My Healing Game Chapter 632

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During the whole process, the half-grey-haired man did not step forward to stop him. He seemed to be a very rational person, knowing that the problem could only be solved by sending Han Fei to the hospital as soon as possible.

So he was just like the spectators around him, just standing around Han Fei. . .

The door of the ambulance was closed by the doctor, and Han Fei finally no longer had to endure those strange gazes, and he slowly calmed down.

The doctor in the white coat began to bandage his arm. When everyone saw the dense wounds on Han Fei's arm, they were also quite frightened.

"Doctor Han, your son's condition is serious again. It takes a long time to dig so many wounds." A doctor in the ambulance knew a man with half-gray hair. The wound is infected.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." The man known as Doctor Han muttered to himself, as if Han Fei would become so secretive.

The ambulance quickly drove to a hospital very close to the park, and Han Fei was taken to the fourth floor of the hospital.

"Doctor Fu, the patient who was discharged from the hospital yesterday fell ill again. He escaped from home alone, and ran into the paradise after dawn." The doctor in the ambulance briefly told Dr. Fu about Han Fei's situation.

As Han Fei's previous attending physician, he knew very well about Han Fei's condition: "Did he hurt anyone this time?"

"He scratched his arm, and I have already treated the wound."

"is it serious?"

"It was all dug up by myself. There are a lot of them, but the wounds are not deep, as if they were deliberately experiencing pain." The doctor pointed to Han Fei's arm and said.

"Is there a tendency to self-abuse? Is it caused by severe hallucinations? Or other reasons?" Dr. Fu frowned and thought, he had never met such a difficult patient before.

After pondering for a while, Dr. Fu looked up at the half-white-haired man: "Doctor Han, what did your son do before? Are you hiding something from us?"

Dr. Han shook his head: "I have told you everything."

"Are you sure?" Dr. Fu held his chin in his hands and kept his eyes fixed on Han Fei's father: "Only by strong stimulation or physical shock can the patient suffer from memory loss and brain dysfunction..."

"You suspect that I am deliberately concealing my condition? If I can save my child, I am willing to give everything!" Dr. Han said firmly.

"I don't mean to doubt you." Dr. Fu spread his hands: "Stop talking about this, there are more and more unnamed corpses in the city recently, and your forensic doctor should be quite busy, so I won't waste your precious time. already."

"I'll leave when Han Fei's mother comes over." Dr. Han was very indifferent, and his temper was rather odd.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged woman who sent Han Fei home appeared. She accompanied Han Fei to receive Dr. Fu's treatment. Han Fei's father, Dr. Han, left early.

The treatment continued until one o'clock in the afternoon. Han Fei still didn't recall anything. He didn't even know the names of his parents. Seeing them was like the first time they met.

"We must insist on taking the medicine. Although his behavior is still very different from that of normal people, he has learned how to restrain himself. At least this time he has not hurt innocent people again. This is already a very good progress." Dr. Fu I have said a lot to middle-aged women, but to sum it up in one sentence - the medicine must not be stopped.

Seeing that her child's condition had improved, the middle-aged woman repeatedly thanked Dr. Fu. She followed Dr. Fu into the depths of the hospital, as if to get new medicine.

Sitting alone on the hospital bed, Han Fei found that as long as he entered the hospital, he would feel extremely uneasy inside.

This place is obviously a place to save lives, but it gives him the feeling of killing every step of the way.

Always vigilant, Han Fei seemed to be in a daze, but was actually observing everyone who passed by him.

Whether it is a doctor, or a nurse and a nurse, they will look at him more often when they pass by.

Everyone's eyes made Han Fei feel particularly uncomfortable. It was a look of aliens. It could even be further said that it was a look of human beings seeing some kind of harmful object.

Restless, Han Fei clasped his hands together, and he forced himself not to be afraid and think hard.

"The middle-aged man with black and white hair claims to be my father. He is a forensic doctor, but he seems to be hiding something from my attending doctor." Han Fei's eyebrows were twisted together, he didn't know this world Who is the one who will really help him? As an amnesiac, he always feels that people all over the world want to kill him. Everyone seems to be playing a game with a tacit understanding. What Han Fei needs to do is not to be killed and live to the end, and what the others have to do is to kill him with their own hands.

