Undying Patient

After the black in front faded away gradually, Su Jinzhi took a deep breath before slowing the suffocation caused by the heart beating.

This body is still very young, but it has reached a point where the oil is exhausted, and the action is slightly agitated. Some of them have a feeling of sudden death.

When Jiang Lishan saw that he was able to stand still, he let go. Su Jinzhi said softly "Thank you" and went into the bathroom. When he saw his dark cyan dark circles in the mirror, he realized that the feeling of sudden death might be because of It is often caused by not sleeping all night long. It is no wonder that Jiang Lishan would say such things to him. I am afraid that taking those medicines will really have some benefits for his sleep.

However, the side effects are also very big. Besides, Su Jinzhi feels that the mental problem is the original body, and his words should be able to fall asleep.

Su Jinzhi came out of the bathroom after a brief wash, and lay in the bed.

Jiang Lishan turned off the incandescent lamp, leaving only a small warm yellow lamp on the bedside, sitting on a small bench near the bed and saying to Su Jinzhi, "I have some ways to help you sleep better. Would you like to try?"

"Um." Su Jinzhi nodded and closed his eyes.

"Imagine that you are lying on a piece of crisp grass, with soft white clouds over your head, and a lot of bright sunlight scattered on you." The man's voice was low and gentle, listening very comfortably. The small warm yellow lamp on the bedside also gives people unlimited imagination. The light falls on the eyelids, but it really feels like being illuminated by the sun.

Su Jinzhi listened to the man's slow and low voice, feeling that his body was getting lighter and lighter, and he was continuously dragged down by drowsiness. At last, he heard the man say in his ear: "Good night."

This sentence let his drowsiness dissipate a little, but his eyelids just trembled and didn't open. Sleepiness soon returned, dragging him into the darkness.

Su Jinzhi was lying on a withered grass. There was no bright sunlight or soft white clouds on his head, only a cold night. He was holding his arms and his lips were open. He didn't say anything, but he heard his own. Voice: "It's so cold."

Dream is a very magical thing. When you are in it, if you dream about the scenery and things you have never dreamed of before, you will participate in it and participate in this dream from the first perspective.

But when you dream about the past, it is a scene that has happened and still exists in the memory of the sea, you become an outsider, you will look at yourself in the dream to repeat those things.

Su Jinzhi saw the self shouting coldly with his arms raised from the grass and walking slowly forward. There seemed to be no end to this road, but it didn't take long before a dark red door appeared in front of him, that concentration The dark red is strange, as if stained with blood. He raised his hand and gently twisted the doorknob, and the door opened in response, but he also got a wet and sticky liquid on his hand— —It was blood that dripped from the door.

He hurried forward a few steps, but mentioned a spherical object to his toe, and Su Jinzhi knew what it was before he lowered his head, because he saw the dream from the perspective of an onlooker.

The thing he kicked was a personal head, with blood clots and cerebral mucus sticking to the broken neck, and on the sofa not far away, there was a body without a human head. The blood splashing from the neck was like paint. Similarly, dyeing this room into hell, even if he looks at the room at a weird angle now, Su Jinzhi seems to be able to smell the strong **** smell, and he even tastes the rusty salty taste.

In the dream, he screamed, and turned and stumbled to the red door when he came, but when he opened the door and went out, the place he reached was not the withered lawn, but still this **** red cabin. He Turned again, but saw the headless corpse sitting on the sofa behind him, holding his head toward him, and the headless corpse in the hut in front stood tremblingly from the sofa. He picked up his head and walked towards him. The two houses looked like mirrors and besieged him, and two headless bodies holding heads were approaching him.

What really made Su Jinzhi shout out was because the falling head opened his eyes and didn't look at him in the dream, but turned his eyes strangely and invariably toward his bystander. It seems.

Someone in "Jinzhi" was shaking his shoulder gently, and Su Jinzhi called again, and opened his eyes sharply.

The bright incandescent lamp is very dazzling, but it can give people a sense of safety, as if there are no ghosts hiding under these white lights.

