When the door was closed, Feng Bujue was the only one left in the small ward.
He sat down on the spot and began to think.
"Although I have said what I want to say, I can't have high expectations for this doctor," Feng Bujue said in his heart. "It's easy to see from his attitude that he has no intention of curing me. He just wants to complete the disease."
The basic job requirement is to finish two months of shifts, and then for the next ten months, he won't have to stay in this hellish place."
While Brother Jue was thinking, he moved to the wall and slowly lay down.
"Not just him, I'm afraid other doctors also have this mentality.
"First of all, this mental hospital is a state institution, and their salary for working shifts here must be fixed, which means there is no extra money to be made. Therefore, the motive of profit can be eliminated.
"Secondly, we patients who are imprisoned here are basically a group of guys who were shot twice and it was not a miscarriage of justice. According to ordinary people's logic, being able to be imprisoned here for a lifetime is already an advantage for us. Under this premise, if it is really
If someone recovers and is discharged from here and re-enters society, it will inevitably attract a lot of public pressure.
"In short, from the doctor's personal point of view, even treating every patient seriously will not do any good. On the contrary, if the patient is cured, the troubles he will face and the responsibilities he will bear are all
unimaginable.
"Well, if you think about it, putting your hope of leaving here on the doctor is probably a waste of time.
"That report took fourteen years to write. Even if a doctor studied it seriously, it would be impossible for him to fail to discover the doubtful points in his knowledge base.
"The reason why no one has mentioned it so far is just two reasons. One is that no one takes a serious look at that thing. They just read it casually as a story, or scan it hastily because of work needs. There are indeed some people.
They saw some doubts, but they didn't say anything because they didn't want to spend time and labor for an incurable madman like me, let alone take unnecessary huge risks for me."
Thinking of this, Feng Bujue stretched out and muttered: "Looks like, if you want to leave this place, you can only rely on yourself."
More than an hour later, it was lunch time.
The person who came to deliver the food today didn't even say a word. He just knocked on the door twice with some kind of hard object and a stun baton attached to the carer's body, and then directly stuffed the dinner plate in through the lower baffle of the door.
"Ah, is it time for dinner again?" Feng Bujue saw this and muttered, while crawling to the door, "To be fair, the food here is quite good."
He brought the dinner plate in front of him, looked over it, and then began to formulate a eating strategy.
Let me explain here, the so-called "eating strategy" actually refers to things like what to eat first, what to eat next, how to prepare the meal, and how long it takes to finish eating.
Generally speaking, children from relatively poor families can easily develop such a habit as long as they are not too stupid.
Because children from poor families do not have the conditions to "eat whatever they want", nor do they have the capital to "have leftovers" or be "picky eaters".
The moment they sit down at the dinner table, the question they are usually thinking about is "How can I use this half piece of old fat meat and two bites of pickle lumps to dry up this bowl of overnight rice, and at the same time make my mouth and stomach feel uncomfortable?"
An illusion of having eaten enough.”
And this is undoubtedly a knowledge and a skill of "improving the quality of life through methods and methods".
As the saying goes, environment makes people, that’s all.
People who work hard every month to earn a salary of more than 2,000 yuan never go to work, but people who can easily spend more than 20 million yuan at home are also living. The thoughts, habits, and vision of these two people
There will naturally be big differences.
Here, we will not discuss about nobility, good or evil, right or wrong, but we will just talk about the knowledge of "saving costs and improving the quality of life under limited conditions". The former must have more knowledge.
Things like renting a suit for an interview, buying air tickets in the morning, reusing old daily necessities, and going to the supermarket to buy discounted vegetables in the evening are common sense or commonplace for the former, but for the latter
In other words, it’s something you don’t know or don’t need to know.
Feng Bujue is obviously a "poor person". Of course, he is not so poor that he has to learn the life skills of a homeless person. There are many routines for picking up rags and begging for food. I won't write about them here, but "eating"
He has developed this level of habit since he was a child.
"Such a combination," Feng Bujue looked at the plate of food and thought to himself, "You can eat half of the fried pork chop first, and put the remaining half on the rice to keep the heat, and let the rice get some oil and water, and then that's it
It seems that the roasted bran is not made in the common sweet way, but is made salty. I have to say it is a failure, because the salty taste conflicts with the taste of salted fish, and it needs to be paired with seaweed and egg drop soup."
Just when Brother Jue was thinking about these things that even I thought were just trying to make up the number of words, suddenly!
"Huh?" He discovered something that made him wonder, "What is this?"
While talking to himself, Feng Bujue half-opened his mouth, moved his tongue a few times, and then simply put his hand into his mouth.
A few seconds later, he used the index and middle fingers of his right hand to take out something from between his teeth.
"This is..." After staring at the remains of the food for a few seconds, Feng Bujue quickly came to a conclusion, "Orange?"
Indeed, what he was holding in his hand at this moment was a small handful of orange tendons.
I don't know what he was thinking of. The next second, he wiped the saliva on his hands on his clothes. Then he brought the fingers of both hands to his nose and sniffed it carefully.
Down.
"Yes, there really is." After Feng Bujue read this sentence, he looked sideways and thought, "But why don't I remember eating it?"
Except for the plate of food in front of him, Brother Jue has only eaten one meal since he came here, and he remembers very clearly that there were no oranges in yesterday's dinner.
"The smell of oranges remains on my fingers, which means that not only have I eaten oranges, but I also peeled them and ate them myself. Someone didn't stuff them into my mouth while I was unconscious." Feng Bujue then continued to read, "But I
But there is no memory of eating oranges at all, just like "
At this moment, an idea flashed in his mind: "It seems like a memory has been erased." To be continued.
