Zheng Weiwei is a doctor at the Donghai Mental Health Center.
But she was recently seconded by her leader to a strange place called the Quantum Intelligence Institute.
In a building called Building C, he and other doctors were responsible for the treatment of several mental patients.
The patient she was responsible for was a young patient named Lin Xing.
Looking at the other party's medical records, Zheng Weiwei shook her head and said regretfully in her heart: "She is so sick at such a young age."
But the strange thing is that it has been many days since she arrived in Building C, but the patient is missing. Even after she asked her superiors, they just asked her to wait in peace.
Although this situation was a bit strange, Zheng Weiwei didn't go into it because she could just go to work and make fish every day.
One day ago, it seemed that the other party was finally sent to the ward, and Zheng Weiwei also planned to correct her attitude and start her work.
But before she came into contact with the patient, she was called over by the leader.
The leader named Lu Ming looked at her kindly, and after some pleasantries, he said, "Xiao Zheng, are you going to contact Lin Xing this afternoon?"
"I would like to remind you here that Lin Xing is a patient with severe mental illness. You should not believe anything he says."
Zheng Weiwei smelled a strange smell from this sentence. No doctor needs to be reminded not to believe what a mental patient says.
Lu Ming continued: "Don't believe anything he says, but don't show any doubt. This may stimulate his condition and produce worse consequences."
"Your predecessor was transferred out of here because of improper treatment that aggravated Lin Xing's condition."
Hearing this, Zheng Weiwei reacted: "My predecessor... was Dr. Chu Qingxin, right? Did she irritate the patient?"
Lu Ming nodded: "She tried to find the cause of Lin Xing's illness and wanted to actively intervene in Lin Xing's imagination, but in the end, she further aggravated Lin Xing's condition."
"Now we invite you to come over. We don't expect you to cure him. The key is to ask you to observe his mental state, especially in terms of violent tendencies and changes in outlook."
"As for what he imagined, it doesn't matter."
Zheng Weiwei nodded thoughtfully: "I understand."
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The first time I met him was at one o'clock in the afternoon.
Zheng Weiwei looked at the fair-skinned young man in front of her and found it difficult to associate him with a mental patient.
The other party did not have the unusual behavior of ordinary patients. Instead, he looked calm, smiled, and always exuded an extremely normal aura.
But from the way the nurses and security guards looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, Zheng Weiwei felt that the young man in front of her was not a simple person.
"Lin Xing, right? Hello, my name is Zheng Weiwei, and I am your new doctor."
"Hello, Dr. Zheng. Where is Dr. Chu?"
Zheng Weiwei replied: "Dr. Chu has been transferred away for some matters. I am now responsible for your treatment."
The other party sighed: "It's a pity. I haven't seen her for a long time. I still want to talk to her when I come back this time."
Zheng Wei smiled and said, "You can also talk to me."
The other party was about to speak, but the next moment he frowned, as if he had thought of something. After thinking about it for a moment, he said, "I... used to have dreams every day."
Zheng Weiwei asked: "What kind of dream?"
The other party said slowly: "I dreamed that I was on a battlefield. I kept going to fight every day to kill enemies or be killed."
Zheng Weiwei nodded: "You said you dream about it every day? Are these dreams continuous with each other?"
The other party nodded, then suddenly shook his head: "How should I put it...it is repeated over and over again. Every time I am killed, I will be resurrected, and then rush to the battlefield again, killing the enemy until I am killed."
Zheng Weiwei said: "You mean... reincarnation?"
"Yes, you can say that."
Zheng Weiwei said: "Then what's the problem?"
The other party thought for a while and said, "Those dreams are too long."
Zheng Weiwei asked doubtfully: "Too long?"
The other party said: "Fight to the death, fight to the death, I will repeat this cycle thousands or even tens of thousands of times every day."
Zheng Weiwei said in surprise: "You said... tens of thousands of times? Do you dream about your own reincarnation tens of thousands of times every day?"
The other party nodded and continued: "I haven't counted the specific number of times, but it's probably like this."
"I know you may doubt the authenticity of what I say, but please assume that this matter is true first, and then discuss the problems I will encounter next."
Zheng Weiwei said quickly: "I don't believe you. Before there is conclusive evidence, I will not deny what happened to you. You can continue to talk about what problems you encountered."
The young man nodded, as if he was remembering something, and said slowly: "The constant rounds of fighting every day have made my memory of the real world blurry."
Zheng Weiwei said: "You mean you have symptoms of memory impairment?"
The young man shook his head and sighed: "You still haven't been able to completely enter my state. This is not memory impairment, but a normal phenomenon."
Under Zheng Weiwei's puzzled eyes, the young man explained: "Look, I have to fight tens of thousands of times every day. Even if I only fight for fifteen minutes each time, I have to fight for hundreds of thousands of minutes every day. That's one or two years." ”
"If you think about it again, I feel like I have been fighting on a battlefield for a year or two every day, completely separated from the real world."
"When this kind of life lasts for half a month, a month, or even more time, what state will I be in?"
The other party said in a deep voice: "For me, I have been away from the real world for many years. Everything in this world has become both familiar and distant in my eyes..."
Seeing the other party's depressed expression, Zheng Weiwei tried to comfort her: "I can prescribe you some medicine to try to prevent you from having that kind of dream."
But the other party waved his hand: "There is no way to stop this dream, but the problem now is that I find that the memory in the dream is constantly squeezing my memory in reality."
He looked at Zheng Weiwei seriously: "A person's character, outlook on life, and even morality are all closely related to his or her own memory. Do you think that if a person continues to experience killing and being killed in his dreams for several years, what effect will it have on him? What kind of impact will it have?”
Feeling the other person's gaze, Zheng Weiwei's breath suddenly suffocated, and she felt as if she was being immobilized by some kind of beast. It wasn't until the other person shifted her gaze that her body gradually relaxed.
At this moment, she suddenly couldn't help but think: "If what he said is true, is this the look he will have after killing countless people?"
Swallowing her saliva and recalling what the other party said, Zheng Weiwei said thoughtfully: "What you said may indeed happen. If the time in the dream continues to extend, and even eventually exceeds the time you spend in reality, you may become more and more confused." Adapting to the environment of that battlefield and feeling obviously uncomfortable with the real world.”
The other party nodded: "Yes, it's just discomfort, no, it's more than discomfort. After returning to the real world after a long period of fighting, I felt that something was wrong with our world."
Zheng Weiwei said: "Is something wrong?"
The other party shook his head: "I know you can't understand it. Just like when I was a child, I received my father's teachings and became accustomed to it. People cannot escape the environment and realize their own problems..."
Zheng Weiwei's face suddenly looked a little strange: "Um...you talk about your father's teachings since childhood?"
Lin Xing nodded: "Is there any problem?"
Zheng Weiwei asked: "Can you always see your father?"
Lin Xing frowned and said, "I have been raised by my father since I was a child. He only went abroad to work after I went to college. Of course I could see him every day before."
Zheng Weiwei did not answer hastily, but looked at the information in her hand and said in a strange tone: "But according to the information I have, you are an orphan and grew up in an orphanage. You...should not know your own..." Who is the biological father?"
(End of chapter)
