After dinner, Chen Ge lay on the bed, his face dull, silently staring at the paradise outside the window.
Compared with the first time he woke up from a coma, Chen Ge became even more silent. Perhaps in the eyes of the doctor, he is now more in line with the hospital's requirements.
"Bang!"
The door to the ward was violently pushed open, and two nurses and Xu Wan walked in: "Chen Ge, it's time to take medicine."
"Where's Doctor Gao? Isn't it usually Doctor Gao who comes to dispense medicine?"
"He has to be busy with other things in the evening, so I will temporarily take over today." Xu Wan's voice was very gentle, and nothing unusual could be heard. After seeing Chen Ge swallow three white pills, she said again: "Hospital ward
Serious shortage, this is your new roommate, you can’t scare people away anymore!”
Two nursing staff dragged a pale middle-aged man into the ward and placed him on Zuo Han's bed.
"Get to know each other, have a good rest, and be careful not to run around at night." After saying this, Xu Wan left with the two caregivers, leaving only two patients in the ward.
Chen Ge looked at the other person curiously. His new roommate looked to be in his forties, with few wrinkles on his face, but his hair was completely white.
He seemed to have experienced all kinds of inhuman torture, his mental state was extremely poor, and his body was trembling slightly all the time.
"Brother, what should I call you?" Chen Ge took the initiative to greet him. He suspected that this middle-aged man in his forties with completely white hair was just a "medicine" prepared by the hospital for him.
Since it is medicine, it must have appeared in Chen Ge's memory before, and maybe it can help Chen Ge remember something.
"Can you hear me?"
After shouting several times, the middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at Chen Ge. There was deep fear in his eyes. The moment he saw Chen Ge, he quickly lowered his head.
"Do you know something?" This man's personality was completely different from Zuo Han's. He didn't say a word and couldn't communicate at all.
Chen Ge didn't know the other person's name or what kind of disease he was suffering from. He only knew that this man seemed to be afraid of him.
It was already dark, but there were constant sounds of footsteps and the sound of a cart pushing past in the hospital corridor.
At about one o'clock in the morning, there was a knock on the door of Chen Ge's ward, and the middle-aged man sleeping on the bed near the door immediately sat up.
The door was knocked five times in a row with very short intervals.
"More than last night? Does this knock on the door represent the number of days I have been in the hospital?"
The corridor outside the door quickly returned to calm. The middle-aged man mustered up the courage to walk to the door. He opened the door a crack and looked outside.
"Hey! Is there anyone outside?" Chen Ge suddenly said, startling the man.
He gently closed the ward door, then shook his head at Chen Ge: "There is no one outside the door."
The middle-aged man's throat seemed to have been injured, his voice sounded very awkward, and his expression was very painful when he spoke.
"Brother, it's fate that we live together. How should I call you?" Chen Ge didn't expect that the middle-aged man would talk to him. He thought this was a good opportunity to bring the two of them closer.
"My surname is Fang."
"Brother Fang, what disease were you sent in for?" Chen Ge was a little curious.
"Delusion, I used to be an ENT doctor. After I got sick, I always felt like there was a foreign body in my body, just like now." The middle-aged man pointed to his ears and mouth: "I feel like there are snails crawling in my ears.
I also felt like there was a syringe filled with medicine in my throat. I knew it was just my imagination, but it felt so real."
Combined with various previous behaviors in the hospital, Chen Ge's eyes changed when he looked at Dr. Fang. He felt that those things might really exist in Dr. Fang's body, and this might not be an illusion.
Doctor Fang talked more at night. I don't know if it was because he was eager to communicate with others, or because Chen Ge asked him to let down his guard.
"Brother Fang, can I take a look at your throat? You feel like there is a syringe in your throat, what if there really is one inside?" Chen Ge sat up from the bed.
Doctor Fang looked at Chen Ge, his expression was a little complicated now.
The fact that Chen Ge could say such words meant that Chen Ge was obviously a psychopath, but what made Dr. Fang feel strange was that he actually heard a hint of concern in Chen Ge's words.
"Is this considered care between patients?" Dr. Fang mentally labeled Chen Ge as a kind-hearted madman.
"Open your mouth." Chen Ge moved to Dr. Fang's bedside. He looked at Dr. Fang's throat and his pupils began to shrink involuntarily.
The deep esophagus was like an endless black hole. Chen Ge's eyes were drawn, and his whole body seemed to be slowly attracted into Dr. Fang's mouth.
His consciousness continued to sink, and when his pupils shrank to the limit, he saw a human face deep in Dr. Fang's throat!
The face was wrapped in flesh and blood, and the face had its eyes closed tightly, hidden in the deepest part of the esophagus.
There is a person in Dr. Fang’s throat!
After his body was pushed away, Chen Ge's pupils returned to normal, and he looked at Dr. Fang in surprise.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there really a syringe in my throat?" Dr. Fang sat on the edge of the hospital bed, and he felt terrified when Chen Ge looked at him.
"There is no syringe, but I saw a human face in your throat. He looks very similar to you. His eyes are closed tightly and his face is pale." Chen Ge kept making gestures with his hands.
"Is there a human face in my throat?" Dr. Fang felt inexplicably scared at first, and then he shook his head: "It seems that your condition is much more serious than mine. How can there be a human face in the human body?"
"It's true." Chen Ge did not argue with Dr. Fang on this issue. He sat back on his hospital bed and began to think about which one was the real Dr. Fang, the Dr. Fang in front of him or the Dr. Fang in Dr. Fang's throat.
The ward became quiet, and neither patient spoke again.
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With the sun shining on his face, Chen Ge slept very comfortably last night.
"It's really easy to get addicted in the morning of this world." Chen Ge muttered words in a low voice that no one could understand, while he kept looking at the paradise outside the window.
Not long after, the ward door was pushed open, and Dr. Gao and Xu Wan walked in.
After not seeing him all night, Dr. Gao became even more haggard.
"Did you have nightmares last night?" Dr. Gao did not call Chen Ge's name and went straight to the topic. He seemed to be in a hurry.
"No, I slept until dawn." Chen Ge hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Doctor Gao, why do you always ask me if I have nightmares?"
"Dreams can often reflect a person's mental state." Dr. Gao sketched on a document, which seemed to be Chen Ge's case list. There was also a number written at the end of the list. Chen Ge couldn't see the number.
Of the first two digits, he only saw that the last digit of the number was the number "1".