The Mysterious Recovery: A Doctor's Tour

Chapter 178 Real and fake world?

Yang Jian was also a little confused at this time, even he himself didn't expect the headquarters to be so outrageous this time, why did it suddenly change?
"Cao Yanhua changed sex?" Yang Jian asked.

"The order was issued directly by the minister. The circle of friends is too rampant. Except for a few people who have interests in the circle of friends, all the people who participated in the meeting voted, and those who were involved chose to abstain." Cao Yang said.

Yang Jian felt like he was empty-handed. He was ready to wash out his circle of friends, but now he couldn't find a place to vent.

But he can't blame the headquarters, after all, this time the headquarters can be said to have avenged him by means of thunder.

In this depressed mood, he didn't even bother to trouble Jiang Shangbai. He never looked at him directly, but he was just a flower in the greenhouse and couldn't make any waves.

Yang Jian thought for a while, he had to find something to do, take advantage of this special situation, maximize the benefits, and find a way to solve the side effects of using the music box.

The ringtone of the music box echoed in his mind. Although this curse could last for several days, it was just a matter of luck, which was unpredictable.

On the other side, Gao Tiancheng found a place to sleep and slept soundly in the current tense situation.

The next day, he returned to Danan City by plane, and returned to the state of playing games when he had nothing to do.

The news about Yang Jian's attack and the annihilation of the circle of friends at the headquarters shocked the entire spiritual circle.

Those non-governmental organizations that looked down on the headquarters in the past and felt that the headquarters would only get along with each other suddenly disappeared a lot. Some organizations that have done too much to the city leaders should apologize and apologize.

Two days passed in a hurry, and on this day Chen Shumei received a notice asking Xiong Wenwen to go to Dajing City to perform a mission.

She took Xiong Wenwen to find Gao Tiancheng immediately.

Gao Tiancheng naturally agreed, this was the condition agreed in advance.

As for the headquarters, there is naturally no reason to refuse. After all, it is a bloody profit for Xiong Wenwen to exchange for a captain-level shot.

Ever since, Gao Tiancheng arrived in Dajing City by plane that day.

There are not many people involved in the incident against ghost paintings, because Dajing City is not peaceful at this time, and someone needs to deal with the ghost paintings that appear one after another.

The ghost painting incident is not a ghost accident incident, and many people are of little use, and it may even hinder it.

Li Jun and Liu San were in charge of leading the team. The members included Li Yang, who had just become a ghost master, and Chen Yi, one of the heads of Dajing City.

Now with the addition of Gao Tiancheng, the chances of winning are naturally higher. Even if they encounter unimaginable dangers, they will not suffer heavy losses.

Inside a laboratory.

Wang Xiaoming and Wei Jing sat in the observation room and stared at the situation in the laboratory.

In the laboratory are Yang Jian and Guo Fan. This is a contest, a contest of life and death. Yang Jian will be able to get rid of the curse of the music box if he lives, and Guo Fan will get all the supernatural powers of Yang Jian if he lives, and he will be directly promoted to The top ghost master.

This contest has been going on for a long time.

The black and white portrait belonging to Yang Jian on the strange spiritual seat beside him, at this time, blood seeped out continuously, and the blood soon covered Yang Jian's portrait, and his appearance could no longer be seen clearly.

The blood flowed down and soaked the spirit seat, staining the originally dirty and blackened spirit seat red, as if a layer of red paint had been applied.

The vibration of the ghost coffin intensified again, and even jumped up from the ground several times. The thick wooden plank was thrown to pieces, and the ground was covered with sawdust. Tolerable limit.

The blood was still seeping, covering the black and white portrait, and dripping on the ground to form a small puddle of blood.

The pool of blood is gradually spreading and deepening, the portrait is like a rootless duckweed.

"There are still 8 minutes." Wang Xiaoming looked at the time, and then at the music box on the other side.

The music box has not changed in any way until now, it is still the same, showing the open appearance, which shows that the curse has not dissipated.

The time given by the human skin paper is 12:11, and now it is 52:[-].

Wang Xiaoming looked at the supernatural phenomena that kept appearing in the laboratory, and felt that the ghost coffin might not last until twelve o'clock.

The phenomenon of spiritual intrusion became more and more obvious, the light was dim, and the light outside couldn't shine in at all, and the inside was gradually falling into darkness.

In the last 5 minutes, the laboratory was completely shrouded in darkness.

