Zheng Weiwei is a doctor at the Donghai Mental Health Center.

But she was recently seconded by her leader to a strange place called the Institute of Quantum Intelligence.

In a building called Building C, he and other doctors were responsible for the treatment of several mental patients.

The patient she was in charge of was a young man named Lin Xing.

Looking at the other party's medical records, Zheng Weiwei shook her head and said with regret: "He is so young and so seriously ill."

But what was strange was that she had been in Building C for many days, but the patient was nowhere to be found. Even after she asked her superiors, they just told her to wait patiently.

Although this situation was a bit strange, Zheng Weiwei didn't delve into it further since she could slack off at work openly every day.

Zheng Weiwei looked at the fair-skinned young man in front of her and found it hard to associate him with a mental patient.

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"I know you may doubt the truthfulness of what I said, but please assume that this is true before discussing the problem I will encounter next."

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Feeling the other person's gaze, Zheng Weiwei's breathing suddenly choked, and she felt like she was being held in place by some ferocious beast. Her body gradually relaxed only until the other person shifted his gaze.

Lu Ming nodded: "She tried to find the cause of Lin Xing's illness and wanted to take the initiative to intervene in Lin Xing's imagination, but it only aggravated Lin Xing's condition."

Zheng Weiwei asked: "What kind of dream?"

The other person did not have the unusual behavior of an ordinary patient. Instead, he looked calm, smiling, and always exuded an extremely normal aura.

The other party said in a deep voice: "For me, I have been away from the real world for many years. Everything in this world has become both familiar and distant in my eyes..."

"Yes, you could say that."

The other party nodded, then suddenly shook his head: "How should I put it... It's a constant repetition. Every time I get killed, I will be resurrected, and then rush to the battlefield again, killing enemies non-stop until I am killed." Zheng Weiwei said: "You mean... reincarnation?"

Seeing the other person's depressed look, Zheng Weiwei tried to comfort him: "I can prescribe some medicine for you to try to stop you from having that kind of dream."

The other party thought for a moment and said, "Those dreams are too long."

"As for his conjecture, it doesn't matter."

Under Zheng Weiwei's puzzled gaze, the young man explained: "Look, I have to fight tens of thousands of times every day. Even if each battle lasts only fifteen minutes, that means I have to fight continuously for hundreds of thousands of minutes every day. This is one or two years."

However, Zheng Weiwei smelled something strange from this sentence. Which doctor needs to be specifically reminded not to believe what a mentally ill patient says?

Zheng Weiwei said, "Something's wrong?"

A day ago, the other party seemed to have finally been sent to the ward, and Zheng Weiwei also planned to correct her attitude and start her work.

At this moment, she couldn't help but think, "If what he said is true, is this the look in his eyes after killing countless people?"

Zheng Weiwei said: "What's the problem?"

The other party nodded: "Yes, it is discomfort. No, it is more than discomfort. After a long battle, after returning to the real world again, I feel that there is something wrong with our world."

The other party shook his head: "I know you can't understand, just like when I was a child, I accepted my father's teachings and got used to it. People can't break away from the environment and recognize their own problems..."

The other party sighed: "What a pity, I haven't seen her for a long time, and I wanted to talk to her when I came back this time."

Zheng Weiwei said, "You mean you have symptoms of memory loss?"

Hearing this, Zheng Weiwei finally reacted: "My predecessor... was Doctor Chu Qingxin, right? Did she irritate the patient?"

Zheng Weiwei nodded thoughtfully: "I understand."

"Think about it again. I was fighting on a battlefield for a year or two every day, completely detached from the real society."

"Your predecessor was transferred away because of improper treatment, which aggravated Lin Xing's condition."

The other party was about to speak, but the next moment he frowned, as if he had thought of something, and after thinking for a while he spoke: "I... used to have dreams every day."

The other party said: "Fight and die, die and fight. I will repeat this cycle thousands or even tens of thousands of times every day."

The young man nodded, as if recalling something, and slowly said: "The constant cycle of fighting every day has made my memory of the real world become blurred."

The other party slowly said: "I dreamed that I was on a battlefield, fighting the enemy every day, killing people or being killed."

Zheng Weiwei's expression suddenly became a little strange: "Um...what did you say your father taught you since you were a child?"

The first time we met was at one o'clock in the afternoon of that day.

Zheng smiled slightly and said, “You can also talk to me.”

"Lin Xing, right? Hello, my name is Zheng Weiwei, and I'm your new doctor."

"We invite you here now. We don't expect you to cure him. The key is to observe his mental state, especially his violent tendencies and changes in his worldview."

He looked at Zheng Weiwei seriously and said, "A person's personality, values ​​and even morals are all closely related to his or her memory. What do you think will happen to a person if he or she keeps killing and being killed in his or her dreams for several years?"

The other party nodded and continued: "I haven't counted the exact number of times, but it's probably like this."

Zheng Weiwei asked doubtfully, "Too long?"

"What will my state be like after this kind of life lasts for half a month, a month, or even longer?"

Lu Ming continued: "Don't believe anything he says, but don't show any doubt either, as this may stimulate his condition and lead to worse consequences."

Zheng Weiwei was surprised and asked, "You said... tens of thousands of times? Do you dream of reincarnation tens of thousands of times every day?"

After swallowing her saliva and thinking back to what the other person said, Zheng Weiwei said thoughtfully, "What you said may indeed happen. If the time in the dream continues to extend, and even exceeds the time you spend in reality, you may become more and more adapted to the environment of the battlefield, and feel obviously uncomfortable with the real world."

The other party waved his hand and said, "There is no way to stop this dream, but the problem now is that I find that the memories in the dream are constantly squeezing out my memories in reality."

Zheng Weiwei nodded: "You said you dream about it every day? Are these dreams continuous?"

But from the looks of the nurses and security guards who were facing a serious enemy, Zheng Weiwei felt that the young man in front of her was not simple.

The leader named Lu Ming looked at her kindly, and after some greetings, he said, "Xiao Zheng, you will meet Lin Xing this afternoon, right?"

Zheng Weiwei replied: "Doctor Chu has been transferred due to some matters. I am now in charge of your treatment."

"Hello, Dr. Zheng. Where is Dr. Chu?"

Zheng Weiwei quickly said, "I don't disbelieve you. Before there is solid evidence, I will not deny your situation. You can continue to talk about the problem you encountered."

"I'm here to remind you that Lin Xing is a patient with severe mental illness. Don't believe anything he says."

But just before she came into contact with the patient, she was called over by her leader.

Lin Xing nodded: "Any questions?"

Zheng Weiwei asked, "Can you always see your father?"

Lin Xing frowned and said, "My father raised me since I was a child. He went abroad to work after I went to college. Of course I could see him every day before."

Zheng Weiwei didn't rush to answer, but looked through the information in her hand and said in a strange tone: "But according to the information I have, you are an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. You... probably don't know who your biological father is."

(End of this chapter)