Chapter 1169: Crazy.Unconscious (IV)

When the door was closed, Feng Bujue was the only one left in the small ward.

He sat down and began to think.

"Although I have said what I want to say, I can't put too much expectations on this doctor..." Feng Bujue said in his heart, "It is easy to see from his attitude that he has no intention of 'curing' me... … All he wants to do is fulfill the basic job requirements, get through his two-month shift, and then for the next ten months, he doesn’t have to be in this shit.”

While Brother Jue was thinking, he moved to the wall and slowly lay down.

"Not just him, other doctors probably have the same mentality...

"First of all, this mental hospital is a state institution, and their salary for working shifts here must be fixed; that is to say... there is no extra money to be made. Therefore, the motive of profit... can be ruled out.

"Secondly, we 'patients' who are imprisoned here are basically a group of guys who were shot twice and it was not a miscarriage of justice; according to ordinary people's logic, being locked up here for a lifetime is already an advantage for us... Under this premise Next, if someone really "recovers and is discharged" from here and re-enters society, it will inevitably attract a lot of public pressure.

"In short... From the personal point of view of doctors, even treating every patient seriously will not do any good. On the contrary, if the patient is 'cured', then the trouble and responsibility he will face next responsibilities...are unimaginable.

"Hmm... Thinking about it this way, putting your hope of leaving here on the doctor is probably a waste of time.

"That report took fourteen years to write. As long as a doctor studies it seriously...it is impossible not to discover the doubtful point of 'knowledge reserve'.

"There are only two reasons why no one has mentioned it so far - firstly, no one seriously looks at that thing at all, they just read it casually as a story, or skim it out of work needs; secondly, no one takes it seriously. , some people did see some doubts in it, but... they didn't say anything, because they didn't want to spend time and labor for an 'incurable super lunatic' like me, let alone bear unnecessary burdens for me. Huge risk.”

Thinking of this, Feng Bujue stretched out and muttered: "Huh... It seems that I can only rely on myself to leave this place..."

…………

More than an hour later, it was lunch time.

The person who came to deliver the food today didn't even say a word. He just knocked on the door twice with some kind of hard object (the nurse was equipped with an electric shock baton) outside, and then directly stuffed the dinner plate in through the lower section of the door. .

"Ah... Is it time for dinner again..." Feng Bujue saw this and murmured as he climbed to the door, "To be fair, the food here is pretty good..."

He brought the dinner plate in front of him, looked over it, and then began to formulate a eating strategy.

Let me explain here, the so-called "eating strategy" is actually-what to eat first, what to eat next, how to eat, and how long it takes to finish eating.

Generally speaking, children from relatively poor families when they were young, as long as they are not too stupid... can easily develop such a habit.

Because children from poor families do not have the conditions to "eat whatever they want", nor do they have the capital to "eat leftovers" or be "picky eaters".

The moment they sit down at the dinner table, the question they are usually thinking about is - "How can I use this half piece of old fat meat and two bites of pickle lumps to dry up this bowl of overnight rice, and at the same time keep my mouth and The stomach creates the illusion that it is full.”

And this... is undoubtedly a science; it is a technique of "improving the quality of life through methods and methods."

As the saying goes, environment makes people, that's all...

People who work hard and earn a salary of more than 2,000 yuan a month are living a life; people who have never worked, but can easily spend more than 20 million yuan at home are also living a life; the thoughts and habits of these two people , vision, etc... There will naturally be great differences.

Here, we are not going to discuss about nobility, good and evil, right and wrong, cause and effect... We will just talk about the knowledge of "saving costs and improving the quality of life under limited conditions". The former must have more knowledge.

Things like renting a suit for an interview, buying air tickets in the morning, reusing old daily necessities, and going to the supermarket to buy discounted vegetables in the evening... It is common sense or commonplace for the former, but for The latter is something that you don’t know or don’t need to know.

Feng Bujue is obviously a "poor person". Of course, he is not so poor that he has to learn the life skills of a homeless person (there are many routines for picking up rags and begging for food, which I will not write about here), but The habit of "eating strategy"... he has developed it since he was a child.

"Such a combination..." Feng Bujue looked at the plate of food and thought to himself, "You can eat half of the fried pork chop first, and put the remaining half on the rice to keep the heat and let the rice get some oil and water. ;Then there is the roasted bran... It seems that instead of using the common sweet method, it is made salty. I have to say it is a failure, because the salty taste conflicts with the taste of salted fish, and it needs to be combined with seaweed and egg drop soup. of……"

Just when Brother Jue was thinking about these things that even I thought were just trying to make up the word count... suddenly!

"Eh?" He discovered something... something that made him wonder, "What is this...?"

While talking to himself, Feng Bujue half-opened his mouth, moved his tongue a few times, and then...he simply put his hand into his mouth.

A few seconds later, he used the index and middle fingers of his right hand to take out something from between his teeth...

"This is..." After staring at the remains of the food for a few seconds, Feng Bujue quickly came to a conclusion, "Orange?"

Indeed, what he was holding in his hand at this moment was a small handful of orange tendons.

"Could it be..." He didn't know what he was thinking of. The next second, he wiped the saliva on his hands on his clothes, and then brought the fingers of both hands to his nose and sniffed carefully. A few times.

"Well... there really is." After reading this sentence, Feng Bujue looked sideways and thought, "But... why don't I remember eating it..."

Except for the plate of food in front of him, Brother Jue has only eaten one meal since he came here, and he remembers it very clearly... There were no oranges in yesterday's dinner.

"The smell of oranges remains on my fingers, which means that not only have I eaten oranges, but I also peeled them and ate them myself. Someone didn't put them in my mouth while I was unconscious..." Feng Bujue then read again, " But I have no memory of eating oranges at all, it’s like..."

At this moment, an idea flashed in his mind: "It seems... like a memory has been erased." (To be continued.)