Urban Feng Shui Master

Chapter 433 Mysterious Patient
On the other side, Tang Yi moved nimbly, from the veins to the back to the brain, checked Zeng Yifan back and forth with his hands and feet. Judging from the expression on his face, the result should be the same as that of Xiao Lang.

How could the vital signs of Zeng Yifan, who could speak and move, be uncertain?
"I'm really dead?" Zeng Yifan said to himself.

"It seems to be." Xiao Lang didn't even know what he was talking about.

"Snapped!"

I don't know whether it was because of being overly frightened or because it was a flashback just now, but Zeng Yifan suddenly collapsed straight up.

"I'm only responsible for killing the living." Gu Bulai shrugged, "As for bringing the dead back to life, of course I have to go to the hospital."

Regardless of the real environment or the space of thought, if you constantly switch between completely opposite situations, your mental state will easily reach a critical point. Therefore, some people will go crazy in reality, and some will collapse in thinking .

Maybe it's to protect them, maybe it's to protect others, in short, there is a place in this world to accommodate these people.

Dalv Sanyuan is such a place, a lively place full of singing, cursing and arguing.

A few days ago, a young man was sent to the intensive care unit of the third hospital. From the first day of admission, this man took medicine when he was supposed to take medicine, and ate when he was supposed to eat. Other than that, he slept with his head covered. Don't make trouble for others.

This is a patient who makes the nursing staff feel relieved, and sometimes even thinks that he is a normal person at all.

However, once the paramedics noticed that he was lying on the ground at night and counted, as if doing some calculations, and speculated that maybe this was why he was sent in.

The reason for relying on speculation is that this person's medical records are confidential, no one can see them, and no one knows why they should be kept secret. Anyway, he was personally arranged by the dean, so it seems better not to be curious about such a special situation.

No. [-], everyone called him that, and the name column on his admission registration card was blank at all.And the reason why he is called that is because he always draws two horizontal lines and three horizontal lines on the ground.

According to the nurse who cleaned the ward, the numbers [-] and those drawn on the ground looked like symbols in gossip, so some people boldly guessed that the number [-] must be someone who studied the Book of Changes. Deep enough to go mad.

There was once a good nurse who secretly asked No. [-] if he could count his fortune. No. [-] scratched his head, and told him not to take a bath that night.The nurse was so angry that he turned around and told people that I must take a bath tonight.

The next day, the man didn't come to work, and it was later learned that the water heater he bought had malfunctioned when the man went home to take a shower that night, and he was electrocuted to death.

Since then, nurses have often taken the opportunity to approach the ward of No. [-], wanting to ask what their future holds.However, the words of No. [-] did not always come true, but even so, the nurses of the Third Hospital still regarded him as a half-immortal.

The treatment of No. [-] is personally in charge of the dean. Almost every three days, the dean will take three new nurses to treat him, and he will always wear the special clothes for violent patients. bondage garment.

Of course, the dean of the third hospital is also a newcomer not long ago, and the place of treatment is in the dean's own research room, which is a restricted area of ​​the third hospital, and there are always two vicious security guards standing outside. near.

Slowly, the accuracy of No. [-]'s prediction became higher and higher. The careful nurses noticed two interesting things. As long as the dean gave him treatment once, the accuracy of his prediction would be a little higher.

This state lasted for about a month, until one day [-] did something that no one expected.

It was a weekend, most of the time, the nursing staff were a little lazy, except for the few unlucky ones who were assigned to be on duty, everyone else was already getting ready to go home from get off work early.

Also, staying with a bunch of crazy people every day, maybe one day I will become crazy too.

On this day, No. [-] happened to be undergoing treatment in the research room. After the treatment, two security guards and nursing staff "escorted" him back to the ward as usual.

Just as they passed the patient's activity room, the two patients suddenly started fighting, and the nursing staff next to them hurried up to fight.

At this moment, Number [-] suddenly went berserk, and roared loudly.As he roared, the rest of the patients also roared one after another, and panic spread like an invisible infectious virus.

No matter in the activity room, in the corridor or in the closed room, the patients have all fallen into a state of extreme madness. Some of them bite people with red eyes, some pick up the things at hand and smash them when they see them, and some patients rush. Go to the paramedics in charge of security and snatch the sticks from their hands.

Several experienced old nurses were so frightened that their feet were weak, because they knew that what happened before their eyes was the most terrifying "camp scream". The reason is that the air is not circulating or the spirit is extremely depressed. The manic explosion of one person leads to the restlessness of the group, and the consequences are often countless casualties.

In a mental hospital, once this happens, it will be hundreds of times more terrifying than the army and prisons. Patients with mental defects will riot wildly in large numbers. In contrast, the number of security personnel and Nurses simply cannot control such a scene.

Fortunately, this madness lasted less than 10 minutes, and the patient gradually returned to normal.

While counting, the nurses found that [-] seemed to have disappeared without leaving any traces.What was even more strange was that not only the three new nurses who had been treating No. [-] disappeared, but even the dean disappeared inexplicably.

"Just throw him here like this?" A scholar wearing glasses was still a little worried.Beside him, two men, one old and one young, were equally puzzled.

"Currently, only five of the six doors have been opened, and there is one door that must be broken through by himself, so this catastrophe must be experienced." A rough man in his 50s said.

"The great way of divination is nothing more than that, it can't even save my own apprentice." The scholar wearing glasses squeezed.

"If it wasn't for my foresight, would you be able to enter the Third Hospital so easily to treat this girl? Isn't it because of this thing?"

The rough man said, and spread his hands. On his hand was a key-shaped jade stone, on which a crawling short-tailed dragon was carved.

Pu Lao, the fourth son of the dragon, is easily angered and roars like thunder.

