"And you, painter, what did you come in for? The driver's sudden voice caught me off guard.

"I don't know, sir." I replied vaguely.

"Don't remember? You don't remember something so important? "The driver's thunderous personality was immediately revealed, and it seemed that he wanted to vent his anger at being locked up here.

"Frightened, temporary amnesia. This is a transient intermittent amnesia, so there's no need to be so angry. The psychiatrist explained and helped me round the scene, avoiding unnecessary embarrassment.

I closed my eyes and tried to remember what had happened before, but I couldn't remember anything that had happened before me, except that I was a painter.

"Close your eyes, relax, relax, and empty your head." The psychiatrist approached me and intervened in my mental state with his usual psychocognitive treatments.

Time fell silent for a moment, as if everyone was waiting for my healing.

"I really don't remember." I looked at everyone with begging eyes.

"It's okay, we'll remember it slowly." Psychological counselor Han Yuchen said patiently.

"I'm going to think about it, first of all, some of us have been injured, and secondly, we all look like we've had an accident, and we've all had injuries that have been treated." Doctor Du Ziteng changed the topic and returned to the issue we were most concerned about.

"No, no, no, why should I be in the hospital? How can it be in a psychiatric hospital? The driver, Leslie Cheung, retorted.

"I believe that there must be a connection between us, otherwise according to common sense, a psychiatric hospital would not have been able to admit us." Lawyer Chen Yong, who has been reticent, said.

"We are in a psychiatric hospital, but the point is that there are no nurses and doctors. What kind of place are we? History teacher Chen Ping said.

Time fell silent again, and none of us knew what would happen next?

Suddenly, my head was hot, I lost consciousness and sat down in my chair.

......

"Wang Ling, Wang Ling, can you hear me?" In a trance, I heard the voice of counselor Han Yuchen.

I opened my fluffy eyes, and the blurred vision suddenly became clear, and the clearly visible outline of my face appeared in my mind. I paused and said in a weak voice, "What just happened?" ”

"You fainted just now, now you relax, imagine that you are on the beach, you are sitting on the beach, the scorching sun is baking your body warm, the tide is constantly rising to make your body cool, you are enjoying life at this time......" Psychologist Han Yuchen is using what he calls cognitive therapy as for my fainting.

"Okay, don't talk about it, you're insane!" The driver interrupted the psychiatrist, "You are wearing a white coat, could it be someone sent by the hospital?" ”

"I'm a counselor, these are two different things, please don't misunderstand. Also, in medicine, this is not called neurosis but mental illness. Psychological counselor Han Yuchen slapped the reckless driver fiercely.

Suddenly, the only window with a door in the hospital opened, and an unknown box was released and slammed shut again.

"Huh! We're not sick! We shouted in unison.

Suddenly, we saw a man in a white coat suddenly unlock the door on it, walk in the middle of the second floor, and say with his hideous smile, "Take medicine, everyone." ”

We were all stunned.