In the hospital, a mental patient implied to another mental patient that the doctor was a ghost. Does this prove that they suffer from mental illnesses?

In the eyes of normal people, they would definitely think that there is something wrong with the patient who said that the doctor was a ghost, but Chen Gebing did not think so. He subconsciously believed that what the patient said was worth pondering, which means that he also subconsciously felt that there was something wrong with Doctor Gao.

His brain started to hurt again. Chen Ge gritted his teeth. He was very confused now. His way of thinking was obviously different from that of normal people. Was he really sick?

Admitting that one has a mental illness is a very difficult thing for a stubborn person, because once one admits that one is ill, it will directly subvert one's original worldview.

When the world view and cognitive thinking change, a person is no longer himself.

Without further in-depth thinking, Chen Ge emptied his mind and did not actively recall his previous memories.

The pain gradually subsided. Less than twenty-four hours had passed since he fell into a coma and woke up. Chen Ge had already mastered how to avoid the pain.

And this was even after he had lost most of his memory and was left to his own devices.

Sitting on the bench, Chen Ge adjusted his state and turned his head to look at Doctor Gao. He was surprised to find that Doctor Gao was looking at him at this time.

The sharp gaze stared straight into Chen Ge's eyes, as if it could pierce through his skin and see the thoughts in his head, which made him quite uncomfortable.

"There is a saying among psychiatric doctors that we should not think too deeply about anything the patient says. We just need to believe in scientific data, observe clear pathological changes, and prescribe the right medicine for treatment." Dr. Gao said slowly, "This is not only responsible for the patient, but also for ourselves."

"That patient seems to be able to see ghosts? Doctor Gao, do you think there are really ghosts in the world?" Chen Ge knew that Doctor Gao had discovered something, and he just said that casually to change the subject. But what he didn't expect was that when he asked the question of whether there were really ghosts in the world, he felt a sharp pain in the depths of his brain again! It seemed that someone had asked him this question before!

The sudden and severe pain made Chen Ge cover his head. He fell to the ground and rolled around in pain.

Doctor Gao beside him quickly grabbed Chen Ge's hand and said, "Breathe according to the method I taught you!"

After three or four minutes, Chen Ge finally calmed down, and Doctor Gao put the medicine bottle back into his pocket. He had originally planned to feed Chen Ge two more pills.

"Did you just recall some bad memories?"

"Yeah." Chen Ge nodded. He would not deliberately underestimate other people's IQ, so he did not deny it directly: "I think I have seen ghosts before, all kinds of ghosts."

"This is normal. You imagined yourself to be the owner of a haunted house, and your employees are all kinds of ghosts." Dr. Gao pointed at the garden fence and said, "The source of all these fantasies is the haunted house in Xinhai Amusement Park. You subconsciously put yourself in the role of that actress. The haunted house is not doing well, and many employees have resigned. So you imagined that there are real ghosts in the world, and let all kinds of real ghosts act as actors to solve your problem of insufficient staff."

"impossible……"

“Why did the employees of that haunted house quit?”

"Because there are too few tourists, we can't pay salaries."

"If we use real ghosts as employees, do we need to pay them the same salary as living people?"

“It seems not necessary.”

"This is the source of your fantasy." Doctor Gao helped Chen Ge to sit on the chair. "You have everything in your imagination, but nothing has changed in reality. You can only hide behind the window and spy on the actress, and she is still facing the risk of the haunted house closing down due to poor management."

Dr. Gao sighed: "Do you know what I am most worried about now?"

"What are you worried about?" Chen Ge was a little confused.

"I'm worried that in the near future, the haunted house will really close down, and you may never see that actress again."

Chen Ge's heart ached when he heard what Dr. Gao said.

"This is reality. It never changes according to someone's will. When the wind blows, the grass bends to the sides. You think you are the wind, but we are all grass." Dr. Gao's voice was calm but with a hint of sadness. "I don't want to puncture your beautiful fantasy, but I know that if the haunted house goes bankrupt, you may lose the last bit of hope, which may cause your condition to suddenly worsen."

Chen Ge did not speak. Doctor Gao understood Chen Ge's conflicting feelings very well: "What you should do now is not to immerse yourself in the fantasy you have woven, but to bravely go out and start a new life. Instead of waiting until the haunted house closes down, your condition worsens, and you can no longer leave the hospital. It is better for you to cooperate with our treatment, recover as soon as possible, and then leave this hospital to find her."

Everything Dr. Gao said made sense, and he considered the issue entirely from Chen Ge's perspective, seemingly doing it all for Chen Ge's own good.