This is what He Chengdong used to exchange his life with Lao Huo five years ago.Of course, there has been no reaction to this thing in the past five years, but since Zeng Yifan went to participate in the divination competition, Lao Huo found that he can't control it a little bit, and it can make people crazy from time to time.

Besides the mental hospital, Lao Huo didn't know where else he could temporarily store this thing.Besides, he calculated that within half a month, Zeng Yifan would also come to join him.

It's just that he didn't count, the Zeng Yifan who came here was almost a useless person.

Fortunately, Gu Bulai removed the rest of the evil spirit from Zeng Yifan's body, and after experiencing one death, the Liumen was completely in a state of nothingness.With the help of Tang Yi and the others, for a whole month, the four of them brought Zeng Yifan from a half-dead man to life.

What would an unconscious world look like?It may be a kind of death-like silence, or it may be a different kind of tranquility, or it may be a kind of detached emptiness.

Zeng Yifan couldn't explain this point.

Sight, smell, taste, hearing, these normal human sensory functions disappeared from him in an instant.

"Am I still alive?" Zeng Yifan thought slowly in a dark and empty world, the feeling of loss of strength made his whole body fall into a limp feeling.

"Am I dead?" No feeling could remind him that the state of "alive" has lost its necessary reference.

Is this what death is like?A little unwilling, a little disappointed, but there is an unprecedented tranquility.

"But why can I still think?" An unprecedented sense of fear suddenly surrounded Zeng Yifan. Do I want to think endlessly in the dead darkness? !

Fear slowly turned into despair, Zeng Yifan subconsciously opened his mouth and roared, but the surroundings were still dead silent, all he could feel was a tearing pain in his throat.At the same time, he felt a slight coolness on his skin, which was the feeling of wind blowing, and when he carefully distinguished, he could already feel that his body was being lifted by several arms.

"I'm not dead! I still have a sense of touch!" But this feeling only made Zeng Yifan excited for a few seconds. If it was just like this, he would be a living dead at best. Maybe real death is better for him than survival.

"I'm still alive, I only have the sense of touch!" Whether he could hear it or not, he shouted "silently", "If you can't cure me, kill me!"

In this way, he kept yelling, I don't know how many times he yelled.

Death is not an easy task for many people, either they can't let go of this, or they can't let go of that.Of course, more people still feel that they have not lived enough.But about death, almost no one can really say why, and even those who have had near-death experiences describe only a scene similar to hallucinations.

It can be said that death is both mysterious and terrifying.

At this time, Zeng Yifan has a different attitude towards death. He is in a situation where only thinking and touch exist, and he will always fall into darkness and silence and can only be passively beaten.If he really had the right to choose, he would only choose death.

The irony is that he doesn't have this right, he doesn't even know where he is now or who is around him.

Zeng Yifan stopped talking, saying anything was superfluous.Besides, with his current mood, he didn't want to speak at all.

People often have a common problem. In a completely quiet situation, if they are not asleep, their thoughts will become extremely active.

Zeng Yifan's thoughts are very active. It is not an exaggeration to say that his brain is like a large computer running high calculations at this moment, and all past events, experiences, memories and various thoughts are pouring out.

If he could understand the cause and effect in this state, it might bring some changes to Zeng Yifan's current situation, or at least let him find some ways to deal with it.

Regrettably, things always happened at critical moments. Zeng Yifan, who was trying to concentrate his thoughts, found that he couldn't restrain the thoughts that kept pouring out. If the brain was running calculations at the beginning, it was completely out of control now. It's like a maglev train that can't brake, rushing towards an invisible target.

Zeng Yifan could even feel the whirling sensation that can only be experienced in a high-speed vehicle, and a cluster of pitifully few awake brain cells gave him a warning that he was about to faint.

Fainted?Unconscious?Ah, very good.Zeng Yifan thought with the last small cluster of brain cells, it was the same before, when he fainted and then woke up, everything will be different, whether it is good or bad, it is always a change.

He even began to relax his body, preparing for the arrival of fainting, like a person who has been insomniac for a long time and is waiting for sleepiness to invade his whole body.

"You really decided?" A clear voice sounded in his ear, "This will make you lose a lot."

hearing!Hearing back? !Zeng Yifan was shocked all over, and his eyes that were originally closed opened suddenly.

A piece of soft light appeared in front of his eyes, the soft feeling made Zeng Yifan feel that it was not dazzling.

The line of sight gradually became clearer, and a figure swayed like a group of jumping will-o'-the-wisps.

very familiar feeling...

"Who are you?" Zeng Yifan asked dumbly while distinguishing the other party's identity, "Where am I?"

"Who am I? This question is very creative." The figure smiled vaguely in Zeng Yifan's eyes. It was a smiling face separated by many veils, still familiar and yet unfamiliar.

Sitting up, Zeng Yifan rubbed his eyes subconsciously, but it didn't make him see more clearly, although he could already slightly distinguish the outline of the man's body and facial features.

"I seem to know you... I should have seen you before." Zeng Yifan tried his best to search for this blurred face in his memory, but his brain, which was still functioning just now, seemed to be filled with thick paste.

"Of course you know me, and you have known me for 25 years." The figure took another step closer, holding some weird things in his hand.

Zeng Yifan tried his best to look at the things in his hands, and they looked familiar, but he also couldn't remember where he saw them.

Compared with those things, what Zeng Yifan wanted to know more was the identity of that person and the meaning of his words.

How did I get into this person's hands after I lost my feeling?Why do I feel familiar with those things and that person?

Or... I am in the so-called underworld?

"You don't remember?" The man was taken aback by Zeng Yifan's answer, but he laughed again, "Yes, yes, you don't remember, the people who have been closed six doors want to break through the six doors again , It will indeed be like rebirth."

(End of this chapter)