"I worked overtime until very late yesterday. I have to go back and take a nap. Delise, please arrange for someone to check on the few patients we have been in contact with recently and ask about the situation. Just put the records on my desk. I will be back before dinner.
.”
Schiller took off the pen in his white coat pocket and nodded to the senior sister. The black-haired girl smiled at him and made a gesture to ensure the completion of the task.
"Working late?" Charles looked at Schiller's back with some confusion, and said, "Didn't we leave after 10 o'clock yesterday?"
"The doctor's routine is very normal. To be precise, it's abnormally normal." Delise put away her pen and her eyes flickered back and forth between Charles and David. She said, "Your eyes are very similar. You are brothers."
Or a relative?"
David shook his head silently, and Delis didn't ask any more questions. She said: "There have been a lot of people traveling recently, and we are short of manpower. Due to the nature of our department, most of the patients we come into contact with are not in the undergraduate inpatient department. In the end,
It may be in the fourth inpatient ward, which one of you is willing to go?"
"I'll go." David stood up and said, "No matter how far it is, it doesn't matter to me. Give me his house number and name."
"Oh, that's not possible." Delise shook her head and said, "I will help you make an appointment in the system, and then you go to the front desk to check. The nurse will tell you which ward he is in. Call his name first when he goes in. If he ignores you
, just go find the nurse on duty and the resident doctor.”
"To prevent imposters?" Charles asked.
"To prevent anyone from having ulterior motives." Delise sighed and said, "There are always some weird people pretending to be doctors and nurses, you know, the FBI and so on."
After David left, Charles looked at her and asked, "What about me? Where am I going?"
"I heard from Dr. Schiller that you are more of an academic research type, so I want to save you some time. You can go to the obstetrics and gynecology inpatient department near here and see the lady who received the intervention yesterday."
"Ms. Lisa?"
"Yes, but you have to be careful. Her husband is very emotional and cries easily. The nurses in that ward are tired of coaxing him. You just go to help them out."
Charles nodded and left without saying anything. Dr. Meira's eyes remained glued to his back, but Charles was in a hurry to see Lisa and didn't notice.
Charles came to the corner of the corridor where he was yesterday. After listening for a long time, he found that there was no movement inside. He stopped a nurse and asked about it before finding out that they had gone for a walk in the yard.
Patients in hospital gowns gathered in twos and threes around the fountain to look at the water, and some were accompanied by their family members for a walk. Charles found Lisa and her husband Oakes in a wheelchair under a big tree in the corner of the garden.
Lisa was holding a cat, a long-haired ragdoll cat, in her arms. She kept stroking its ears and head, and Oakes grinned widely.
But the good times didn't last long. As soon as Charles came down, the wind started to blow. It was early autumn in New York. Even though it wasn't completely cold yet, the wind made us feel chilly.
The nurse started to rush people into the building. Lisa was unwilling to leave because once she went back, she would have to put the cat down. She leaned against the tree and showed resistance, but the nurse did not have so much patience and asked her husband to quickly put the cat down.
Please advise me to go back.
In fact, Oakes also hopes that Lisa will go back as soon as possible. It is already a miracle that she can appear outdoors in a wheelchair. This was because he contacted the Women's Federation before and learned of Lisa's serious condition and specially approved a cure for her.
Serum can make the incision grow back so quickly.
But Lisa's current physical condition is still not good. The healing serum consumes her physical strength, but her mental illness is bothering her, keeping her awake for several nights. At this time, her face is pale, her body is weak, and she seems to faint at any time.
fall.
From the perspective that Charles saw, Lisa was even more pitiful. She was curled up in a wheelchair, hugging the cat tightly, crying helplessly, blinking constantly due to the wind, and her lips were so pursed that they almost lost their blood.
Charles had to step forward and say hello to Oakes. Oakes had met him before, and Schiller took Charles with him when he spoke to Oakes that day.
"Oh my gosh, Dr. Charles, are you here for rounds? I'm so sorry, we should be waiting for you in the room."
"No, it's okay." Charles turned to look at Lisa, and Lisa suddenly hit Charles' thigh on the side with her hand and pushed him out. Oaks was stunned.
"Hey, Lisa, don't do this, God, I'm so sorry."
"I don't want to go back." Lisa said, "If you want to take it away, I won't let you take it away."
This woman is obviously mentally disturbed. Charles can tell that even without reading her mind. It seems that pets are not a good way to cure her. What should we do now?
After all, Lisa was a patient, so the push didn't use any force at all, but Charles still took a few steps back, and then he tried to persuade her using the methods in the textbook.
"Ma'am, calm down and take a deep breath. You are now in the inpatient department of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department of New York-Presbyterian Hospital. This is your husband, and I am the intern. We are all taking care of you. You are safe."
"There's nothing wrong with your cat. It's healthy. It's in your arms. No one wants to hurt it, and no one wants to take it away from you."
"We just wanted to..."
"You took everything from me." Lisa screamed: "My child's heartbeat, his life and soul, my body, my family, my everything, give them back to me."