Because of too much force, blood flowed from the arm again, and the physical pain was nothing to Han Fei.

"I seem to be used to pain, but judging from the scripts and books in my bedroom, I should be a screenwriter or an actor. Have I always had the habit of hurting myself?"

"Han Fei, go home." The middle-aged woman's voice came from the other side of the corridor, she was carrying a packet of medicine in her hand.

Seeing those medicine bottles, Han Fei had the urge to escape again. Those medicines were poisonous in his eyes, and they would die if they ate them.

"This medicine will have a little side effect, and it is very stimulating to the body. Try to take it immediately after meals. You can also increase the dose of the other types." Dr. Fu wrote a list and handed it to the middle-aged woman, and then he looked at Han Fei: "It does feel that he has recovered a lot, which shows that the treatment is effective."

Dr. Fu just said a word casually, but Han Fei felt that there was a deeper meaning behind this sentence. Dr. Fu's treatment may not be to cure himself, and Dr. Han's concealment is not necessarily for his own good.

Han Fei, who has amnesia, will not trust these people, and the choices before him are only bad, very bad and worse.

The middle-aged woman was obviously much happier after hearing what Dr. Fu said, and she took Han Fei out of the hospital.

Similar to the scene on the first day, the woman led Han Fei back home. She asked Han Fei to rest on the sofa first, and then ran into the kitchen to cook and cook.

Middle-aged women take good care of Han Fei, and it can be said that they are meticulous. This kind of care is completely unfamiliar to Han Fei, and such a character has never appeared in his memory.

"Is she really my mother?" Han Fei had a very light impression of his parents. He tried to think about it, but there was only a blank in his mind.

"What exactly is written on the half-page script that was torn? If my mother is not my mother, after the script is seen by my mother, she will definitely destroy the whole story, and it is impossible to tear off only the most critical part..." Putting his hands together, a guess popped up in Han Fei's mind: "Did I tear it off myself? I hid the most important part somewhere?"

In fact, Han Fei was very resistant to going home. As soon as he entered the house, he remembered all the things he encountered last night.

He knew that it was very dangerous here, but he had to come back, because there were traces of his life here, and he wanted to find the lost memory in person.

Soon the middle-aged woman finished her meal, and she brought two plates of vegetarian dishes to the table.

"Is it vegetarian again?" Han Fei looked at the same food as yesterday. This home was like a terrifying cycle, and he had to figure out a way to jump out.

"This is your favorite food." The middle-aged woman looked at Han Fei distressedly: "If you want to change the taste, I can make it for you tomorrow."

"My favorite vegetarian dish?" Han Fei took a bite of the dish and put it in his mouth. The middle-aged woman's fried dish was delicious, but Han Fei still thought she was lying.

Compared with vegetarian dishes, he should prefer meat, meat that can be swallowed and chewed, which is his instinctive reaction.

After seeing Han Fei finish eating, the woman packed up the dishes and entered the kitchen.

Han Fei, who was sitting on the sofa, got up immediately. To prevent being discovered by the middle-aged woman, he ran back to his bedroom and closed the door.

Picking up the trash can, Han Fei found a bag to cover, and began to force himself to vomit, trying to spit out all the things he just ate.

Dr. Fu explained to the middle-aged woman that the most irritating medicine should be taken immediately after meals, but the middle-aged woman saw that Han Fei had finished eating, but did not mention the medicine at all. That medicine may have been mixed up. in the meal.

Besides, the middle-aged woman went straight to the kitchen after opening the door and entering the house. She entered the house with the medicine, but when she came out of the kitchen, the medicine was gone.

"After I finished my meal last time, I was very sleepy. I slept through the night, and when I woke up, the whole house was full of ghosts. There is a high possibility that there is a problem with the food."

Sealing the bag, Han Fei hid it in the deepest part of the closet, and then he quickly restored everything.

Counting the last time he fell asleep, Han Fei lay silently on the bed and pretended to be asleep.

About twenty minutes later, the bedroom door was directly opened, and the middle-aged woman took off her apron, covered Han Fei with a quilt, and sat beside Han Fei for a long time.