The spirit of the ghost coffin spread out, like the ghost domain of the ghost messenger, it was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers.

The restriction of the ghost coffin completely failed, Wang Xiaoming thought so, this result was within his expected range.

The remaining ghosts in the ghost coffin may not be able to suppress the ghost in Yang Jian's body, but this laboratory room can temporarily replace the ghost coffin to suppress the out-of-control Yang Jian.

Wang Xiaoming has already made preparations, this floor has been blocked, even if the spiritual power leaks, it will be difficult to affect the outside.

There was Wei Jing watching from the side, needless to say how terrifying a special alien is.

"There are still 3 minutes." Wang Xiaoming checked the time again.

At this moment, blackened palms appeared on the glass window of the room again. These palms squirmed on the window, as if they were looking for a gap and wanted to seep out from inside.

"Boom-boom-boom,"

There was another loud noise in the room. The sound changed, and it sounded like a living person was slamming against the door wall.

And there was only one thing capable of hitting the door, and that was Yang Jian's corpse.

"There are still 2 minutes." Wang Xiaoming's expression became more serious. He had a hunch that Yang Jian's body must not be allowed to escape from the inside, otherwise unimaginable consequences would occur.

Under such an impact, a gap appeared in the sealed room, and scarlet blood seeped out and flowed along the ground.

"Back." Wang Xiaoming looked at the seeping blood and signaled Wei Jing not to approach.

Without any hesitation, Wei Jing stepped back and stayed away from the laboratory for the time being.

On the other side, Gao Tiancheng took a special car to the headquarters building. He was going to meet Li Jun, Liu San and others instead of Xiong Wenwen, and then go to restrict the ghost painting incident.

Gao Tiancheng has been to the headquarters building many times. When he walked through a corridor, he saw a very strange man.

It was a man in a black suit with a square face.

Gao Tiancheng recalled this face in his mind but couldn't remember it. He subconsciously thought of Li Leping, but his figure was not the same.

This strange situation made him stop and take a few more glances.

Feeling dizzy, Gao Tiancheng seemed to be attracted, that face was like an abyss, as if it would pull his entire consciousness into it and swallow it completely.

I don't know how long it took, but when he came back to his senses, that person had disappeared. Looking at the current time, he quickly walked into a conference room.

Sitting in the meeting room were Li Jun, Liu San, Li Yang, and Chen Yi.

Wang Xiaoming and Deputy Minister Cao Yanhua did not appear.

There are many documents on the table, and the plan for restricting planning has been formulated. They are here to familiarize themselves with the plan and then implement it.

Afterwards, several staff members took out a ghost painting that was imprisoned.

Li Jun took out a rusty doorknob from his pocket.

A blinding white light lit up.The shaky Gao Tiancheng couldn't open his eyes. When the discomfort disappeared, what he opened his eyes was the white light above his head, and the smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils.

This seems to be a hospital?
Gao Tiancheng felt confused, he felt weak all over, and subconsciously wanted to prop himself up.

At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open.

When a beautiful female nurse saw Gao Tiancheng who had opened her eyes, she dropped the notebook in her hand to the ground. Her face was full of disbelief, and she trotted, shouting all the way that the patient in bed 82 had woken up.

After a while, hurried and dense footsteps sounded in the corridor.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and doctors and nurses in white coats came in pushing various instruments.

Gao Tiancheng was stunned, and just as he was stunned, several nurses inserted various tubes from the instrument into his body.

"No, what are you doing?"

Gao Tiancheng wanted to stop him, but his voice startled even himself, the voice was too weak.

"Don't talk to the 82-bed patient. You have been lying in bed for half a year. It is normal to be weak. We are checking your body now." A doctor wearing a mask reminded him gently.

As soon as these words came out, Gao Tiancheng's resistance became more intense.

"Who the hell are you? Why am I here? I'm clearly on a mission!" Gao Tiancheng roared, but his tone was very weak.

"The patient can't be so emotional, sedative, give him a sedative." A Mediterranean doctor hurriedly shouted.

Soon, a nurse injected the prepared sedative into Gao Tiancheng's body.

"How can this ghost painting be so outrageous? What kind of supernatural event is this?" Gao Tiancheng continued.

"Increase the dose, and don't make the other party too emotional." The Mediterranean doctor continued.

Gao Tiancheng glared at Doctor Mediterranean, wanting to kill him.

After the double dose injection, he regained his calm. He tried to use the supernatural power in his body, but to no avail.

