All I can do now is lie down and think about what I'm going to do next.

Suddenly, I thought of a way to get out of here.

A psychiatric hospital is not a hospital, so if I am seriously injured, where will I be taken?

Will definitely be taken to the hospital.

As long as I get out of here, I have a chance to be free.

As for what kind of method, it is still unknown!

I felt like my head was a little ravioli, and a lot of things in my memory were blurry.

Did they register me with some kind of medication, or did I really have a mental problem.

No, I must have no mental problems.

When I used to be a salesperson, I read a lot of books on psychology, and the power of suggestion is very powerful, and it is easy to be influenced.

A normal person, if everyone around you says that you are sick, you will be sick.

In fact, the signals transmitted by a person's nervous system have a huge impact on the body!

It's like some people have cancer, and the people around them say it's just a minor illness, and it's okay to get an injection.

This person is completely convinced and optimistic that even if the cancer is not cured, he may live for many years.

But if a person knows that he has cancer, he was fine when he thought it was a minor illness, and he will be depressed later, and then he will hear from the people around him that this disease is incurable.

Nine times out of ten, it won't last long, and it's going to die!

The influence of psychology on a person can even determine life and death.

Not to mention deciding on a mental state, it's not a problem at all!

I made myself less irritable and adjusted my breathing slowly.

The boxing techniques taught to me by Mr. Zhang also include the control of breathing rhythm, and after adjusting for a while, my body became comfortable from the original soreness and weakness.

Whether this is a psychological or a triumphant effect is unknown.

I began to think back to what had happened in the past to see if something was really wrong with my memory.

After a long time, my heart was cold.

I don't know why I remember that after graduating from university, I worked in Beijing Brilliant Building Materials when I first joined the company!

Even college life can no longer be remembered.

It was a piece of ravioli, and I couldn't see it at all.

What's going on?

Why does my memory end up at this point?

In particular, I understand that the main body of these memories is Ge Jianhui.

Could it be that Ge Jianhui is really a split personality?

After drawing a circle, it was back to the dots.

I can't get myself to agree with this opinion, they must have tampered with my memory.

There are many medications and methods that can cause memory loss.

I took a deep breath and let my wildly beating heart return to normal!

Since they say that I am Wang Yu, why is there not a trace of Wang Yu in my memory?

I tried to remember, but I still found nothing.

That's right, I'm Ge Jianhui!

Wang Yu is just a member of the brotherhood who deceived me by more than 10 million yuan.

I strengthened my convictions, and my chaotic thoughts immediately became clear.

I lay there silently, using the method of pranayama and breathing taught to me by Mr. Zhang to restore the strength in my body.

Time passed quietly in the process.

Before I knew it, I was asleep!

When I woke up again, I was called up by the little nurse I had met once to take my medicine.

All are capsules and tablets.

I threw the pills together in my mouth and squeezed the saliva with my tongue and teeth to make them into a lump.

I took a sip of water and slammed my neck as if I was swallowing the medicine.

Actually, I'm trying to get all the drugs stuck to my throat.

This is a situation that I rehearsed countless times in my mind before I fell asleep, and I thought it wouldn't be so easy, but I didn't expect it to actually succeed.

I took another sip of water and let it slowly flow down my throat and into my body.

The little nurse saw that there was really no medicine in my mouth, so she pushed the cart and prepared to leave.

I asked her when she would be able to get off the ground, and she said that you can try it if you feel like you have the strength to do it, and the door is open, so you can go anywhere that is not locked.

I nodded slightly and asked her if she had a boyfriend.

The little nurse glared at me, pushed the cart and twisted her waist away.

I sat up and tried to move my body.

Actually, I didn't have any problems with my body, but I still pretended to be uncomfortable and slowly got up, leaning against the wall and going to the bathroom.

The moment I lowered my head and washed my face, I spit out the medicine in my hand and rushed into the sewer.

After washing my hands and face, I walked out of the ward with a lot of difficulty!

Outside is a long hallway.

The hallway was lined with closed doors, and it was not known if there was a patient inside.

Actually normal patients like me.

It occurred to me.

I'm here, how is my family?

They're not all here to act!

At the end of the hallway is a door, and outside the door is a green meadow.

Even though it was already night, the lights were bright, so the grass looked bright.

Many people wandered the meadow, like a group of lonely ghosts.

These people were wearing the same hospital gowns as me.

There are men and women, old and young.

There just aren't any familiar faces.

I sighed and saw that there were cameras everywhere.

This place, like a prison, just looks more free to kill the prison.

I walked up to a very beautiful beauty who also looked like a patient.

The beautiful woman was drawing under a big tree, and I don't know where she got her painting tools.

I walked over to her and she had a scent that I liked so much and felt very familiar.

The beautiful woman is drawing something that looks very scary, and a man is being torn and bitten by a group of people.

The man was covered in blood and looked miserable.

The man's face was very weird, with one face like this, and the other face like that.

The man's face looked familiar.

When I looked closely, my heart suddenly chuckled.

The left side of the man's face is Wang Yu, and the right side of the face is myself!

The beautiful woman suddenly turned to look at me, looked frightened, screamed and ran away.

I looked at the finished painting and picked it up and looked at it carefully.

In bright light, it can be seen very clearly.

More than 90 percent of the painting has some dust, which is definitely not painted today, and the rest is just painted, and the ink still looks very fresh.

The painting, which had been prepared for a long time, was being painted when I came out, deliberately trying to show me.

That beautiful woman is acting.

I took the canvas off the canvas and rolled it up and held it in my hand.

When I go back later, this painting will be attached to the wall of the ward.

In this way, I will be able to make them feel that I have accepted the fact of schizophrenia!