Chapter 2 Chapter 2

Bai He once again turned to the almighty Baidu for help.

"Xiaojun~~My son!" A cry came from the direction of the elevator. The voice was so miserable and desperate that it attracted a lot of people's attention.

Bai He, who had not rested for a long time, had tense nerves in his brain and a buzzing tinnitus appeared in his head.

The elevator opened and several doctors hurried out pushing a hospital bed. A woman in her fifties followed the bed. It is not accurate to say "followed" but "dragged". Her legs and feet were so weak that she was unable to support herself. She just held on to the bed tightly with both hands and was half-dragged by the force of the bed. These cries came from her mouth.

"Doctor, my son will be fine, right!"

"My son is still so young."

"You are all the best doctors and experts in the country. I hope you can save my son!"

The woman didn't care about her dignity at all, with snot and tears streaming down her face. She tugged at the doctor's clothes and kept asking questions. The expectation in her eyes was heartbreaking.

Separation of life and death is the most common scene in hospitals.

Bai He's mood had become extremely low the moment he arrived at the hospital, and seeing this scene made him even more reluctant to get close. He found the location of the brain CT scan and walked down the corridor.

It just so happened that the bed was facing the same direction as his. The wailing became increasingly shrill, like a saw, pulling at Bai He's brain. Bai He felt dizzy and his vision went black. The sound of his heart beating rapidly was obvious.

Bai He simply leaned against the wall and let the bed go first.

The bed was pushed quickly by two doctors, and the two doctors who followed later quickly discussed the patient's condition.

"Doctor Lin, how is the patient's current condition?" The male doctor who spoke first had an upright posture and was wearing a neat white coat, with all the buttons fastened tightly, as if it fit perfectly.

Most of his face was covered by a mask. He was wearing a pair of glasses, and his tall, smooth nose could be seen from the side.

"Now all consciousness has dissipated."

"Chen Xiaojun, male, 23 years old, was hit on the head with a fruit knife during a gang fight." Doctor Lin spoke as he ran, his voice a little breathless.

"Let's do a head CT scan first..." Su Xing also rubbed his temples. The dark circles under his eyes could not hide his fatigue. He had been working for more than ten hours without a break.

Blinking his dry eyes, Su Xing inadvertently spotted the figure pressed against the wall in front of him. He froze, his heart throbbing intensely, the world suddenly silent. The surroundings were a blurry background, but even though the figure and appearance had changed significantly from his impression, he recognized him immediately.

"Baihe"

"...Doctor Su." Doctor Lin looked at him in surprise as he suddenly stopped.

Bai He, who was feeling uncomfortable, quickly straightened himself, frowned, and took a step back when he felt the stranger approaching.

Su Xing couldn't ignore the strangeness and wariness in Bai He's eyes.

"You don't remember me?" The voice was hoarse.

Being stared at by a pair of eyes covered with red veins, Bai He took another step back uncomfortably.

"Doctor Su"

"Doctor Su"

"Su Xingye, what are you dawdling about? Is there anything that can't be dealt with after the surgery?" After a long period of shouting with no response, Dr. Lin's temper flared up, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready to take action. Few people who have spent time in the emergency room have good tempers.

His colleagues' anxious calls and the grief-stricken cries of the patients' families were heard in his ears. Even though Su Xing didn't want to move anymore, he had to leave first.

"Tell me your phone number." Su Xing held Bai He's hand tightly despite his resistance. The veins on the back of his white jade-like hand bulged, as if he wanted to merge Bai He's hand into his own bones and blood.

Bai He was tortured by the crying in his ears and was almost going crazy. He just wanted to leave quickly and told others his cell phone number without thinking.

"Wait for me." Su Xing also looked at him deeply and ran quickly towards the operating room.

…

The sobbing faded away, allowing Bai He to finally let out the breath he had been holding in his chest. The world gradually became clearer, and he relaxed his clenched fist, but his fingers were unable to fully unfold.

