Zheng Weiwei is a doctor at the Donghai Mental Health Center.

But she was recently seconded by leadership to a strange place called the Institute for Quantum Intelligence.

In a building known as Building C, along with other doctors, he is in charge of the treatment of several mentally ill patients.

And the patient she was in charge of was a young patient named Lin Xing.

Looking at the other party's medical records, Zheng Weiwei shook her head, and said with pity in her heart: "I am so sick at such a young age." ”

But the strange thing is that she has been in Building C for many days, but the patient is nowhere to be found, and even after she asked her superiors, the other party only told her to wait with peace of mind.

Although this situation is a little strange, Zheng Weiwei did not delve into it when she was able to go to work every day openly.

And a day ago, the other party seemed to have finally been sent to the ward, and Zheng Weiwei also planned to correct her attitude and start her own work.

But just before she came into contact with the patient, she was called over by the leader.

The leader named Lu Ming looked at her kindly, and after some greetings, he said, "Xiao Zheng, you're going to contact Lin Xing this afternoon, right?" ”

"I'm here to remind you, Lin Xing is a severely mentally ill patient, don't believe anything he says."

Zheng Weiwei smelled a strange smell from this sentence, how can any doctor need to be specially reminded not to believe what the mentally ill said.

Lu Ming continued: "Don't believe anything he says, but don't show any suspicion, it may irritate his condition and have even worse consequences." ”

"Your previous term was transferred out of here because of improper treatment, which stimulated Lin Xing's condition."

Hearing this, Zheng Weiwei reacted: "My last ...... It's Dr. Chu Qingxin, right? She irritated the patient? ”

Lu Ming nodded: "She tried to find the cause of Lin Xing's illness and wanted to take the initiative to intervene in Lin Xing's conjecture, but the result further aggravated Lin Xing's condition. ”

"Now we invite you to come over, not to ask you to cure him, the key is to ask you to observe his mental state, especially in terms of violent tendencies and changes in the three views."

"As for his assumptions, it doesn't matter."

Zheng Weiwei nodded thoughtfully: "I know." ”

……

The first time I met each other was at one o'clock in the afternoon.

Zheng Weiwei looked at the white and pure young man in front of her, and it was really difficult to connect the other party with the mentally ill.

The other party did not have the unusual behavior of ordinary patients, but instead looked calm, smiling, and always exuded an extremely normal atmosphere.

But from the appearance of the nurses and security guards as if they were facing a great enemy, Zheng Weiwei felt that the young man in front of her was not simple.

"Lin Xing, right? Hello, my name is Zheng Weiwei and I am your new doctor. ”

"Hello, Dr. Zheng. What about Dr. Chu? ”

Zheng Weiwei replied, "Doctor Chu has been transferred away for some things, and I am now in charge of your treatment." ”

The other party sighed: "It's a pity, I haven't seen her for a long time, and I want to talk to her when I come back this time." ”

Zheng smiled slightly: "You can also talk to me." ”

The other party just wanted to speak, but the next moment he frowned, as if he had thought of something, and after a while, he said, "I...... I used to dream every day. ”

Zheng Weiwei asked, "What kind of dream?" ”

The other party said slowly: "I dreamed that I was on a battlefield, and every day I kept going into battle to kill the enemy, and I kept killing or being killed. ”

Zheng Weiwei nodded: "You say you dream every day?" Are these dreams continuous with each other? ”

The other party nodded, and suddenly shook his head: "How do you say it...... It's kind of a repetition. Every time I was killed, I would come back to life, and then rush into battle again, killing until I was killed. ”

Zheng Weiwei said: "You mean...... Transmigration? ”

"Yes, so to speak."

Zheng Weiwei said: "Then what's the problem? ”

The other party thought for a moment and said, "Those dreams are too long. ”

Zheng Weiwei was puzzled: "Too long? ”

The other party said: "If you die in battle, you will fight in death, and I will repeat this reincarnation thousands or even tens of thousands of times a day." ”

Zheng Weiwei was surprised: "You say...... Tens of thousands of times? Do you dream that you are reincarnated tens of thousands of times a day? ”

The other party nodded and continued: "I haven't counted the specific times, anyway, it's probably like that." ”

"I know you may doubt the truth of what I say, but please assume that this is true before discussing the problems I have next."

Zheng Weiwei hurriedly said: "I don't disbelieve you, I won't deny what happened to you until there is conclusive evidence, you can continue to talk about what problems you encountered." ”

The young man nodded, as if recalling something, and said slowly: "The constant reincarnation battle every day has blurred my memory of the real world. ”

Zheng Weiwei said: "You mean you have symptoms of memory impairment? ”

The young man shook his head and sighed, "You still haven't been able to completely substitute for my state, this is not memory impairment, but a normal phenomenon. ”

In Zheng Weiwei's puzzled gaze, the young man explained: "You see, I have to fight tens of thousands of times a day, even if I only fight for fifteen minutes each time, it will be hundreds of thousands of minutes of continuous fighting every day, and this is a year or two. ”

"If you think about it again, when I am fighting on a battlefield for a year or two every day, completely detached from the real society."

"When this life lasts for half a month, a month, or even more, what will I be like?"

The other party said in a deep voice: "For me, I have been away from the real world for many years, and everything in this world has become familiar and distant in my eyes......"

Looking at the other party's low appearance, Zheng Weiwei tried to comfort her: "I can prescribe some medicine for you, try to make you not have that kind of dream." ”

The other party waved his hand: "There is no way to stop this dream, but the problem now is that I find that the memories in the dream are constantly squeezing the memories in my reality." ”

He looked at Zheng Weiwei with a serious face: "People's character, three views and even morality are inseparable from their own memory. How do you think a person would have had a dream about killing and being killed for years? ”

Feeling the other party's gaze, Zheng Weiwei's breathing suddenly suffocated, feeling as if she was frozen by some kind of fierce beast, until the other party shifted her gaze, her body gradually relaxed.

At this moment, she suddenly couldn't help but think in her heart: "If what he said is true, then is this the look that she will have after killing countless people?" ”

Swallowing her saliva and thinking back to what the other party said, Zheng Weiwei thought about it and said: "What you said can indeed happen, if the time in the dream continues to extend, or even surpasses the length of time you have in reality, you may become more and more comfortable with the environment of that battlefield, and feel obvious discomfort with the real world." ”

The other party nodded: "Yes, it's discomfort, no, it's not just discomfort." After a long fight, back in the real world, I sensed that something was wrong with our world. ”

Zheng Weiwei said: "Something is wrong? ”

The other party shook his head: "I know you can't understand, just like when I was a child, I was taught by my father and was used to it, people can't get out of the environment and recognize their own problems......"

Zheng Weiwei's face suddenly became a little strange: "That...... You say your father taught from an early age? ”

Lin Xing nodded: "Is there any problem?" ”

Zheng Weiwei asked, "Can you see your father all the time?" ”

Lin Xing frowned and said: "I was brought up by my father since I was a child, and he only went abroad to work after I went to college, of course I used to see him every day." ”

Zheng Weiwei didn't answer in a hurry, but looked at the information in her hand, and said in a strange tone: "But according to the information I have, you are an orphan who grew up in a welfare home, and you ...... I don't know who my biological father is. ”

(End of chapter)