Ji Le has been to the Central Hospital too many times, but he still can't get used to the pungent smell of disinfectant and the depressing atmosphere.
Society does not encourage people to release useless emotions, so everyone waits for the diagnosis with a blank expression.
Even if everyone is suppressing their emotions, the invisible sense of depression will be naturally released. Under this kind of pressure, patients cannot cry loudly or shout, but can only accept it calmly. Everyone's negative emotions cannot be vented, making the atmosphere here even more depressed.
Ji Le walked through long corridors and headed to the Department of Neurology.
Department of Cranial Nervology: Cranial Nerve and Brain Terminal Implantation Department.
There are many patients with bandaged heads sitting on the benches in the corridor. Most of them came for treatment because of damage to the brain terminals caused by various external forces.
There are also some people who are holding their children. They are here to implant the most advanced brain terminals into their children, and strive to not lose at the starting line.
"You are finally here. You should have been here three hours ago. Regular treatment will be good for your condition."
The attending doctor's surname is Wen, and Ji Le usually calls him Dr. Wen.
Dr. Wen always wears a meticulous white uniform, his expression never has any emotional fluctuations, and he says the most correct things.
But he takes very good care of every patient.
"sit down."
Ji Le sat on the chair in the center of the consultation room, letting a translucent device cover his head.
A brain scanner can observe the condition of his brain in real time.
Since he was a child, he was found to have a shadow in his brain. At first, doctors thought it was a tumor, but after opening the skull, nothing was found. After the craniotomy, medical imaging was used again, only to find that the shadow was still there.
It exists in Ji Le's mind, but it doesn't seem to exist. Moreover, Ji Le would be given severe headaches every other month.
The most serious illness even cost him half of his life, thanks to the timely medical treatment.
Moreover, with this shadow, Ji Le could not install the brain terminal anyway - the doctor predicted that the brain terminal would have a severe rejection reaction with Ji Le's brain.
In the end, Ji Le could only go to the hospital every month when the disease occurred and use the most conservative method to suppress the headache symptoms.
Although the treatment fee is very expensive, Ji Le can barely afford it with medical insurance.
"I heard that you were fired from Philip's Company?" Dr. Wen asked casually while operating the instrument.
"Yeah." Ji Le didn't want to talk more about this matter.
"Why were you fired? Do you know how much your treatment depends on your job?"
"I found another way, don't worry."
"No other method can compare to Philip's company." Dr. Wen put some contacts on Ji Le's neck to test his physical condition. "What are your other options?"
"Let's start treatment directly, don't waste time." Ji Le replied.
Dr. Wen put on a soft hat for Ji Le. The control instrument was turned on, and with gentle vibrations, Ji Le felt his scalp being lightly touched, and a numbness came from the outside to the inside, relieving his pain.
After a few minutes, the treatment ends.
Just a few minutes, but it cost Ji Le 30,000 yuan.
Although he had been here many times, he still felt a pain in his body and had no choice but to survive.
"Okay, thank you doctor, I'm leaving."
Dr. Wen waved his hand and motioned for him to leave quickly: "You are no different from the first time I saw you. It's really sad."
This was the first time he had seen such an insufferable patient. He and Ji Le have known each other for such a long time, but he still didn't get any personal information out of each other's mouth. This made him feel that the distance between the two of them had not narrowed at all.
Although the other person is a patient, he has known her for so long, and he hopes that their relationship will not be so stiff.
"Coming here proves that my disease cannot be completely cured." Ji Le replied, and how could he be in the mood to chat with the doctor if he had to spend so much money.
Just as Ji Le was about to step out of the consultation room, an urgent alarm sounded.
Ji Le turned around: "What's going on?"
"There should be an emergency." Dr. Wen looked unhurried.
Ji Le sighed at Dr. Wen's ability to control his emotions. This kind of alarm sound seemed to indicate that a serious situation was occurring, and it was probably not that common in hospitals, but Dr. Wen was as calm as he was accustomed to.
Just like what society advocates, as an elite, Dr. Wen seems to have completely controlled those "excess" emotions.
"Then can I still leave?" Ji Le did not leave the consultation room.
"You can try?"
"I see something is wrong outside, aren't you afraid of an accident?"
"Anyway, I'm already here, so there's no point in being afraid. We shouldn't worry. We have dedicated people to handle it."
"But what if the person in charge can't fix it."
"That means I'm not the only one who will die, and there's no need to do anything." Dr. Wen sat on the chair and picked up the water glass, appearing to be at ease. "You should stay here too."
"I'm not going to sit around and wait for death."
Ji Le rolled his eyes and walked out of the consultation room.
The corridor outside the clinic, the departments, and even all the patients have completely changed.
Under natural light, bright areas become warmer and shadow areas become cooler. The object is coated with a layer of colorful oil paint, giving it a hazy beauty. Not only does the saturation increase, but it also becomes more distorted.
It's like the entire hospital has turned into a huge three-dimensional oil painting.
[You have entered an out-of-control box scene: the oil painting hospital.
Hazard level: C. 】
"This..." Ji Le became alert and stood there without moving, only turning his head slightly.
The consulting room was still normal, and Dr. Wen was looking at him in surprise.
The patients and doctors in the corridor were still walking in a hurry, seemingly unaware that they had become part of the painting.
Their figures become less clear, and when viewed up close, they appear to be composed of a bunch of colors.
But there are still some people who still maintain their appearance as real people and have not become part of the painting. At this point, they were awake and frightened, staying where they were.
When encountering such a situation, people who usually suppress their emotions finally release their true selves.
"I can't stand it anymore, I don't want to turn into an oil painting!" One of the patients seemed unable to bear doing nothing. He stood up and rushed towards the door quickly. "I don't want to stay here!"
Then he froze.
It seemed like an invisible eraser was erasing him. Starting from his feet, his calves, thighs, belly... began to disappear one by one, while he himself looked down in horror.
The eraser had reached his neck.
"Help..." Before he could send out a complete cry for help, it had been completely erased.