Looking at the chicken claw-like white hands and the cold expression, Su Xingye, his high school friend and the person who almost became his lover, thought: "Nearly eight years have passed. The memory of the past has been shattered. Even the feelings have become as thin and meaningless as a blank sheet of paper under the influence of the disease."

Bai He sneered and continued walking forward.

It took two hours to do various tests, and the whole afternoon to wait for the results. At 2:30 in the afternoon, when the hospital doctors returned to work, Bai Hecai met with the doctors again.

"The brain CT scan showed no problems, nor any foreign bodies as you mentioned."

"All physical examinations are normal."

"You feel like you have super powers. This must be a change in your condition and you're having hallucinations. I recommend hospitalization for physical therapy." The doctor looked at him and said.

Bai He naturally refused.

"Then I'll prescribe two boxes of medicine for you. Remember to take it on time every day, and come back for a follow-up visit in a month."

Before leaving, the doctor advised, "Your condition is quite serious. Please ask your family to pay more attention to you in the near future. If you show any changes, go to the hospital immediately."

Bai He nodded, and returned home with a bag of checkup sheets and medicine, feeling relieved.

There is no illness and no foreign body growing in the brain.

and……

Bai He touched the sofa in the living room, and it disappeared. The German Shepherd, who had been leisurely nestling in the corner of the living room, saw this scene and walked over in confusion, constantly circling the sofa.

Bai He hugged it tightly, feeling the familiar roughness of the touch and the warmth and wetness on his cheeks. This kind of real feeling couldn't be faked. So the space wasn't just a fantasy or hallucination caused by his schizophrenia.

Bai He put the sofa out of the space again and lay down on it with the German Shepherd in his arms. The German Shepherd's tail was hanging down, and his eyes were fixed on the sofa with curiosity and vigilance.

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Qingcheng First Hospital

Su Xing also came out of the operating room. Without bothering to pack up, he walked towards the area agreed with Bai He. Not surprisingly, he could no longer find Bai He.

But… Su Xing also clenched his fists. Why? Why did he suddenly leave during his senior year of high school? He hadn't changed his phone number, so why didn't he contact him?

"Doctor Su?" Doctor Lin, who came a little later, looked at him curiously.

There is something very wrong with Dr. Su now.

Dr. Su had only recently transferred to Qingcheng First Hospital, but he was already a well-known figure within the institution. In his mind, Dr. Su was always calm, composed, rigorous, and rational. He was like the scalpel he held in his hand: aloof and unapproachable.

After a moment's thought, Dr. Lin came up with the reason: "Was the person I met before the operation an acquaintance of Dr. Su?"

Su Xing also nodded slightly and strode towards the lounge.

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Bai He has been exploring the space these two days. His space is not as exaggerated and amazing as described in novels. There is no spiritual spring that can heal people or cure bones, and naturally there is no magical technique for cultivating the truth.

He tried drinking the spring water in the space, but aside from being sweeter than regular water and refreshing, he found no other special properties. He also tested the black soil with seeds, and found something special: plants grew 1.5 times faster there than outside. The old tree in the space was a peach tree, dry and decaying, and nothing special was found.

The space was only three acres in size, and he tried to explore the edge, but there was no hidden space. When he reached the edge, it was like hitting the wall of a house, and he couldn't move forward.

The space was a bit small, but Bai He was quite content. With it, he could almost be self-sufficient. Schizophrenics are often very suspicious. The space appeared suddenly, but he never doubted its disappearance. Perhaps it was because the space always felt like a part of his body, completely under his control. This was a rare feeling he had since his illness.

Bai He lay on the sofa for a while, then took out his phone. Space was a piece of black soil. To make it easier to live and store things, he had to build a house in it. Building a house the normal way wouldn't work.

But in today's world of rapid technological development and fierce competition, there is nothing a third party cannot do, except what you can't imagine.