I Herd Gods in Another World

I don't know if it's because the pressure of this society is too great, or because mental illness is too easy to use, or both.

Nowadays, people are prone to depression, especially Internet celebrities, the more fans they have, the more depressed they are.

I heard that depression patients account for almost 20% of the country's population, and no mental illness seems to be out of touch with society.

Therefore, when Qin Muyun was sent to the Seventh People's Hospital of Cicada City, he comforted himself that the problem was not serious.

But he didn't know that the locals privately called the Seventh Hospital a lunatic asylum.

People who go in are designated to have some serious illness.

Qin Muyun felt that there was nothing wrong with him, it was just that he dreamed that he became a god every day.

It's just that the dream is too real, and this dream lasts for half a year.

It must appear every night, on time like a serial.

It is normal for people to be a little confused when waking up from this level of dream.

Confused, it is difficult to concentrate on work, and being fired by the boss is not what he thought.

Isn't it normal to stay at home after losing your job? After staying for a long time, I became interested in the dream, and started to study the things I dreamed. It is also a very reasonable thing, right?

Shouldn't the research be written and drawn as a record? The dream is so long, I can't remember it all if I don't write it down.

"Is this why you painted these symbols all over the walls of your home?" the old expert from the Seventh Academy asked, pointing to the phone photo.

The photo shows Qin Muyun's room, but it's just a mess, with weird and crazy symbols painted on the walls and floor.

These things, from various angles, are very evil.

Even a well-informed old expert couldn't help frowning after seeing this photo, thinking: "This is a big job."

Qin Muyun knew very well that it is wrong to hide disease and avoid medical treatment, so he described to the old expert carefully what he saw in his dream.

Trains circling the world, alien gods made of steel, mutants kneeling beside the railroad tracks, shadows of giants in the clouds, black birds with eyes and tumors...

The old expert frowned and couldn't help but put on a dress for himself.

After a round of consultation, the old expert wrote a note to Qin Muyun.

Hospitalized, without a doubt.

But just after printing half of the note, the old expert couldn't help but glance at the symbols drawn by Qin Muyun.

So, the old expert threw away the printed note and typed a new one.

Double room converted to single room.

Qin Muyun did not refuse the hospitalization.

Reason told him that normal people really wouldn't see so many weird hallucinations. Maybe there is really something wrong with my brain, and it would be good to be hospitalized for observation.

The people in the yard are all good, and occasionally some people can't control themselves, and the nurses will help them control them soon.

Qin Muyun thought that the mental hospital was chaotic and crazy, but after staying here, he realized that life here is very healthy and regular.

Go to bed early and get up early, eat three meals a day, read books and newspapers, watch TV and play chess, and play basketball to exercise.

Originally, he could still play billiards, but a patient glanced at Qin Muyun's notebook when he passed by, and was soon suppressed for hitting someone with a cue.

The only club was broken, so naturally I couldn't play.

But it's not a big problem, Qin Muyun doesn't like billiards either, so naturally there is no loss.

The only thing that makes Qin Muyun unhappy is that he needs to take medicine sooner or later.

After taking this medicine, the whole person will feel groggy, and the quality of sleep will also be affected.

But after a week, Qin Muyun got used to it, and the side effects decreased a lot.

I was admitted to the hospital on Tuesday, and the second Tuesday happened to be the old expert's rounds.

"I haven't had that kind of dream these days, doctor, your medicine is really effective." Qin Muyun said happily.

The old expert was a little surprised when he heard it, and asked, "Not once this week?"

Qin Muyun shook his head and said, "It's true, I don't even need to take notes..."

The old expert looked at the medical records. Two days before admission, Qin Muyun would still draw those weird symbols in his notebook, but he really stopped in the last few days.

Maybe the medication is working.

Originally, I was thinking of arranging MECT (Modified Electroconvulsive Therapy) for Qin Muyun next week, but now it seems that I can take a break.

But before the old expert mixed the medicine with the nurses, Qin Muyun said, "Now I can see the world without falling asleep. Look at this."

Qin Muyun stretched out three fingers to gesture, and the trajectory of the fingertips was very vivid, which immediately reminded people of some kind of wriggling creature.

Veteran expert: ...

After a moment of silence, the gray-haired old man whispered to the nurse next to him, "Cut him in the queue this afternoon, and MECT will arrange it."

The nurse nodded and quickly wrote it down.

The treatment methods in mental hospitals are actually very poor, nothing more than taking medicine, electrotherapy, and psychological counseling.

It’s hard to say how many are used, anyway, these methods can see miraculous effects in a short period of time.

Especially for electrotherapy, most of the patients will experience short-term amnesia symptoms after the electrotherapy, and the whole person will be emptied, and the comfort is in a mess.

Amnesia, of course it is empty.

This effect can last at least a few days, but it will also be accompanied by side effects such as nausea, headache and memory loss.

Qin Muyun was shocked for a round, and indeed his whole body was empty, but the image of that world was clearer instead.

It was too close and too clear.

As if, within reach.

Qin Muyun saw a group of mutants fighting on the gray hillside.

Only half of their bodies are human, and the other half is covered with knots like diseased trees.

Mutants' arms are covered with sharp wooden thorns, and they use this kind of mace-like weapon to attack each other.

What flowed out of the damaged body was not blood, but dark green thick juice.

Qin Muyun watched a little fascinated, this fight was full of wild and bloody feeling, and there was no mosaic, it was always exciting.

But the fight seemed to be over soon, for the Ents on one side were old, young, sick, and disabled.

"It's shameful to bully the old and weak, women and children!"

Perhaps because of his mental illness, Qin Muyun has a strong sense of substitution. He couldn't understand the bullying plot, so he couldn't help stretching out his hand.

The palm seemed to pass through a layer of cool water, and then grabbed a mutant treant.

This touch feels like pinching an echinoderm lizard, which is quite painful.

Coupled with the fact that the tree man was constantly struggling, it felt disgusting.

So Qin Muyun was not polite and squeezed hard.

The tree man was directly crushed by Qin Muyun, and dark green thick juice sprayed out from every hole in the tree man's body.

This is quite disgusting, Qin Muyun regretted why he used it, and just threw it aside.

Throwing down the exploding treant, Qin Muyun withdrew his hand.

This sudden drastic change seemed to startle all the treants.

The giant hand that came from nowhere crushed a tree man to death with an unstoppable gesture.

Any nail on that white palm was bigger than the tree man's head, and every texture on the skin contained powerful power.

At the moment when the big hands were clenched, all the tree people felt suffocated, as if they were the ones being pinched.

After a while, all the treants knelt on the ground and bowed deeply towards the position where the giant hand appeared.

"Hey, stop fighting?"

Qin Muyun was a little disappointed. The tree people stopped fighting, and war movies became documentaries. It's boring to watch too much.

At this time, the door of the ward was opened, and the nurse came in to check and asked, "Mr. Qin, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Qin Muyun said, "It's okay."

But at this time, the nurse lady suddenly said, "Why did you get paint all over your hands? Didn't you let you stay in bed?"

"Um?"

Qin Muyun looked at his right hand, which was covered with sticky green juice, and asked, "You...can you see it?"

The nurse lady walked to the bed, took out a tissue and wiped off these dirty things for Qin Muyun, and then said, "Don't move around, take a good rest after the MECT."

Qin Muyun looked at the tissue that was dyed green and fell into deep thought.

When the nurse finished the examination and was about to turn around and leave, Qin Muyun said, "Well, I want to see Dr. Zhang."

The nurse lady asked strangely: "What's wrong? Is there something uncomfortable?"

Qin Muyun shook his head and said, "No, I think I might not be sick."