It was not until Lu Zhi saw with his own eyes that Ruan Zhi cured the disease that tormented his colleague that he gradually dispelled his doubts about Ruan Zhi and even began to admire and respect Ruan Zhi.
She couldn't stand the mood swings from low to high!
Every time this happened, her heart would be overloaded. Even a simple breath would strain her heart, causing her so much pain that she dared not move.
But Lu Zhi is a doctor, a doctor who races against death to save lives!
She cannot have a seizure at the critical moment, she cannot be unworthy of the patient's life, she cannot treat the patient's life as a joke!
Thus, Experiment No. 76 [Cyclothymic Disorder] was born.
The last page of the diary reads: "I am a doctor first and myself last."
After the hysterical madness and despair, the last paragraph was written in an unusually calm manner, with neat and beautiful handwriting.
Lu Zhi's heart ached, knowing that this was just the character and experience created by the copy, she still couldn't help feeling sad and admired him.
Perhaps "Lu Zhi" had already realized that something was wrong at this time, but it was too late and she could not turn back.
...
...
So, what exactly is the God that runs through it all?
"You...you want to find God?"
It turned out that Lu Zhi had unknowingly asked out the doubts in her heart. A'mei timidly shrank her neck and walked towards her tentatively.
The conflict between the defensiveness and curiosity in her eyes and the desire to get closer was so great that Lu Zhi looked at her a few more times.
“Do you know God?”
Although he asked this, Lu Zhi's tone was funny, and it was obvious that he had no intention of really getting any useful clues from A-mei.
Who would have thought that A-mei actually knew something.
Struggle and entanglement appeared on her mature face, which was inconsistent with the purity of her eyes. Her four black eyes blinked and stared at Lu Zhi, and she bit her nails in her mouth.
After a long while, Ah Mei clenched her fists as if she had made up her mind, nodded solemnly, and said loudly: "I know! I am God!"
“…”
The smiling expression froze in an instant, Lu Zhi frowned and looked at A'mei's flushed cheeks, his lips moved, but his throat seemed to be poured with scalding hot water, and he couldn't make a sound.
"You...how can you be God?"
Her complex eyes were filled with so many emotions, and the words she whispered sounded more like questions to herself.
A-mei felt that she was being questioned, and she took a few steps forward angrily. She stood in front of Lu Zhi with her head raised, and her dirty face like a tabby cat was full of seriousness.
She repeated it again.
In fact, Lu Zhi had already believed most of it, she just found it difficult to accept what she had speculated.
Seeing that A-mei was about to get angry and the relationship that had finally been eased was about to break down again, Lu Zhi hurriedly smiled and coaxed her softly.
The little lion, with its fur standing on end, raised its chin proudly, its invisible tail wagging wildly behind it, and its chin tilted up to the sky.
A-mei has the mind of a child, and after interacting with her, it seems that she only has the knowledge of a first-grade primary school student. This body is mature and intellectual... It's either a catalyst or a diversion for the brain.
After teasing A-mei for a while, Lu Zhi suggested leaving.
Before opening the door, a bone-cold little hand held her. Lu Zhi turned her head to look at A-mei who was reluctant but forcing a smile.
Ah Mei: "Will you come back to accompany me? Mom was locked up by the bad guy, he, he won't let Ah Mei get close. I haven't seen Mom for a long time..."
As the little girl spoke, tears welled up in her two pairs of black eyes. She wiped away the tears pitifully, her eyes red.
Lu Zhi noticed that when A-mei mentioned her biological father, her limbs stiffened slightly for a moment and she stuttered for a moment.
She frowned, gently reached out her hand, and rubbed the little girl's wet long hair: "Yes, I promised your mother to take care of you. A-mei is a good child, and mother must miss her very much."
She was a child from an orphanage and her mother was very kind to her.
When seeing A-mei, Lu Zhi recalled her mother's reluctant yet happy smile when she was adopted.
Lu Zhi slowly squatted in front of Ah Mei, held Ah Mei's cold hand, smiled gently and charmingly, and said in a gentle and persuasive way: "Ah Mei, you are like this..."
…
Then I went around to the tea room and saw Wang Zile waiting there.
Hearing the noise, he stared over vigilantly, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the person coming was Lu Zhi.
Noticing the water marks on the front of her white coat, Wang Zilu frowned, as if he wanted to say something but didn't ask anything in the end.
Lu Zhi took a disposable paper cup and filled a cup of water at a suitable temperature from the water dispenser. He sat lazily on the leather sofa and took small sips of water delicately.
The door was opened hastily, and Xia Wenjun's heavy breathing caused the two people present to look at him in confusion.
After pouring herself a glass of water, Xia Wenjun slumped down beside Lu Zhi, her messy black hair sticking to her forehead, looking a little disheveled.
As usual, Xia Wenjun and Wang Zile exchanged clues and went to the underground first floor and the fourth floor of the hospital respectively, both of which were dangerous places.
Xia Wenjun wiped his face and said, "There is a morgue on the underground level. There is a door behind the morgue. I was discovered before I even entered."
As he spoke, he cursed: "A bunch of mad dogs! They chased me and wouldn't let me go! I'll see if I can't kill them tonight!"
After Xia Wenjun had vented her anger, Wang Zile said, "There is no one guarding the fourth floor. We have been to the corridor there. It is Ruan Zhi's honor roll, full of his perfect experiments. There is an elevator at the end of the corridor, but I didn't dare go down."
Lu Zhi supported his chin and suddenly sneezed.
After she told them about her discovery and Ruan Meixue's request, she lay back on the sofa with her arms over her eyes, revealing only her pale lips and white chin.
A-mei's little firecracker hit her heart directly, and it still hurts a lot.
The door of the tea room was locked, and there were few doctors and nurses coming and going, which was a good opportunity for these people who were slacking off.
Wang Zile and Xia Wenjun each had their own considerations, but in the end, the spirit of adventure took over their minds, so they gritted their teeth and agreed to Ruan Meixue's request.
They had already come this far, and giving up halfway would be really frustrating for them.
After Lu Zhi said that A Mei was a god created by Ruan Zhi, a voice came from the system:
[Ding! The exploration progress of the game copy [Second Mental Hospital] has reached 90%! ]
The question now is, why is Ruan Zhi obsessed with "God"? Is he doing all this for money and status, or is there something else he wants?
The three of them rested for a while, and this time when they opened the door of the tea room, they were surprised to see that the corridor and the entire hospital had undergone tremendous changes.
I don't know when the night fell. The thick white fog surrounding the hospital dissipated, and the bright moonlight scattered fireflies like frosty fireflies, and the cold wind rustled.
The lights in the corridor flickered, which made people wonder if it was caused by a short circuit in the bulb or aging of the circuit.
The hospital, which was bustling during the day, became eerily empty at night. The doctors and nurses disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the three of them in the huge space.
Xia Wenjun just turned his head, and after seeing the miserable appearance of the two friends behind him, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he slammed his head against the wall, with his back pressed against the ice wall.
"Did you see a ghost?"
Shocked by the sound he made, Prince Le looked at him unexpectedly, with flames burning in his black eyes.
Lu Zhi felt something was wrong. The frequency of her heart beats was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. The pain made her eyes go black. She could only bite the tip of her tongue to stay awake.
The taste of blood was strong in her mouth and she took a deep breath.
"Wait, we're sick."
Stop Wang Ziyue and calmly point out the problem before he gets angry and attacks.
Wang Ziluo stood there in a daze, his rusty brain spinning frantically, and he barely woke up after throwing away all his violent thoughts.
"So what's his situation?"
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