"Human head! Human head!" The scene in that dream was too horrifying. After Su Jinzhi woke up, he was still unable to return to his heart, holding Jiang Lishan's arm as if holding a life-saving driftwood, and he didn't know that he was scared. Is still the water light pierced by the light.

Su Jinzhi wanted to say something, but was choked by the liquid in his mouth and coughed violently.

His heart was beating fast, and "呯 呯" trembled his eardrums. Jiang Lishan sat directly on the bed and patted his back gently. Su Jinzhi was accustomed to him, and he reached out his hands subconsciously at such a close distance. Living in Jiang Lishan's arm, he buried his face in his shoulder socket, and almost the whole person retracted into his arms.

Jiang Lishan's body froze all of a sudden. After Su Jinzhi reacted, he realized the stiffness of the man's body.

He could feel Jiang Lishan taking two deep breaths before relaxing his body and raising his hand to cover his back gently: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Jiang Lishan's hands were very hot, and the heat easily passed through the thin hospital clothes and was ironed to the skin of Su Jinzhi's back, which strangely conveyed a reassuring feeling.

After a person is awake, the emotions in the dream will soon be diluted, and only the fear of remaining will remain.

Su Jinzhi gradually calmed down and swallowed his mouth, but found that his mouth was hurting sorely, and there was a slight **** smell in his mouth. He licked the broken skin, sucked a bit, but sucked out a small mouthful Su Jinzhi stayed for two seconds with a salty liquid, and throat swallowed the liquid.

This world is not the world of the blood race. There is no seasoning bag for him. Drinking a sip of blood so stiffly, even if it is his own, he also drove out Su Jinzhi's drowsiness.

Jiang Lishan pushed him away and looked at his mouth and said, "You have bitten your own lips." After saying this, the man seemed to be afraid that he would hug him up and down from the bed, and found a piece. Clean cotton stuffed into his mouth, grabbed his hand and pressed it to his lips: "Press."

Su Jinzhi was stuffed with cotton in her mouth, and she couldn't speak, and the man didn't know what happened, and sat silently beside the bed without saying a word.

The cotton in his mouth was quickly soaked with blood and saliva. After a few minutes, Jiang Lishan replaced him with a cotton press, and Su Jinzhi glanced at the bright red cotton in the trash can. The red meat and the salty soberness in his mouth continued to tease his nerves. Su Jinzhi's face turned pale, and he rolled over according to the wound on his lips, his limbs raised to guard everything around him.

When facing the window, he could see through the curtains that he had n’t pulled the sky. Su Jinzhi did n’t know how long he had slept. All he knew was that he had no sleep at all, his body was tired, and his temples were there. Suddenly it hurt, but he was afraid of sleeping, and even had the illusion that he would return to that red room as soon as he closed his eyes.

Maybe the original body would have this dream every night, so he didn't sleep all night to make himself look like this.

Suddenly a hand fell on his hair and approached with enthusiasm. Su Jinzhi turned his head sharply and relaxed his tight body after seeing Jiang Lishan's face.

Jiang Lishan asked him, "It's not dawn. Would you like to sleep for a while?"

Su Jinzhi had a terrible headache, and it also hurt where her lips were bitten. With a cotton voice, she said, "I won't sleep."

At the end, I whispered again: "I'm afraid"

Jiang Lishan moved for a moment, then put his hand back and said, "Isn't I here?"

"Dr. Jiang will be by my side when I'm awake." Su Jinzhi turned around, spit out the cotton, and stared at the man's gray eyes clearly. "There is no Dr. Jiang in the dream."

Jiang Lishan looked at the teenager's pale eyes. There was seriousness in it, and there were no traces of lies to cover it. It seems that the truth of the fact is as he said. He did not dare to sleep because he had no protection in his dreams.

If this was a normal person who said such things to him, Jiang Lishan would feel that person was seducing him and wanted to attract his attention, but the person who said these ambiguous words to him now was his patient.

A mentally impaired person.

His case clearly told him that the youth's memory was defective, he could not remember most of the previous events, and sometimes he did not even know his name.

Inexplicably, Jiang Lishan's mood was a little irritable.

But his professionalism won't let him put these emotions on his face, so he still laughs, his voice is very gentle: "Then you can rest with your eyes closed, and I will stay with you here."

