My human identity was exposed by my evil wife.

Chapter 97: Okay, okay, you are not sick, you are not sick...

There are too many archival materials, all in paper form.

The name of the corresponding person is written on the side cover of each folder.

Jiang Che looked at the thick stacks of folders that everyone had. Some people even had several folders stacked together.

Do they have so much information?
Jiang Che casually pulled out a folder from the top file. He was familiar with this patient. He had died of illness before due to poor health. He was the same age as himself, but left so early.

"Call Ren Fengxiang." Jiang Che saw Xiong Jie sitting in front of the computer, turning on the computer and operating it.

He knew this device. Many medical staff had used it before, but unfortunately he didn't know how to use it.

I must learn this later. Jiang Che thought that he had a lot to learn while flipping through the file in his hand.

This is a very thick folder, wrapped in white plastic, containing a lot of information printed on A4 paper, some of which are bound together with the corresponding reports.

There was a note typed in bold on the book test and stuck on the side of the plastic book holder.

【profound】

[2017/03/29, bone marrow matching was successful...Based on the client’s treatment needs, we started to provide nutrition and exercise management for the donor...]
[2017/04/01, physical examination showed healthy, white blood cell index was slightly low, blood sugar was low...]
[2017/05/02, bone marrow transplant was successful...]
[2018/02/18, kidney matching was successful...Based on the client's treatment needs, we started to provide nutrition and exercise management for the donor...]
[2018/07……]
……

Behind each successful matching data, there are various examination reports and various matching human data. In addition, there are also price tags for each organ based on quality.

In addition, daily physical examination data are always recorded on it.

In addition to the report, there are many photos, physical data charts of the donor and the recipient, and the transplant matching success rate.

Jiang Che was not stupid. He had heard of organ transplantation. Even mental hospitals were constantly giving them scientific knowledge, saying that organ transplantation was a good thing. Many people would sign voluntary transplantation clauses after their death, as well as all kinds of brainwashing information.

They even signed a clause for voluntary transplantation after death.

At that time, Jiang Che didn’t care. He was going to die anyway, so what was the point?
Everyone in the hospital felt the same way, and he was very happy that he could make a contribution to society.

He held the documents with his fingers a little stiff.

I had a kidney transplant a few years ago, and a few years ago...

Jiang Che's memory began to recall. He remembered that there was indeed a time when he was still young and looked at Gao Shen's nutritious meals with envy. At that time, he went to see them, hoping that the nurse could give him some, but the nurse just said that it was not his turn yet and he could eat when it was his turn.

After that, Gao Shen disappeared for a while and then came back. He was in a very bad mental state during that period and always said that he was not feeling well.

Jiang Che just thought that he was eating nutritious meals because he was not in good health, and he didn't need to eat because he was in good health...

original……

Jiang Che's throat tightened and his fingers became stronger. The plastic book clip made a crackling sound and several cracks appeared.

He looked up at the densely packed documents in the archive room, and the incandescent light made him feel a little dizzy.

So all this information and all these years of examinations are for organ transplantation?
He had never been to the archives room before, and the people in the hospital didn't allow him to come.

What about Feng Xiang?

Since the time he heard that Ren Fengxiang was discharged from the hospital, there has been no news since then, and Jiang Che has been blaming him for not contacting him.

So... an idea emerged in Jiang Che's mind, and he didn't want to think about it anymore.

He searched for his friend's name with wide eyes, but he didn't dare to continue.

Xiong Jie also found the friend Jiang Che mentioned through the index.

Computer data showed that his friend had a kidney transplant two years ago, and on the day he passed away, he had a heart match.

Jiang Che's breathing became heavy. He raised his head and looked at the archive materials. His eyes scanned the row after row of cold iron cabinets. There were names on them that he was familiar with and some that he was not.

But he knew that these were the patients who came and went in the mental hospital. Then his eyes fell on his own name.

His data file was placed on the top. Jiang Che reached out to take it. The moment his fingers touched it, he paused, but still took it down.

【Jiang Che】

"Have you found it?" Xiong Jie asked when he saw that Jiang Che was in a strange state.

"No, I just saw myself." Jiang Che said as he opened the first page.

Xiong Jie was stunned for a moment and quickly searched Jiang Che's name.

Later, he also saw the corresponding information.

There is no thought of treating people here, so there is no treatment plan. What is written below are the control methods after testing, how to make the mentally ill patients more obedient and cooperate in doing certain things.

[Jiang Che: Suffering from mental paranoia, always fantasizes that he has a family. ]

[Control plan: Just tell him how to find his family, and he can be easily controlled. The patient's mental state is stable, he won't go crazy, he won't have a seizure, ...]

[2018/04/18 Kidney source matching is successful...According to the client's treatment needs, we started to provide nutrition and exercise management for the donor...]
Xiong Jie was stunned and looked back suddenly.

After a string of matching information, he saw four eye-catching words.

【Transplantation success】

Xiong Jie raised his head suddenly and saw Jiang Che standing in the middle of the filing cabinet. He looked a little surprised and pointed at the text on the document. It was a CT scan of his body, taken after the transplant was successful and Jiang Che felt better. It clearly showed that Jiang Che was missing a kidney on the left side of his lower back.

"Uncle Xiong, I seem to be missing a kidney." He stretched out his hand towards the asphalt-colored piece of paper and touched his left waist to compare the position.

There was indeed a wound on his waist.

He remembered that he did eat very well during that time.

Xiong Jie stood up and pulled up Jiang Che's clothes. He saw the cut on his waist at a glance.

With just one glance, he covered himself with his clothes.

At the same time, a cold voice suddenly sounded in Xiong Jie's mind. As a smart person, he could instantly tell that the voice was not as cheerful as before. If the master's voice sounded more easy-going before, then the voice now sounded uncertain.

Xiong Jie's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect that even though they were in another dimension, he could still feel the sense of urgency.

He also didn't expect that the master would have such a big reaction to this matter.

"Uncle Xiong, so are we all donors?" Jiang Che looked a little confused.

"Me?" He pointed at his nose. "Am I sick?" He pointed at the word "delusion".

"There are many people with mental illnesses, some of whom are not actually ill. For example, they are framed and locked up. They are said to be ill even though they are not. After a long time, they become ill."

"Where else can we find so many donors?"

"You're not sick."

Xiong Jie complained bitterly. He knew what Jiang Che meant by family. Now the lord was looking at him and Jiang Che was also asking questions. He was afraid that if he said something wrong, Jiang Che would go crazy on the spot.

He had no choice but to use the words that people often use to deceive mentally ill people, "Okay, okay, you are not sick, you are not sick..."

Jiang Che suddenly realized that the routine physical examinations over the years were not treatments in a mental hospital at all.

They even think that their search for family members is a delusion?

There is no such thing as conjecture!
I found my family!
I'm not sick at all!
(End of this chapter)