Shen Zhenghui couldn't believe it when he saw his attending doctor, after all, this tall and beautiful woman, it was a little difficult to believe that she was a doctor. Of course, this is not to say that doctors should not be pretty, but that if she is really that beautiful, obviously she can do something else that is much more promising than being a doctor.

However, in China, there are many people who have excellent talents and end up taking the wrong path, after all, there are so many Chinese people and such a large base. But looking at this doctor, Shen Zhenghui couldn't help but think of the role of ke11y Chen in "Infernal Affairs".

When the other party was exempt from room rounds in Shen Zhenghui's room, he unexpectedly keenly looked at Shen Zhenghui's eyes like a large number of strangers, "What's wrong?" She asked, "Don't you know me again?" Then I'll introduce myself again, my surname is Cheng, my name is Cheng Yang, of course, if you like it, you can still call me ke11y."

"You say 'again'?" Shen Zhenghui's tone was decaying, "Do I often have amnesia?"

"It's better to give birth to a new personality on a regular basis." Cheng Yang walked up to Shen Zhenghui and sat down on the chair, "You were restless some time ago, I thought it was very likely that you were going to do it, and today, it really happened." She carefully observed Shen Zhenghui's expression again, "This time I can calm down, it seems that he is a rational type."

"It seems that my illness has done something wrong to you, to the point where you are not surprised?" Shen Zhenghui asked rhetorically, "I want to know what is wrong with me?"

"Even if you don't ask, I'm going to talk to you about it." Cheng Yang pursed his lips, "So, go to the treatment room?"

Treatment room? Shen Zhenghui's expression was a little weird.

The actual treatment room was completely different from the torture room he imagined, and it seemed to be more in line with Shen Zhenghui's concept of a psychiatric ward than a ward. Cheng Yang has a desk and bookcase in the room, and the desk is full of her personal supplies, which makes the whole desk seem a little personal and warm. Most of the books in the shelves are professional books, but there is no shortage of interesting literature books or two. Shen Zhenghui saw the well-publicized book "Genius on the Left, Madman on the Right".

"You read the book?" Shen Zhenghui asked, taking the book out of the bookcase with some disbelief. Flipped a few pages.

"It's fun to read as a storybook." The other party replied, "Actually, I was quite expecting that I would be able to meet the kind of cases in the book, although there is a lot of nonsense in it."

Shen Zhenghui put the book back and flipped through the basics at random, his heart sank a little, because according to a certain theory, if you are in a dream, you can't see the words in the dream that you haven't read. But the few books he flipped through didn't have this obstacle, which meant that he wasn't in a dream at all, or that this dream was definitely not his own.

"I can lend you a few if you like." Cheng Yang said, "Your hobby of reading has always been consistent."

Shen Zhenghui pursed his lips, and he walked to the position of the recliner, "Can I lie down?" He asked.

"Alright, this is your favorite." Cheng Yang responded, "You have expressed your liking for this chair more than once. You also once said that when you see this chair and this office, you will think of ke11y Chen in "Infernal Affairs", my ke11y name is still taken by you, have you forgotten?"

Shen Zhenghui was a little dazed, and at the same time a little vigilant, "Then I'll lie down."

"Lie down. Don't fall asleep." Cheng Yang replied.

"Thank you, doctor." After Shen Zhenghui lay down, Cheng Yang played some soothing music with the player, and along with this music, she asked in a deep voice. So, now let's talk about who you are now?"

"Doctor, what's my name?" Shen Zhenghui asked politely, his voice was equally low, "I know your name but I don't know my own name."

Have you forgotten your name? Cheng Yang gently wrote and drew in his notebook, "Your name is Shen Zhenghui." Her tone was low and seemed to be inducing people to sleep.

But as soon as he heard the name, Shen Zhenghui's mind was half clear.

"When did I come to the hospital?" He asked.

Cheng Yang was slightly stunned, but he still replied in a gentle voice obediently, "Have you forgotten?" It's 2oo7 years, because you often lose your memory, your personality changes suddenly, and your family sent you here." She paused, as if observing Shen Zhenghui's expression, Shen Zhenghui's gaze was fixed on the ceiling, as if he couldn't tell what he was thinking from his expression at all.