Su Jinzhi closed his eyes when he heard what he said, but was unable to sleep. His nerves collapsed so tightly that he could hear the slightest movement, and even Jiang Lishan's breathing sound was clear and audible.

He closed his eyes to reassure him, but Jiang Lishan opened his eyes and looked at him until dawn, and he did not close his eyes.

The nurse came in with breakfast and medicine to change shifts with Jiang Lishan at about eight o'clock. As soon as he got up from the chair, Su Jinzhi opened his eyes and looked at him.

Jiang Lishan also subconsciously looked at the youth on the bed when he stood up. Jiang Lishan didn't know what to look at when the young man looked up. He started to explain with one mouth: "I'll go and make up for it. I'll see you in the afternoon . "

"Oh." Su Jinzhi responded lowly. He actually wanted to care more about Jiang Lishan, but their current status was not suitable, so he didn't speak again.

The nurse put the bowl of porridge in front of Su Jinzhi and called him before Jiang Lishan pushed out the door: "Doctor Jiang."

Jiang Lishan stopped to look at the nurse.

"Will you let Mr. Su watch the movie waiting for you?"

Su Jinzhi was far away from them, only a few words were faintly heard.

Jiang Lishan and the nurse talked from time to time and turned to look at him, and did not know what he said. When the nurse nodded, Jiang Lishan opened the door and went out.

At 1:00 in the morning, the sun has already come out, but the sun will not be very spicy. It shines warmly on people. Su Jinzhi held a thin blanket on the lounger in the house to bask in the sun. By the way, she continued to talk to No. 1 last night thing.

"I had a dream last night."

No. 1 asked him, "What dream?"

Su Jinzhi frowned: "I saw that I was scared to death by two headless corpses in my dream."

"This may be the memory of the original body," said No. 1, "Jiang Lishan will definitely ask you what dreams you had last night."

"Do I want to tell him?"

"It's up to you, or you can wait and see if you can have this dream tonight."

"I wasn't so exciting when I was a master." Su Jinzhi sighed. The dream was really scary. The scene of the murder was one second ago, and it became a strange room next second. Is it the red line? "

Number one said: "The nurse will only give you medicine."

Su Jinzhi thought about it and thought it was the same. Anyway, someone would watch him sleep every night. He wouldn't be scared to death by himself. Think about it.

At noon, the nurse came in to feed him again, and brought the medicine he refused to take last night.

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Su Jinzhi drank the porridge, but pressed the tablets under the tongue. The above toilet spit the tablets into the toilet and flushed them with the water. Because he was facing away from the nurse station, the nurse did not see his small actions. When he came out, he asked him, "Mr. Su, do you want to go to the movies?"

Go to the movies? Can he be discharged?

Su Jinzhi hesitated for a moment when he heard this sentence. The nurse saw him in doubt and continued to explain: "It is an event organized in the hospital. Once a week, you are fine if you don't want to go."

Su Jinzhi was almost moldy by himself in the ward. If he could sleep, he could sleep to pass the time, but he could not sleep at all. At this moment, he had a group activity that he could participate in. Su Jinzhi would certainly not refuse After a brief packing, I went out under the guidance of the nurse.

But when he came to the end of the corridor, a strong male nurse came over and stood next to him with the former nurse: "Please go this way, Mr. Su . "

After Su Jinzhi walked by, he found that the movie-watching hall in the nurse's mouth was actually the event hall he passed by when he first came to this world, except that many movable furniture in the hall were emptied and placed in rows. The chair, at first glance, really feels like a small movie theater, except that the audience are all patients with a mental disorder.

When they arrived, there were already many patients in the hall. Some patients were like a child. After the nurse asked him to sit down, he sat upright on the chair and couldn't handle it. Some patients were still in trouble. No matter how the nurse persuaded him, he jumped between the seats.

Su Jinzhi watched expressionlessly as he pushed a patient to the ground, praying in his heart that he should never lean against him, and it would be great for him to sit with those well-behaved patients.