Lisa began to scream in an incoherent tone, her voice high-pitched and urgent, completely covering Charles's voice. He was sure that the lady could not hear anything now.
"Has she taken her medicine?" Charles asked, looking at Oaks.
"Obviously not." Oaks shook his head and said, "We have no way to make her take the medicine. The nurse said that she would consider transferring her to a psychiatric department after she gets better."
"I'm not going anywhere." Lisa began to mutter. "My children are here. All my children, Donna, they are all here. I will guard them here and never let them go again."
You took it away..."
The grammar is confusing, the parts of speech are unclear, and the personal pronouns are switched back and forth, making it unclear which one is referring to. This is a sign that the language system is beginning to be confused, and it is a very bad sign.
Charles became a little helpless. He could indeed analyze other people's brains well when writing papers and combine them with various psychological theories, but all of these theories did not include how to use words to comfort a sick person.
of patients.
Seeing Lisa getting more and more excited, Charles invaded her brain and was almost knocked over by those chaotic thoughts.
It was not that he had never studied the inner world of mentally ill patients in the past, but that was done when their mental state was relatively stable. Being suddenly connected to the mind of a sick patient had a big impact on him.
It was so painful, and Charles felt for Lisa at the moment.
A perspective is a correct understanding of the world. She should give the cats to her husband, and he will take good care of them. She feels very cold, and she should return to a warm and comfortable ward, have a good sleep, and everything will be over.
of.
But this is not the case from another perspective. Her child cried loudly when he fell to the ground. With a purple and blue face stained with blood, he asked her with a ferocious expression why she let them take him away. Then the cat's face gradually became more and more like the child's.
Their faces overlapped, and they began to ask, keep asking, repeat, repeat, repeat...
"enough."
With a swish sound, the second hallucination disappeared completely. When Charles exhaled, he found that his forehead was cold and he sweated a lot, all because he was frightened when he was brought into Lisa's perspective.
Lisa became quiet.
Of course, Charles directly deleted his second hallucination perspective, and now only the normal perspective remains.
The woman looked very confused, but she slowly handed the cat to her husband.
Oaks was surprised and happy. He took the cat and gently put it back into the flight bag. He and Charles pushed Lisa back to the ward. She even drank a good glass of water, took medicine, and fell asleep quickly.
It’s on.
"God, I didn't expect this therapy to be so effective." Outside the ward door, Oaks looked at Charles gratefully and said, "To a certain extent, you are also the key, doctor, you convinced Lisa."
Actually, I didn't, Charles thought, but from Oaks' perspective, Charles said a few words to Lisa and then asked her to go back to the ward to take medicine and sleep. It was a miracle doctor.
Charles looked at the sleeping Lisa and immediately realized one thing. Either he didn't do it, or he had to do it thoroughly, otherwise they would definitely realize something was wrong.
Charles' deletion just now cannot be said to be gentle, but more based on his own self-protection mechanism. Although the deletion was very clean, it was a bit too clean for ordinary people. He doubted that Lisa would not remember him when she woke up.
Losing a child.
If he really has amnesia, the hospital will definitely investigate, and he will not be able to escape the blame. If it is traced back to Dr. Schiller, then the plan to get closer to him will be completely ruined.
Charles sighed. He invaded Lisa's brain again and began to modify her memories and emotions. Then he processed Oakes' memory and changed it to be more reasonable.
However, the medical staff who had seen him along the way and the nurse whom he had stopped to ask about the situation also had real memories, so they had to be changed, and they had to be adjusted in the same direction without any inconsistency.
After standing in front of Lisa's room door for a long time, Charles breathed a sigh of relief when the changes were finally completed, but then he walked around a corner and saw a figure standing in front of the window, waiting for him.
"Doctor Meira?" Charles looked at Meira and said.
"Yes." Meira turned around and looked at Charles with a gentle expression, which made Charles relax. He actually felt a little guilty, as if he had just met the dean after doing something bad.
"You are a psychic, right?" Meera asked straight to the point.
Charles nodded, not too surprised. Schiller had already hinted when they met that day that Meira might have the same ability as him.
"I come from a monastery at the foot of the Himalayas. My ability is telepathy. No, it is not mind-reading. You can understand it as a kind of meditative magic. It is not innate but acquired through practice."
Charles frowned slightly, but did not refute. He knew that this possibility existed, and some magicians could also read minds.
"Only sensing?" Charles asked. His focus was whether Mela could directly intervene in the mind and control people's brains like he could.
"No, it's far inferior to you." Meira shook her head and said, "I can only understand a little bit when I concentrate. If I want to go deeper, I need to meditate and meditate for a long time."
Then he looked up at Charles and said: "I was not a very religious person when I was young. I took too many detours. This is why I chose to devote all my energy to cultivating this ability."
"I know that you must have extremely good intentions to help people relieve their pain. You think this is God's will, and you are just performing a mission that humans cannot complete."
"But it would be great if ordinary people were a race that could be interfered with and transformed so easily. They are too complicated to understand easily. If you want to do something, think twice before you act."