"2oo7 years?" Shen Zhenghui paused, "It's been 8 years, and I actually lost such a long memory before I knew it."

"So can you remember what you used to be like?" Cheng Yang couldn't help but approach Shen Zhenghui and asked.

Shen Zhenghui took a deep breath and paused for a while, only the sound of two people's heartbeats could seem to be heard in the room, "Doctor," Shen Zhenghui asked, "Can I use the computer?"

"What are you going to do?" Cheng Yang felt that the atmosphere of treatment was completely gone.

"I want to go online."

"Yes, but I'm going to oversee you." Cheng Yang responded.

Cheng Yang has a laptop in the office, and the entire hospital is also shrouded in wireless IFI.

"There are patients who say he would have died without an IFI." Cheng Yang explained that she observed that Shen Zhenghui seemed to have a good concept of IFI.

"This hospital. [,！ What's your name?" Shen Zhenghui asked first.

"Aoyama Sanatorium." Cheng Yang said.

"Please, there are hundreds of them in the country!"

"It's also called Pengcheng Third People's Hospital." Cheng Yang replied.

"Pengcheng?" Shen Zhenghui took a look, he searched the encyclopedia of this hospital, carefully read the introduction, and thoughtfully opened a search page.

Cheng Yang looked at Shen Zhenghui and typed in his name.

"You ......" she just shut her mouth as soon as she wanted to say something.

The search results are very few, what Shen Zhenghui and Ping An Insurance Company are in a lawsuit, Shen Zhenghui sells mushroom fungus or something, Shen Zhenghui followed the web page and looked at more than 200 search results, but did not find what he wanted.

So he raised his head and looked at Cheng Yang and asked again. How did I get in? Because of the symptoms?"

Cheng Yang sat down a little cautiously, obviously seeing that she didn't want to irritate Shen Zhenghui, she slowed down her tone, "You have a deep paranoia," she said, "At first, your symptoms were often indulging in fantasies. I feel like an amazing big guy and a great accomplishment in my career." Her tone became softer, "Basically, you put yourself in other people's experiences, and often your personality changes according to your imagination, and that's why your family sent you here."

Shen Zhenghui bit his nails, and casually searched the twentieth century, the historical process of the twenty-first century, and took a cursory look. It doesn't seem to be much different from the history he knew, and it didn't appear in 1949, when Hong Kong was liberated, and it marked that this space was a parallel space, but that doesn't mean that this space is not a parallel space.

Cheng Yang looked at Shen Zhenghui's actions, and rubbed his hands nervously and excitedly.

"You said my family," Shen Zhenghui raised his head and asked, "Who is my family?"

"Your father, your mother and your brother." Cheng Yang said while observing Shen Zhenghui's expression.

"My brother?" Shen Zhenghui was a little stunned. What's his name?"

"Shen Yu!" Cheng Yang replied as a matter of course.

"How can I have a brother?" Shen Zhenghui seemed to be really confused, "This is not in line with the family planning policy. I shouldn't have my brother if I have me."

Cheng Yang licked his lips and said in a slightly regretful tone, "Because you were a little abnormal when you were a child," she said, "so ......" Without saying much, she patted Shen Zhenghui's shoulder. She herself filmed with a certain tentativeness, but she was not attacked by Shen Zhenghui.

"I wasn't normal since I was a kid." Shen Zhenghui asked rhetorically.

"At first your parents thought you were just a little withdrawn." Cheng Yang replied, "Although in the end, you also went to school, graduated, and worked normally, but they still applied for a second child on the grounds that you have autism."

Shen Zhenghui breathed a sigh of relief, "It sounds like something my parents would do. How old is my brother?"

"'86 is almost thirty years old this year." Cheng Yang replied.

"Twenty-nine years old!" Shen Zhenghui pouted, "Then how old am I?"

Cheng Yang's eyes widened, "You happen to be forty years old, and your parents and your younger brother came to celebrate your birthday two months ago, and they also brought your little nephew."

"My nephew?" Shen Zhenghui was constantly bombarded with information, "How old is it?"

"Two years old, he called you Uncle at the time, and you were very happy to come." Cheng Yang said.

"Didn't my wife come to see me?" Shen Zhenghui asked.

