"Why are we sent to the hospital? Why..."
A group of scary-looking patients all gathered around.
Dr. Zhao's eyes grew wider and wider.
"Don't... don't come here... don't... ah..."
From the underground garage, bursts of heart-rending shouts came out.
…
The second floor of the hospital on the other side was completely silent at the moment.
The light in the corridor is very dark. It seems that the white floor tiles are a little yellow due to their long use, and there are still some dirt on them that cannot be removed.
There are traces of heavy objects being dragged on the ground.
The walls on both sides were peeling off, and the doors of some departments were in tatters, as if no one had used them for a long time.
Compared with the white and clean first floor, this place looks more shabby and real.
Entering the second floor rashly from the first floor will give people a sense of absurdity, as if they were walking directly from a modern hospital into an old and dilapidated hospital from the 1980s that still exists today.
It may even make people suspicious.
Is this a hospital that has long been abandoned, and everything on the first floor is fake.
In this kind of worry, the patient's heart will become increasingly depressed.
This itself is also one of the hospital's treatment methods. Everything on the second floor is deliberately creating a psychological suggestion. From the moment the patient goes upstairs, the so-called special treatment has already begun!
There is a black iron door at the end of these abandoned departments with the words "Special Treatment Room" written on it.
In the treatment room.
A patient and doctor sit opposite each other.
The light was very dark, and there was only one hanging lamp above their heads. The light, which was not too bright, enveloped a circular area.
Among them, there are eight stools.
At this time, the doctor with Chinese character face, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, and playing with a silver pocket watch, was sitting there in a relaxed posture, looking at the patient with a smile: "Then our treatment will officially start, on the 7th?"
"Dr. Luo, when I came here just now, I seemed to see..." No. 7 hesitated for a moment, but finally said it: "There is something in a department!"
Dr. Luo raised an eyebrow: "There is something, what do you mean?"
"It's just... dirty stuff!" No. 7's face turned pale: "One of the department windows was broken, and I clearly saw a woman inside, and she was smiling at me!"
"This is normal. No. 7. It may be that your condition has worsened again." Dr. Luo paused before speaking meaningfully.
"But doctor..." No. 7 hesitated.
His doubts actually went far beyond that.
The doctor brought him up very early tonight, but kept saying that there was someone in the treatment room, and let him wander around on the second floor first.
During this period, No. 7 saw a lot of things that were horrifying to think about.
He found very light bloody fingerprints on the door of a department, heard cries for help outside a house marked as a utility room, and when he went to the toilet to wash his face, he always felt that there was someone standing behind him... …
Discovery like this made No. 7 feel more and more that the second floor might not be clean, and he also began to doubt whether there would be problems on the first floor as well.
Will the roommate I sleep with every day also have problems?
In short, the few hours before the official treatment had already caused him to suffer to the extreme, his brain became increasingly confused, and his own symptoms seemed to be significantly aggravated.
"Don't think too much. Your illness has become more and more serious recently. Only with good treatment can you get relief." Dr. Luo spoke, interrupting No. 7's thinking.
"Come, look at this watch, stare at the second hand carefully, and carefully calculate how long it has passed."
He opened the pocket watch cover and heard a pleasant "ding" sound.
No. 7’s attention was instantly attracted.
"Count with me, one second, two seconds, three seconds..."
"One second, two seconds, three seconds..."
No. 7 spoke involuntarily. As he recited more and more numbers, his vision began to blur. Gradually, only the watch in the doctor's hand remained in his eyes.
The dial seems to be getting bigger.
Until the end, his entire world seemed to be filled with this watch.
No. 7's voice became more dull and mechanical. He no longer just counted seconds, but instinctively nodded, repeated, and agreed to whatever the doctor said.
"You can answer whatever I ask next, without any concealment."
"What do you ask, what will I answer? Okay, I am willing." No. 7 said blankly.
"Ding"
The dial was closed with a crisp sound, and No. 7's expression regained some intelligence, but he was still staring at the pocket watch.
At this time, Dr. Luo smiled and asked.
"No. 7, what are you most afraid of?"
"I'm most afraid of... the elderly, children, and black plastic bags." No. 7 answered truthfully.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Affective disorder, very indifferent to people and things." No. 7 answered again.
These two questions are used to test whether hypnosis is successful.
After hearing this, Dr. Luo took a look at the medical record in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and continued to ask: "No. 7, what is the most impressive and unforgettable thing in your life?"
"They can be a thrilling experience, the most vicious thing you've ever done, or the most terrifying memory."
"Remember every detail of that time and tell me carefully, okay?"
"Okay..." No. 7 nodded blankly and recalled it seriously.
After a moment, he said: "Once I went to the countryside to deliver goods. It was winter, the road was very dark, and there were no street lights in remote areas."
"On the way back, I bumped into an old man. The food and rice in the thermos she was carrying spilled all over the floor. She must have been rushing overnight to deliver food to someone."
"She was knocked back more than a meter by me, her head was broken, and her legs seemed to be broken. She was lying on the ground yelling and screaming."
"I drove the car and ran away, but before I got very far, I noticed in the rearview mirror that the old man sat up and stared at the direction I left. She was taking down my license plate number!"
"I didn't dare to run away like that, so I reversed the car and ran it back and forth twice. I didn't leave until I couldn't hear the screams anymore."
"Actually, I was very scared and nervous at the time. My palms were all sweaty. I was scared to death!"
"If someone finds out, I'm doomed."
After listening to No. 7's story, Dr. Luo smiled: "No. 7, this is not your fault. Your disease itself is a lack of emotion and a loss of empathy. You don't have to be mentally burdened. You are right and you are wrong... … It’s just a disease.”
No. 7 was stunned for a moment, and the remaining trace of guilt disappeared in his eyes: "Thank you, doctor, I feel much better after telling this matter."
"It's okay. There will be follow-up treatment later, which will make you completely relieved." Dr. Luo said meaningfully.
At this time, in the darkness, a man in a white coat walked out. As he approached step by step, his figure slowly became rickety, and he actually turned into an old woman.
The old woman sat down on a stool, holding a lunch box in her hand. On the lunch box was a photo of another old man.
"What else?" Dr. Luo glanced at the old man from the corner of his eye and continued to ask.
No. 7 kept looking at Dr. Luo and his pocket watch, seemingly unaware of the old man's appearance.
"Another time, I rented in an old community..."