"We don't know if it's right or not, but some mistakes can't be stopped once they start. Maybe you will become like this. It's a punishment from God for us."

In the middle-aged woman's eyes, in addition to loving kindness, there is also deep pain and self-blame.

"You'll get better and become a better version of yourself."

After she finished speaking, she got up and left, and then Han Fei heard the voice of a middle-aged woman calling from the living room.

"Won't you be suspicious by staying underground? What tools do you need to bring over there? Okay, I'll clean up the first floor."

The middle-aged woman hung up the phone, she rummaged in the living room for a while, and then left.

"I may really be an actor, pretending to be asleep is very natural, and even breathing is even."

Han Fei opened his eyes, he opened the closet, cleaned up the vomit, destroyed the evidence, and then stood in the middle of the living room.

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon, and it's still a long time before dark."

Before it was dark, Han Fei didn't feel too scared when he stayed at home alone. He felt that many changes should have started at night.

"Look at what I left first." Han Fei picked up the script on the table. He found that he should be a horror movie screenwriter. All the scripts he wrote were horror stories, plus those unfinished and damaged, a total of Exactly ninety-nine ghost stories.

"The number ninety-nine again?"

Many scripts are just a sentence, or an inspiration that seems to be written at random, and it is difficult to read out the connection from it. Han Fei can only memorize them all with his super memory.

"The sixth story - the tenant, the woman moved in in July and her belly is getting bigger every day."

"These stories take place in various parts of the city, and many read as if they were real."

After reading the script, Han Fei looked at the books again. He flipped through them one by one, checking the location of the bookmarks to determine whether there were any notes in the books.

When he picked up Salinger's "Heart of a Broken Story", he found that the bookmark was just caught on a certain page. After opening it, a line of words was marked in the book.

"Some people think that love is sex, marriage, six o'clock kisses, a bunch of kids, maybe it is, Miss Lester. But you know what I think? I think love is about touching Hands back."

"What do you mean?" Han Fei tried hard to recall, and a scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

Just in the morning, when the child's mother saw her face, she instinctively approached, and then rationally kept a distance.

"Thinking about it this way?" Han Fei shook his head: "I'm really not quite right."

Looking at the time, Han Fei vaguely remembered what the middle-aged woman said on the phone just now: "Who was she talking to at the time? Bring tools over there? Need to clean up the first floor?"

After hesitating for a while, Han Fei decided to go over and have a look, anyway, he will leave this house sooner or later.

Packing all the scripts and key books into his backpack, Han Fei opened the living room door and walked out.

"Before it gets dark, I can still suppress the fear in my heart. After it gets dark, I'm afraid I will be completely engulfed by fear. I have to make good use of this time."

Han Fei entered the safe passage and walked down quietly, and soon he came to the first floor.

"D…"

Just looking down at the ground, Han Fei's goosebumps appeared, and every cell in his body was resisting him to continue going down, as if there was something very terrifying hidden there.

But strangely, he looked at the stairs leading down to the ground and felt so familiar, as if he had walked through it countless times himself.

Instinctively going underground, Han Fei entered the dark passage on the first floor. He was about to continue forward when he suddenly heard footsteps.

Before he could think, Han Fei hid in the room closest to him.

A faint strange smell floated into the nose, and a thought came to Han Fei's mind: "Is this the smell of formalin?"

He also doesn't know why he is familiar with the taste of formalin. Logically speaking, his career should be a screenwriter and an actor.

Holding his breath, a figure walked by in the dark, but the other party did not find him.

Suppressing the fear in his heart, Han Fei followed the figure a few steps. He saw blood stains and some extremely crazy red words on the ground.

"That person is cleaning up the blood on the ground?"

Han Fei covered his mouth and followed, but at this moment, the shadow stopped.

She took out her cell phone and connected a call.

Han Fei didn't understand what the person over the phone was saying, but he could clearly hear the voice of Hei Ying.

"Is it difficult to deal with the corpse? I can't go there now, there is still a lot of blood to clean up... Okay, I see."

The black shadow who cleaned up the blood stains on the basement floor was the middle-aged woman who called herself Han Fei's mother. (To be continued)

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