact with a child who was sentenced for a serious violent crime when he was less than ten years old?
Will the children in the mental hospital have any interactions with each other again?”
"I understand." Feng Bujue nodded and said, "So... the person who has had the most contact with me over the years is probably you, the doctor, right?"
"Hmph... I don't have that kind of honor." Dr. Yuan immediately rejected Brother Jue's reasoning in a sarcastic tone, and continued, "This mental hospital was established by the state specifically to house drug-free people like you.
Saveable super lunatics; in order to prevent mentally unstable staff from being affected by you 'patients'..." When he said this, he also raised his hands to make a quotation mark gesture, "..., everything here
The positions are rotated regularly. To put it simply... I only work here for two months every year, and of your twelve regular inspections every year, I am responsible for only two of them; but... for your more than ten years of
I am very familiar with the examination report..." He smiled, "In fact, your examination report is very famous here, and all the doctors who have seen it said... If it can be adapted into a novel and published, it will definitely be very popular.
Sell."
"Really..." Feng Bujue also smiled, "Then why has no one done this? Is it inconvenient to sign? Or is there any dispute over copyright?"
"That's not the case." Dr. Yuan said, "It's simply because we have regulations that prohibit the sharing of information about patients or the hospital's internal affairs..."
"I thought you were concerned about the doctor-patient confidentiality agreement and basic professional ethics." Feng Bujue replied.
"Are you kidding?" Dr. Yuan continued with a smile, "You, who are not even the most basic human beings and rational, are you talking to me about professional ethics?"
"Listening to your tone, the fact that you didn't resort to cruelty to a murderous demon like me who has essentially lost all human rights is considered a kind of kindness, right?" Feng Bujue continued.
Dr. Yuan did not answer this question because their conversations were all recorded. Although these recordings will not be released externally and can be broadcast on a large scale, it is obviously not appropriate to respond to such questions head-on. For Dr. Yuan personally,
This is also a matter of teaching others.
"Okay, 32, I've said enough." After waiting for a few seconds, Dr. Yuan chose to change the topic, "Now, is it my turn to ask questions?"
"Of course." Feng Bujue said, "I will do what I say...I will cooperate with you."
For the next twenty minutes, the two sides began a serious conversation with questions and answers.
What Dr. Yuan asked were all formulaic questions, such as... "Have you felt any changes in your body recently?" "What are your opinions on your current living conditions?" "Do you have any requirements?"
Want us to finish it" etc.
Every patient under his charge will be asked these questions.
In addition, there are also a few questions based on the patient's specific situation, such as "Do you still think 'Thrillerland' is real?", "Can you tell the difference between the virtual world and reality?", and "You
Do you still have any impression of your violent behavior in 'reality' over the years?"
And Feng Bujue... also gave short and clear answers to these questions one by one and truthfully based on his own memory.
Twenty minutes later, Dr. Yuan finished asking the questions he had prepared. He didn't even need to speak. Feng Bujue had already read the line "It's time to end this boring examination" from the look on his face.
"Okay..." Sure enough, the next second, Doctor Yuan said, "I think...that's it for today..."
"Knowledge." Suddenly, Feng Bujue said two words loudly, choking back the last word "li" in the other person's sentence.
"What?" Dr. Yuan was stunned by what he said, and instinctively said, "What knowledge?"
"I have a question about my knowledge reserve." Feng Bujue asked quickly before the other party could stop him from asking, "After I was imprisoned in this mental hospital, did I continue to receive education?
Or...do you have any information about the outside world through any channels?"
"Well..." Dr. Yuan thought for a while and responded: "Anyway, the data shows...no."
"In other words, my knowledge reserve should still be at the level before I was imprisoned, that is... the level of fourth grade primary school." Feng Bujue continued.
"Uh..." Dr. Yuan's expression changed slightly when he heard this. He seemed to have vaguely realized something, "Yes, it should be like that."
"Dr. Yuan, if you are a person who has been isolated from the world since the age of ten, has not received any outside information for fourteen years, and only has a fourth-grade elementary school education, do you think it is possible for you to make up what I said?"
"Is the story coming?" Feng Bujue used the tone that the other party had used just now and asked a substitute question.
Dr. Yuan seemed to be irritated because this question left him speechless.
He didn't answer, he just pressed the button on the phone on the table, came to the phone and said: "The examination is over, let's take the patient away." (To be continued.)