"Is my past really just a fantasy?" Whenever Chen Ge thought about the haunted house closing down, he would feel an inexplicable pain in his heart. This pain was different from physical pain. It was hard to describe, but it was excruciating.

"In fact, you should have understood long ago that there are countless images from reality in your fantasy story. And have you noticed that there are several psychologists and mental illness doctors in your story? They run through your entire story and are at the turning point of your story. Do you think this is really a coincidence?"

"Isn't it?" Chen Ge's eyes were a little confused. In his fragmented memory, there were indeed several mental hospitals, and each doctor seemed to have his own story, and they were all very important figures.

The one who killed my younger self was the doctor in a white coat, the president of the association was Dr. Gao, the friend entrusted by my parents to take care of me was Dr. Chen, and there seemed to be another... Dr. Fang?

Chen Ge shuddered as if his brain was pierced by a needle, but managed to hold on.

"The turning points when those doctors appeared were exactly when we intervened in your treatment. Your fantasy is actually just a continuation of reality. You will gradually realize it." Doctor Gao chatted with Chen Ge for a while. Later, it seemed that something happened in other wards. After feeding Chen Ge two pills, he hurried away and left Chen Ge alone in the hospital garden.

"I really want to go to that haunted house." After swallowing the pill, Chen Ge's thinking became dull, and the pain he felt was much less. Time seemed to slow down, and he gradually became sleepy. "Compared to the horrible life in the story, this kind of life is indeed more comfortable."

As time went by, the temperature outside gradually rose, and there were fewer doctors and patients. There was no one around Chen Ge.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from the flowers, and Chen Ge slowly turned his head to look there.

The flower stems were pushed aside, and a cat's head popped out from among the flowers.

The cat was snow-white all over, and its two eyes were different colors. When it saw Chen Ge, it immediately ran over and jumped onto Chen Ge's knees.

The plastered leg was pressed down by the white cat. Chen Ge grimaced in pain: "What a big cat."

This cat, probably because of its special breed, is twice the size of a normal domestic cat and very heavy.

More importantly, the cat had no self-awareness at all and tried to climb onto Chen Ge's shoulder very skillfully.

Holding the white cat in both hands, Chen Ge placed it on the chair next to him: "Why is there a cat in the hospital? Is it a stray cat from outside?"

Chen Ge stared at it. The cat's eyes were very intelligent, and contained many different emotions.

"Does your master not want you anymore?" Chen Ge said to the white cat. What he didn't expect was that after he said this, doubt appeared in the cat's eyes.

"Really? Fake? Am I seeing things? Why do I feel like this cat is communicating with me through eye contact?" Chen Ge muttered to himself, looking harmless.

The white cat tilted its head and looked at Chen Ge for a long time, with a cunning look in its eyes. It suddenly jumped up, swung its claws and hit Chen Ge on the back of the head, and then, as if it was worried that Chen Ge would retaliate, it scurried away for a long distance.

Sitting on the chair, Chen Ge was stunned. He covered the back of his head and said, "I'm 26 years old and I was hit on the back of my head by a cat?"

The white cat hid in the flowers a few meters away and looked at Chen Ge, with the doubt in its eyes deepening.

"If I hadn't had a cast on my leg, you would be dead now." Chen Ge's drowsiness caused by taking medicine had long disappeared. He was very energetic now. Looking at the white cat in front of him, he had a special sense of familiarity, but it was just familiarity. There was no memory fragment related to the cat in his mind. Whether in the story he wove or in reality, this cat seemed to have never existed.

In other words, the memory fragments in his mind only contained those related to people, not those related to cats.

Hearing Chen Ge's threat, the white cat was not afraid, but actually ran back.

"You are so brave." Chen Ge looked at the white cat's confused eyes. He himself felt strange. The cat seemed to know him. "Are you a stray cat I raised before the accident? Or did I often feed you when I was in the hospital?"

The white cat couldn't talk. After it realized that Chen Ge really didn't remember it, the light in its eyes dimmed. It ran around Chen Ge and kept rubbing its head against Chen Ge's calves.

"Stop rubbing it. You're using so much force. Don't crack the plaster." Chen Ge held the white cat on his knees. He looked at the white cat's heterochromatic eyes. The familiar feeling became stronger and stronger, but he just couldn't remember it.

Perhaps the white cat noticed that something was wrong with Chen Ge, so it kept meowing. It also bit Chen Ge's trouser leg, as if it wanted to lead Chen Ge to someplace.

Leaning on crutches, Chen Ge stood up and followed the white cat into the depths of the garden. They crossed the entire hospital garden and came to the hospital fence.