Fortunately, the nurse took him all the way forward and did not stop until the last row. Pointing at the only two armchairs in this row, he said to Su Jinzhi, "Mr. Su, this is your position."

On the other chair, there was already a patient. He was wearing the same indigo blue uniform as Su Jinzhi, and his eyes were the same color. The one that Su Jinzhi met outside the small window when he just moved the room. The mental patient-Ai Shuai.

When he saw Su Jinzhi coming over, those dark blue eyes suddenly lighted up, and raised his hand to say hello to Su Jinzhi: "Hey, meet again, kid."

Su Kam: ""

Su Jinzhi ignored him and sat down in a chair according to the nurse's instructions.

The position of the two of them is arranged at the back, and the entire viewing hall is also dressed in indigo blue uniforms. The other patients are light blue. On the way to the viewing hall, Su Jinzhi also saw several isolated patients, but none of them were like them, with different clothes, and there were two strong nurses around them.

In particular, the two of them are sitting in such a sitting position, watching from a distance, like a confrontation between two mentally ill men.

"Hi, boy, don't you remember me?" Su Jinzhi didn't respond to him. Ai Shuai was neither angry nor embarrassed, but he was enthusiastic and leaned sideways towards Su Jinzhi. He was afraid he would be in trouble suddenly, "What's your name?"

Su Jinzhi was not as active as he was, sitting obediently in his position, with his hands neatly laid on his knees. He didn't sleep well last night, so his face is very poor today, and he is more ghostly. Already. The lack of long sleep made him abnormally excited, but his body was extremely tired. Su Jinzhi didn't want to talk, so he didn't answer Ai Shuai's question.

"I heard the nurse call you Mr. Su, isn't your surname Su right?" Ai Shuai continued to talk with Su Jinzhi relentlessly.

In this battle, Su Jinzhi thought that even if he hadn't talked, Ai Shuai would not listen, so he said "um", intending to stop his mouth.

But Ai Shuai got even more excited when he got his answer. His eyes widened and his chest quickly undulated. Su Jinzhi even saw his nostrils slightly enlarged because he was breathing excitedly.

He pointed at his chest and stared at Su Jinzhi with dark blue eyes, and introduced himself very seriously: "My name is Ai Shuai, Ai, i." For fear that Su Jinzhi could not understand his name, Ai Shuai also emphasized his last name. .

Su Jinzhi glanced at him. Although Ai Shuai did look handsome, in Su Jinzhi's opinion, he was not as handsome as Dr. Jiang, so he only responded faintly: "Oh."

"Have you seen my eyes?" Ai Shuai didn't seem to notice Su Jinzhi's deliberate apathy, his face still had an excited smile on his face, and his deep blue eyes looked up at Su Jinzhi slightly. "My great-grandfather was from England Man, I inherited his eyes. "

"Very beautiful." Su Jinzhi looked at the blue eyes like the sea. Although he did not like Ai Shuai very much, he evaluated his eyes honestly.

Ai Shuai smiled, showing a bit of yellow neat teeth: "Thank you."

Su Jinzhi looked at the yellow tooth, and immediately turned his head to stare at the big screen. Ai Shuai seemed to want to say something, but the movie had already begun, and the lights in the viewing hall had gone dark. He opened his mouth and closed it. Set his sights on the big electronic screen.

The movie on the big electronic screen is Chaplin's comedy movie, which has been processed into color by subsequent generations, and is more ornamental. Although old, it is funny. Gradually, Su Jinzhi became fascinated, and his lips were about to laugh, and Ai Shuai, who was sitting next to him, laughed out loud.

"They're so funny, they're just a bunch of stupid people." Ai Shuai patted his thigh and laughed so much that the blue eyes were almost invisible, and the physical tears in the corners of the eyes were eye-catching in the dim movie light, sparkling like broken diamonds.

Su Jinzhi heard his evaluation and couldn't help turning his head to look at him. Although this movie is funny, it doesn't make him laugh so much, right?

Ai Shuai noticed that he looked at his gaze, turned his head, and pointed in front: "Mr. Su, do you think they are funny, right?"

Su Jinzhi was about to reconcile, but found that the place Ai Shuai was pointing at was not the big electronic screen, and he wasn't laughing at the plot of the movie, but the mental patients sitting in front of them.