Now it was Cheng Yang's turn to be a little surprised, "You...... You've never been married, have you?"

"And girlfriend?" Shen Zhenghui continued to ask.

Cheng Yang didn't know what to say, "I've never heard of it, and your family has never mentioned it."

Shen Zhenghui shook his head in a daze, "My daughter should have ...... I'm six years old."

"Huh? This is the plot in "Infernal Affairs", right?" Cheng Yang couldn't help but say, but she regretted it as soon as she finished speaking.

Shen Zhenghui regained his normal expression, looked at Cheng Yang and said, "Thank you, doctor, I hope to be able to meet my parents and younger brother, can you help me get in touch?"

"Okay!" As soon as Cheng Yang nodded, Shen Zhenghui had already stood up and opened her bookcase, "I'll borrow a few books to read." He said, and then took the few history books and two biographies in the bookcase. History books are concise Chinese history and concise foreign history, which are not thick. The biographies of the characters are all big names in modern times, and as a psychiatrist, Cheng Yang probably likes to look at the biography to figure out the psychology of the big people, which is an occupational disease.

"Yes." As soon as Cheng Yang finished saying this, Shen Zhenghui walked towards the door with the book in his arms.

Cheng Yang was a little overwhelmed by Shen Zhenghui's actions, "It's time to rest, you can go out and take a walk in the garden." She shouted behind Shen Zhenghui, "You can read the book again at night."

"Okay, thank you, doctor." Shen Zhenghui turned around, "Can I still ask you for something?"

"What?"

"Can you show me my medical records?"

"No way!" Cheng Yang sternly refused.

Shen Zhenghui tilted his head, walked out of the room, returned to his room, put the book away first, stared at the wall for a while, and then picked up a book casually and turned a few pages. The mood is still a little anxious and excited. He put the book away and walked out of the room again. The guards watched the corridor closely, but the freedom of the patients did not seem to be restricted. [,！ The patient is led by a doctor and nurse to move outside. Shen Zhenghui also walked towards the garden outside, and met several people who knew him along the way, and when they saw Shen Zhenghui, they all greeted him with mocking expressions, "Isn't this Chairman Shen?" Are you here to inspect it? Do you eat steamed buns?"

Shen Zhenghui ignored it and buried himself in the garden for a walk, he did not sigh for a long time, but kept looking around with some kind of vigilant eyes, making people wonder if he was preparing to escape from prison and fly over the madhouse.

"Chairman Shen, Chairman Shen!" A middle-aged woman suddenly rushed over and grabbed the hem of Shen Zhenghui's clothes, "Our grandson is wronged!" You must make the decision for him, it's all the fault of instant noodles, it's all the fault of instant noodles! Then she exclaimed, "Down with the instant noodles!" Down with instant noodles! "

At this time, several people in white coats ran from the direction she was running from, and smoothly took her off Shen Zhenghui's body, and while injecting her with sedatives, he comforted her, "The instant noodles are ready to be cooked, and they are ready to eat."

Then Shen Zhenghui watched as the lady's voice lowered and was carried away.

At this time, Cheng Yang suddenly appeared beside Shen Zhenghui, "You used to be similar to her for a while," Cheng Yang said, "But you are shouting ......" Looking at Shen Zhenghui's expression, she shook her head, "Forget it." Then she raised her eyebrows again, "You seem to be normal now, can you tell me what your identity is now?"

Shen Zhenghui pursed his lips, "What was my identity last time?" He asked, "They call me Chairman Shen, what kind of chairman am I?"

Cheng Yang laughed all of a sudden, squatted on the ground, and Shen Zhenghui also squatted down, "I'm sorry, as a doctor, I shouldn't be so out of shape, but your identity last time," she laughed and almost rolled on the ground, "Others beg you to uphold justice, tell me what kind of chairman you are?"

Shen Zhenghui pursed his lips, "It seems that the illness is really not light!" He muttered to himself.

Cheng Yang suddenly approached Shen Zhenghui and whispered, "If you sue me for your current identity, I will show you your case."

"Doctor, can I trust you?" Looking at her eager eyes, Shen Zhenghui couldn't help but ask rhetorically.

"Of course!" Cheng Yang replied without hesitation. (To be continued!)