Soon after, a third treatment operation had to be announced, but this time it was not much better, if not worse, than the previous two. Patel had been dragged into the valley by Chari for the rest of his life, his eyes were straight all the time, his shriveled lips were about to turn into a deep V-shape, and his steps were unusually difficult and slow with his shoes.

As we were staggering along, Patel suddenly staggered to a halt. He stalked his neck, and his throat seemed to be like a fish spine, and he couldn't go up or down. Then he twisted his head and screamed like a wolf. In a few moments, a mouthful of crimson blood gushed out of his mouth, and we were all terrified. At a loss, he fell straight down again without warning, but fortunately Chari ran two steps to catch him, and he didn't fall on the sharp rock and almost died.

Patel, who fell headlong, was already unconscious, and his body leaning on Charri's arms was also very hot at the moment, and it was estimated that it must have burned to more than 40 °C. His breath was so rapid that he looked like a cow panting. I gently felt his pulse, and it was beating very fast and noisily like a galloping horse. If his body goes in the opposite direction, there is always some way to save it. But at the moment, his body is like a train rushing towards death at high speed, and we can't stop it at all. He ravaged his body with arrogance, but we could not think of anything to save him, and we could only watch helplessly as the flames of his life burned more and more.

Nearly a quarter of an hour had passed, and Patel showed no signs of recovery, so we had to risk taking him back to the hospital. After the next three days and three nights of rescue, fortunately, Patel finally returned to the reluctant world after wandering around the ghost gate.

But the treatment was a complete failure. All that awaited Patel now was a non-return ticket to the hateful island of Simon, but he didn't know it. He was now immersed in a state of fear every day.

Frustrated, Chari hid in a small corner and licked his bleeding wounds. And when we will be able to muster up the courage to face Patel, Dean Alsace, and me again, it's really hard to predict.

Is that the end of it?! Could it be that we have no other choice but to sit back and wait?! Could it be that I have no way to return to heaven and can no longer redeem any living beings, including my beloved friends, and that I can only survive in this ridiculous world for the rest of my life?! I don't believe it, absolutely not!

I couldn't sleep for countless dark nights, and I was unwilling to surrender like this, but I couldn't think of any good way to deal with it.

The long night was like a dark abyss, ready to swallow me up at any moment, but I was still struggling to resist on the edge of the rugged barrenness.

In the palm of my hand, the small sachet that had been given to me by an old monk with a crane hair and a childish face a long time ago was lying quietly. Although it does not show any superhuman energy, it magically brings me a peaceful and comfortable state of mind that is different from the past. I picked up this cute little sachet and looked at it intently, hoping to get solace from it. But in an instant, an unexpected thought passed through the ravines in the brain and came out wonderfully.

Why can't I try a scenario simulation reproduction that seems so wonderful at the moment?! If I had adopted this miraculous method, I would have been able to travel through his endless minds, so that I could get to know him more deeply, help him, and most likely lead him out of the shadow of his dangerous mind and into a normal psychological track. As soon as I thought about it, my heart became extremely excited. I sat up from the bed with a bang, my heart surging and I couldn't control my excitement.

However, before the impulsive excitement had completely faded, another thought came to my face like a storm, and immediately my psychological defensive front completely collapsed.

I've forgotten that, I'm going to expose the shocking secret of my belonging to the Insurgency! Didn't Sister Susan, who is a sincere solidarity, tell me everything?! This matter can only be known to you and me, and must not be known to a third person, even to my parents, let alone other people who have nothing to do with me.

I'm completely out of idea now, with the alarmist curse-like words of "can't tell anyone" on the one hand, and the tortured faces of poor Patel and her best friends burning my heart on the other, what should I do?! Where do we go from here?!

I suddenly felt a chill all over my body, and hurriedly pulled the quilt next to me and wrapped myself tightly. How nice it would be if my sweetheart, Amanda, could snuggle up to me now! I could confide in him all the bitterness and doubts I had suppressed in my heart, but now that he was far away, I could only rely on myself.

I thought about it all night, but I still couldn't make up my mind. It was already about four o'clock in the morning when dawn was approaching, and I had entered a state of confusion that seemed to be asleep but not waking up. In dreams that are both real and fantastic, poor Patel, and my close friends Vanney, Hetty, and Susan, and my friends Allen, Bennet, and Doug, who are not afraid of danger, and of course my close lover Amanda, who is close to my heart, are like a burlesque play.

I reluctantly opened my astringent eyes and stared ahead. It was as if I was standing beside them, holding hands with them to form a strong fortress. Needless to say, this was a group mission that I participated in in the training of the Fearless Trainees. How could I have thought of this training?! Suddenly, it became clear to me that although this was just an ordinary training program, it was unmistakably clear and unmistakable to reveal an eternal truth. In fact, he was actually tirelessly advising me that if I stayed out of the matter alone and treacherously betrayed my promises, although my body could barely protect myself for a while, my soul would eventually fall into an abyss from which I could never recover, and I would never be able to transcend it.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger! Once my thoughts were clear, I immediately felt that I was as light as a swallow, full of energy, and no longer so tired and sleepy. I got out of bed, washed up briefly, and left my room to go to the Abbot of Arthas.

The sky had just darkened, and the distant horizon had turned into a gorgeous and brilliant ribbon of gold. After a while, a red sun rose, reflecting the sky red, like a well-drunk rose, drunkenly overflowing with brilliant light and color. Looking at this rare and picturesque scenery, I think it must be a good sign that this strategy will be a good omen.

When I arrived at Abbot Alsace's house, I was speechless when I saw Abbot Alsace. His appearance is really worrying, not only is his face sallow, but his eye sockets are deep-set, and the bags under his eyes hang like two big light bulbs, which must not be formed without a good rest overnight. In front of him were two large stacks of academic books, and in front of his eyes was a large 16-page old treatise on psychiatry that was as thick as a brick.

At this moment, he took off his reading glasses, rubbed his sore and dry eyes, and said to me apologetically, "I'm really sorry! It's been days since I met with you to talk to you, mainly because I want to hurry up and find some feasible and unexpected treatments to save Patel from the abominable hell of Simon Island. ”

"Yes, I've been thinking about this a lot these days. I think we can change our thinking and try it out with a new approach. What do you say? I asked urgently.

But Dean Arthas didn't have any special reaction, and he smiled understandingly, saying, "We have been experimenting with this method for a long time. Although it has some effect on some patients, it is of no use to Patel. He either can't go deep into this simulated scene, or he is messing around in the simulated environment, hitting whatever he sees, and he can't restrain himself at all. There's no way we can calm him down, let alone treat him. ”

At this juncture, I have to tell the truth. No matter what he does, he can only do one and two endlessly. I said firmly and loudly, "Perhaps, I can go into Patel's simulation and find out!" ”

Dean Arthas was dumbfounded, he couldn't believe his ears, but he managed to hold on to a hint of the old man's reserved demeanor.

I paused for a moment, then continued, "Obviously, ordinary people ...... Oh no, it's impossible for an able-bodied person to do it at will, and I'm ...... The Insurgency can be easily achieved, and it is highly likely to lead ordinary people into a relatively safe and secure situation. ”