Su Jinzhi glanced at the place where his fingers were pointing, where several patients clapped their hands and sang softly.

"It's a bunch of fools." Ai Shuai grinned with yellow teeth, put his right hand on the armchair, rubbed his index finger and thumb back and forth together, which was a habitual behavior made by a smoker, but he could not smoke at the doctor .

The two nurses behind him were silent, and it seemed that as long as Ai Shuai sat in the chair obediently, everything he said was okay.

"We are all the same." Su Jinzhi said, uttering the longest sentence he and Ai Shuai had ever met.

Everyone is a patient living in Changshan Psychiatric Hospital. According to Ai Shuai, isn't it even that he is a fool?

"No." Ai Shuai turned his head and looked at Su Jinzhi. The blue eyes were even more faint in the dim light. The corner of his lips showed a weird smile. "Only the two of us are the same. . "

Su Jinzhi looked at him in indigo blue tones, which could be discerned even in the dark, and frowned, without speaking.

Ai Shuai still laughed, but his eyes looked at the patients from the beginning to the end. He didn't stop on the big screen once, but after the episode, no matter how beautiful and funny the movie is, Su Jinzhi also Not much interest to see it.

After the movie, the lights turned on again in the event hall, and Su Jinzhi breathed a sigh of relief and walked up from his chair.

Ai Shuai caught up with him: "Mr. Su, we live in a building, let's go back together."

The tone of his last word was a declarative sentence without asking Su Jinzhi's meaning.

On the way, Ai Shuai talked to him sternly: "I always thought that this is the only person in this hospital. I didn't expect you either. Why haven't I seen you before?"

Su Jinzhi didn't speak, but Ai Shuai already said the answer: "Because you originally lived in Xingzhong Building, didn't you?"

Xingzhonglou is the building where Su Jinzhi lived before. When Ai Shuai raised his eyes and looked at him, he said with a lip corner: "Guess how did I know?"

"The nurses told me." After saying this, he slammed close to Su Jinzhi before he responded, almost sticking to Su Jinzhi's ear, whispering: "I still know something about you A lot of things"

"Ai Shuai!" Jiang Lishan's voice suddenly appeared near him. Su Jinzhi looked up and saw Jiang Lishan wearing a white robe and standing on the corner of the stairs, frowning at Ai Shuai, his expression was more serious than ever, and He was totally different when he was together, but Su Jinzhi could feel that his eyes were soft when he fell on his body.

There were two policemen standing behind Jiang Lishan, not the two that Su Jinzhi had seen before, but when the two policemen saw Su Jinzhi, they stayed on his face for a while, and it didn't look like they were meeting for the first time. To look like Su Jinzhi.

"Bring Mr. Su back to the ward." Jiang Lishan walked quickly and said to the two male nurses beside Su Jinzhi.

As soon as he approached, Su Jinzhi saw that the eyelids under his lenses were covered with faint red blood, before suddenly remembering that the man stayed with him all night last night.

The two nurses left Su Jinzhi. Before going up the stairs, Su Jinzhi looked back at Ai Shuai and Jiang Lishan.

Ai Shuai still had that casual smile on his face, while Jiang Lishan took a cold face and took him into an office. Su Jinzhi looked at the logo on the door, not the one Jiang Lishan took him to yesterday.

Jiang Lishan promised to see him this afternoon, but Su Jinzhi sat on a reclining chair and waited until the sun set for Jiang Lishan to come to his ward.

"Doctor Jiang." The nurse saw Jiang Lishan come in, greeted him, and went out.

"Sorry, I came a little late." Jiang Lishan walked to his rocking chair, picked up the poems on the low table and asked, "Are you reading poetry?"

Although Jiang Lishan did not explain, Su Jinzhi knew that he must be Ai Shuai late. As Ai Shuai said, only two of them are the most special in this mental hospital.

"No." Su Jinzhi shook his head and decided to tell the truth, "I'm thinking of you."

The author has something to say: Dr. Jiang: My patient is beating me again.

Ai Shuai: Hahaha, silly.

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