For more than half an hour, Gao Tiancheng seemed to be playing with the fish on the chopping board over and over again.

The Mediterranean doctor said, "It's very rare. I saw the film taken by this patient at the time. I saw it myself. It was almost impossible for him to wake up, but he woke up now. This is simply a miracle."

Another doctor added, "Who said it wasn't?"

At this moment, a female nurse interjected, "Sister Xiuqin knows this news, can't she be so happy?"

Another younger nurse asked, "Sister Xiuqin? The mother of the high school student who was hit by a car half a year ago?"

"It's her. Her son was hit by a car accident half a year ago and turned into a vegetative state. The driver committed suicide by taking poison and has no relatives. Sister Xiuqin can only suffer from being dumb. The family used to be harmonious and beautiful, but now the husband and wife both have gray hair. " said the female nurse who interrupted.

"Notify the patient's family now," said the doctor in the Mediterranean Sea.

"I'll notify you right away." The female nurse left the ward quickly.

In a luxuriously decorated villa.

"Sister Gao, your phone." A rich woman walked into the kitchen and handed an old-fashioned mobile phone to a middle-aged woman wearing an apron.

The middle-aged woman wiped her hands with her apron, took the phone and saw that it was a call from the hospital, her heart sank, but she still took the call bravely.

"boom."

The sound of the phone falling to the ground sounded, and the woman on the side asked curiously, "Sister Gao, what happened?"

"I...my son is awake!" the middle-aged woman murmured with her mouth wide open.

"That's a good thing. I'll give you a leave of absence right now. You go to the hospital to see your son." The rich woman said.

The woman named Sister Gao quickly bowed to thank her, but she didn't refuse, because he really wanted to see how his son was doing.

Taking off the apron and putting it aside, she picked up her mobile phone, quickly left the villa, and rushed towards the urban hospital.

On the way, I called my husband. When the husband heard the news that his son had woken up, he was also unbelievable. He also asked for leave and rushed to the hospital.

Although Gao Tiancheng was conscious, the sedative hadn't passed and he couldn't move his body.

The ghost he controls is as if it has disappeared, and the ability to cultivate truth has no effect.

After an unknown period of time, the effects of the medicine gradually wore off, and Gao Tiancheng regained his bodily consciousness, but he still felt tired and weak.

At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a middle-aged couple walked in.

The men's hair was almost completely white, even the beards.

The condition of the woman is better, but half of her hair is also gray.

The two rushed to Gao Tiancheng's bedside, and the woman's tears flowed down like a bank.

"Tian Cheng, how do you feel? You're awake!" the woman said while holding Gao Tiancheng's hand.

The man was similar at the moment, but he didn't cry, but his eyes were red.

Gao Tiancheng was inexplicably irritable when he heard the crying voice in his ear, and an unknown fire arose in his heart.

"Who the hell are you? Are you the source ghost? I admit that the ghost is suppressed. If you want to kill or cut it, it's up to you." Gao Tiancheng said.

"Tian Cheng, what do you mean? I am your mother! He is your father." The woman said.

"Are you playing tricks on me? My mother died a long time ago, and my father was trapped in a theater building. I can't be humiliated. I have no strength to resist now. Give me a good time." Gao Tiancheng said angrily.

The woman was taken aback when she heard the words, and ran out quickly.

After a while, a group of doctors in white coats walked into the ward.

"I beg you to save my son. He doesn't seem to remember us, and he keeps talking nonsense, saying that his parents are already dead, and he is talking about the source ghost, or something." The woman narrated.

The Mediterranean doctor pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "It is very likely that it is indirect amnesia, but it does not rule out the case of split personality. After all, the symptoms of this kind of nonsense do not seem to be indirect amnesia."

"Then doctor, what should my son do?" the woman asked quickly.

"This...may be temporary. His body is very weak now. He needs to take care of himself in the hospital first, and then he will see a psychiatrist when he gets better," said Dr. Mediterranean.

"Can't the hospital cure it?" The woman continued to ask.

"The brain is an extremely complex system, and there are many unknown areas that humans cannot explore at all, such as the fine structure and function of the brain, and how the brain produces thinking and consciousness." Dr. Mediterranean explained.

"You are the source ghost, you are so fucking cowardly! Is it interesting to play with me?" Gao Tiancheng weakly pointed at Doctor Mediterranean and cursed.

(End of this chapter)