The night is quite quiet and peaceful.
The doctor's uniform was hung on the rack, and the wall clock was ticking, making a small, crisp sound that was extremely pleasant to the ear.
At this time, Chen Fan had already fallen asleep. He slept unusually peacefully tonight, but the urge to urinate woke him up from his sweet dream.
He sat up in bed in a daze, rubbed his eyes, and put on the glasses on the bedside table.
Chen Fan looked at the night outside the window and murmured, "The moonlight is pretty good tonight."
He got out of bed, poured himself a glass of water and took a sip. After going to the bathroom, Chen Fan came back and sat at the computer desk. He remembered that he still had some unfinished documents.
Although he was completing the last bit of work, his mind was full of Bai Lan.
"What kind of gift should I prepare to give back to Bai Lan?"
"Will I look materialistic if I choose something extravagant? Will I look stingy if I choose something simple?"
Chen Fan was typing on the keyboard with one hand and supporting his chin with the other, looking absent-minded.
Bang bang bang.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Chen Fan stood up, wondering who would come knocking on the door at this time?
Opening the door and looking at the person outside, Chen Fan's eyes flashed, and he smiled with some surprise: "Doctor Gao, why are you not sleeping at this time and still coming to see me?"
Outside the door, Dr. Gao was wearing a white coat, his hair neatly combed. He looked at Chen Fan, and unlike before, his eyes were more intense this time. "I can't sleep, so I want to talk to you about something."
"What a coincidence. I'm also having insomnia. Come in and sit down."
Chen Fan stepped aside and poured two glasses of water.
Doctor Gao sat down on the sofa, crossed his ten fingers, and looked at Chen Fan pacing back and forth. He fixed his eyes on the computer and asked calmly, "Work will only make you more and more nervous and make it even harder to sleep."
"I don't sleep much to begin with, and I should have gotten enough sleep by this time. I might as well do something practical." Chen Fan walked over with a smile and placed two glasses of water on the table.
Leaning on the sofa, he asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
Dr. Gao picked up the water on the table, but put it back, then continued slowly.
"I want to tell you a story. Have you seen The Truman Show?"
"Of course, it's a classic movie." Chen Fan smiled slightly, feeling a little confused. Doctor Gao tonight made him feel different from the past.
"This movie has a profound impact on me. I often wonder if the environment we live in now is similar to this."
Hearing this, Chen Fan shook his head and smiled: "Are you under a lot of work pressure recently? Why are you thinking about these boring things?"
"Boring?"
Doctor Gao smiled and said, "I think it's very realistic."
"In a game, someone dominates the game, and we are like pets, being kept as NPCs."
Chen Fan shrugged, not really caring about this topic: "Maybe. Whether it is or not, it has no impact on our future life, right?"
Looking at the white smoke floating out of the cup, Dr. Gao suddenly said, "Do you feel happy? Right now."
"Great, work is going well, my sister is lively, my mother is healthy, and I think Dr. Bai Lan is interested in me too."
"Although I'm not very rich, I think that's something that can't be bought with material things. I'm very content with what I have now."
"Yes, you are very happy. There are almost no difficulties hindering you."
“It can make you everything, or it can make you nothing.”
"In the end, you find yourself a substitute?"
Chen Fan scratched his head: "Why do I feel like you're acting weird tonight? I can't understand what you're saying."
"If you don't understand, then read it."
Doctor Gao picked up the fruit knife from the plate. Chen Fan did not feel uneasy but kept his distance. He believed that this friend would not harm him.
Dr. Gao really didn't hurt him.
Instead, he held the fruit knife in reverse and stabbed it into his right eye!
Blood spurted out immediately.
This scared Chen Fan a lot.
Although he was used to bloody scenes, the sudden act of self-harm still frightened him.
The knife tore at his face, blood streaming down his face. Dr. Gao remained calm, "Are you scared? But I don't feel anything."
"Everyone has their ups and downs in life, but you've never had any. It's as if all the luck revolves around you. Have you never doubted it?"
"Chen Fan, you are the protagonist of Truman. Everything that happens and everyone who appears revolves around your happiness!"
As Dr. Gao spoke, he did not notice the evil order growing around Chen Fan.
Didn’t the bad order prevent this extreme behavior that harmed Chen Fan?
This made Dr. Gao narrow his eyes slightly.
"You must have drunk too much, or are you stressed out and having trouble with your brain?"
"I'll go get the operating box first. Your eyes are not a small problem!" Chen Fan didn't listen and went in. He stood up and was about to leave.
"That's not the main issue."
Doctor Gao shook his head: "You don't care about what I say..."
With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Dr. Gao raised his head and looked at Chen Fan with a meaningful smile: "Then I will do something practical for you."
"Before I came here, I went to a place and brought something back for you."
"This should be a very exciting gift for you, right?"
As he spoke, Dr. Gao took out a wooden box from somewhere, placed it on the table, and slowly opened it.
Just opening a crack, a foul and pungent smell came out.
Looking at the dark red liquid flowing out from the bottom of the wooden box, Chen Fan's eyes twitched and his expression gradually stiffened.
As the gaps in the box became larger and larger, his pupils became noticeably larger...
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