Biography of the Immortals

Chapter 2 When you come to the world, you need to see the sun more

Yan Xi was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes were glazed over, and his limbs were twitching uncontrollably.

A young nurse pushed Yan Xi into the ward, took him out of the wheelchair and put him on the bed, locked the door and left quietly.

Another day of scientific therapy is over.

Yan Xi never thought that he would go so deep into a mental hospital to experience the life of a mental patient.

The doctors here really treated him as a mental illness!

A few hours later, Yan Xi felt better, he climbed out of bed tremblingly, poured himself a glass of water, his hands were shaking, he only took a sip, and spilled the rest on his body.

Yan Xi couldn't help but feel sad. He remembered a poet who said: Come to the world, you should see the sun more.

He really wanted to look at the sun more, but the attending doctor didn't allow it.

Yan Xi still remembers what the poet said: From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person.Feed the horses, chop wood, travel the world...

He would like to, but his life now is: from that day on, he will be a mental villain.Injection, medicine, electroshock therapy...

The poet's most famous poem is: I have a house, facing the sea, where the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

Yan Xi is now: I live in a mental hospital, facing the white wall, all thoughts are lost.

He also wants to correspond with every relative...

But the phone was confiscated!

Now he doesn't even know if his girlfriend is gone.

After cooperating with the treatment for more than a week, Yan Xi could see from the attitudes of the doctors and nurses that his "condition" had not improved, and he had already lost confidence in "being discharged from the hospital after recovery".

He deeply felt that he could no longer "cooperate with treatment" like this, and if he continued to treat like this, he might really develop a mental illness.

After drinking the water, Yan Xi returned to the bed with difficulty, and rested for a while before regaining control of his body.

He moved his hands and feet a bit, his limbs were very disobedient, but they were generally functional, his brain was not very good, but it was enough to think about some simple problems.

In the first few days, he even imagined that after he was discharged from the hospital, he must open a new book related to the mental hospital. used.

Yan Xi really wanted to complain, these colleagues have never been mentally ill, why do they love to write about such unpopular subjects so much?Can't there be some way to live for a writer with life experience like him?

In the past few days, he has thought about it. If he had a choice, he would never touch anything related to mental illness in his life.

Yan Xi wrapped himself in a quilt, trying to make his body warmer, and said to himself: "Even if I like to write novels that are unfinished, and often eunuchs, can't you let my favorite idols collectively collapse? Can't all the wives at station B overturn their cars?" ?"

"Why do you want me to be mentally ill?"

"I can't stay here anymore, I want to escape."

"I'm still young, and I still have a future. My life can't just end like this."

This thought was born and could no longer be contained, Yan Xi clenched his fists tightly and made a decision.

He got out of bed, turned around the room, hid in a corner where the monitor couldn't scan, curled up and squatted down.

Yan Xi pressed his temples with both hands, and his brain suddenly started beating crazily. His brain seemed to be boiling like boiling. A poker-sized card.

The craftsmanship of this card is very exquisite, the material is a special alloy, very light and thin, with sharp edges and full of toughness.

On the front of the card is a very festive, chubby young Taoist priest, and on the back of the card is a majestic snow-capped mountain, majestic and somewhat mysterious.

Yan Xi didn't know how this thing came about, anyway, it was because of this card that he was able to experience the taste of traveling between two worlds, and escaped the tragic fate of being shot to death by a dog-headed monster on the spot.

Last time he traveled through the past and turned into a fat little Taoist priest. Although he was a little excited, he only experienced it for more than ten minutes, and then quickly retreated in panic.

After all, I went to a strange world. The feeling is hard to describe. It is definitely not the relaxed experience of the protagonists in the novel written by the author of the web novel.

Yan Xi didn't think before that, after traveling to another world, the protagonist quickly adapted to the environment, and there was nothing wrong with being active like a duck to water.

But after traveling through time by himself, it was hard for him to forget the fear that he couldn't get rid of.

Yan Xi is still a little afraid. He always feels that the ancient world is full of dangers. He even saw a coffin.

Unless he can encourage a few friends to embolden him, he will never dare to play time-travel again.

For example, survival in the wild with a script and living on a deserted island without a script are not the same concept. The former is for show, and the latter is for death.

If it wasn't for the life in the mental hospital, it would be hard to survive, and Yan Xi really didn't have the courage to sink the boat.

Gently stroking this strange card for a while, Yan Xi hesitated and hesitated, then gritted his teeth and pressed the card against his chest.

The danger of the alien world is unknown, and the mental hospital is really hard to survive.

In the next second, his body disappeared from the ward inch by inch as if erased by an eraser.

Although there was monitoring in the ward, it was afternoon, the doctor on day shift just got off work, and the doctor on duty at night was busy handing over, so no one noticed that a patient was missing.

The sun was setting, and the sky was getting dark. The mental hospital was not a lively place, but after nightfall, it was extraordinarily quiet, even the quietness was a bit scary.

Occasionally, some patients who are more manic and depressed will give out strange smiles, which further sets off the atmosphere of horror, which is out of the world.

Qinglongshan Mental Hospital is located in the outskirts of the city, and there are no residents around. Otherwise, the residents living in the vicinity may suffer from nervous breakdown.

The doctor on duty lay sleepily on the table, snoring lightly. A young man in sportswear, like a cat, walked silently, entered the room, took a white coat, and left quietly.

A few minutes later, the door of Yan Xi's ward squeaked and was pushed open. A young man in a white coat stepped in and quickly scanned the room. He didn't see anyone, so he couldn't help being slightly surprised and talking to himself. Said: "I checked the medical records, he lives in this ward?"

"Did he... cross time again?"

"It's going to be difficult."

"That character card must be taken back and cannot be left in the hands of ordinary people."

The young man checked the room briefly to make sure that there was really no one there. He wiped away the traces he had left, left in a hurry, and took off his white coat and hung it back to the original place when passing by the duty room.

He didn't go to the main entrance of the hospital, but found a remote corner, jumped up, like a big bird, climbed over the high wall, scraped the power grid, and fell into the night.

This skill is completely inhuman.

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