On the other side of the road was the West Park of Xinhai Amusement Park. The white cat slipped out from the gap in the railings and looked at Chen Ge.

"You want me to leave with you? You want me to leave this hospital?"

Chen Ge looked at the two-meter-high fence and shook his head.

He is now very weak and one of his legs is in a cast. It is difficult for him to walk and it is impossible for him to climb over the fence that is more than two meters high.

Seeing Chen Ge preparing to go back, the white cat came in again, bit his pants and refused to let go.

About five minutes later, footsteps were heard in the distance, and the white cat finally opened its mouth, crawled out of the fence and ran away.

"Chen Ge? What are you doing here?" Doctor Gao stood behind Chen Ge.

"I want to take a closer look at the paradise. If I'm lucky enough, maybe I can see her." Chen Ge's eyes revealed a hint of anticipation. His reasons were reasonable and Dr. Gao did not doubt them.

"We should go back."

"OK."

Chen Ge followed Doctor Gao. He took a few steps and looked back at the fence. The cat was hiding in the bushes outside the fence, with half of its head exposed. Its heterochromatic eyes were staring at Chen Ge.

Returning to the ward, Chen Ge saw that Zuo Han was still lying on his side on the bed, and even his posture had not changed.

"Didn't you go to eat?" Chen Ge felt that he was born to be a warm-hearted man. Even if he had lost some of his memories, he would still instinctively care about strangers.

"I'm not hungry." Zuo Han sat up and opened the door of the ward a crack. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no one outside. "Where did the doctor take you this morning? Did he hypnotize you? Or did he force you to take some medicine?"

"We went to sit in the garden for a while. Doctor Gao seemed to have other things to do and suddenly left." Chen Ge sat on his bed with a smile on his face. "By the way, I encountered a very interesting thing today. There was a stray cat in the hospital. It was very attached to me, as if it was my own cat."

"Stray cats are the most vigilant and won't stick to a stranger. That cat might really be related to you." Zuo Han unzipped the pillow and took out a few pieces of paper with something written on them: "Animals are sometimes more reliable than humans because they don't have complicated emotions and often act on instinct."

"But I have no memory of that cat at all. To be more precise, the memories in my mind are all fragments. I get a headache whenever I think about the past."

Chen Ge's words resonated with Zuo Han. He put down the pillow and quietly walked to Chen Ge's side: "Your situation is similar to mine. Although my memory is not missing, there are logical errors in my memory!"

"What's the meaning?"

"That means my memory has been tampered with! Damn it! I am very familiar with this feeling! I don't know why!" Zuo Han said viciously: "There are some contradictory details in my memory. The person who changed my memory probably thought it was the first time I encountered such a thing, so he was careless. He didn't know that I would even doubt my own memory!"

“Brother, although your symptoms are indeed very similar to those of paranoia, I still think you are amazing.” Chen Ge felt that Zuo Han had a special temperament. Compared with Zuo Han, he seemed too mediocre.

"Don't say that. I've asked around. Not everyone can take that white medicine. Occasionally, doctors feed patients some powder when they lose control. And what about you? Two tablets at a time, three times a day? I suspect this hospital wants to kill you with drugs!" Zuo Han looked at Chen Ge with fear in his eyes.

"Probably not."

"Forget it. I'm just reminding you. Also, you'd better pay attention and talk less during the day. Walls have ears." After Zuo Han finished speaking, he lay on the bed on his side again. He still didn't take off his shoes, as if he was ready to run away at any time.

After having lunch at noon, Chen Ge received psychological counseling from Dr. Gao in the afternoon and was continuously fed medication, and his illness did not relapse.

The peaceful and beautiful day ended like this, and the sky gradually darkened.

After taking the medicine, Chen Ge fell asleep early. Around midnight, he was woken up by Zuo Han.

"What's wrong?"

"Shh." Zuo Han pointed at the door of the ward and signaled Chen Ge to listen carefully.

Lying on the door, Chen Ge pricked up his ears and listened. In the corridor he could faintly hear a man screaming, and he seemed to be repeating the word "ghost" over and over again.

"Zhang toasts?"

"You know him?"

"We met once during the day. He grabbed my hand and shouted ghost, ghost, ghost at me." Chen Ge told Zuo Han what happened during the day.

"He's in a lot of pain now. The hospital is obviously torturing him in some way." Zuo Han frowned. "It's impossible for the hospital to torture him for no reason. It must be because he made a mistake."

Zuo Han looked at Chen Ge and said, "Is it because he leaked the secret to you? Is this hospital really full of ghosts?"