Chapter 1173 Crazy. Unconscious (Part 8)

On the thirty-second day, Feng Bujue received his second "regular inspection." [〈 ＜〈

Just like the time a month ago, he was brought to Dr. Yuan's office by the nursing staff and fixed on a chair.

"Hello, 3232, long time no see." After the two caregivers left, Dr. Yuan greeted Brother Jue with a lukewarm attitude.

To Feng Bujue, Dr. Yuan's words "Long time no see" sounded a bit covert; because he didn't want the patients to know that there were sleeping pills in the dinner and that the doctor would check them every night, he instinctively used this method. wording.

"Yes, it's been a month." Feng Bujue didn't reveal the truth. He just responded calmly, "At least in my impression it's been a month..."

"What? Have you been counting dates recently?" Dr. Yuan asked following his topic.

"Yeah, I'm thinking about it." Feng Bujue nodded and replied.

"Why...do you suddenly start to care about this?" Dr. Yuan asked again.

"Because..." At this moment, Feng Bujue turned on the actor mode and put on a rather complicated expression, "I always feel that... my memory has become worse and worse recently, so I want to remember some thing."

"Oh..." Dr. Yuan responded, but did not continue the topic.

Feng Bujue knew that the other party didn't care about the patient's condition, and regular check-ups were just a formality.

However, relatively speaking, at the beginning of this conversation... the doctor's attention is definitely still relatively concentrated. If there is any information to be conveyed, it is best to do it now.

"And..." Brother Jue only waited for two seconds before he immediately picked up the topic and muttered, "I've always felt thirsty recently... I feel weak all over and I'm a little confused... Oh, it's the most annoying thing. It’s constipation…”

When he accurately stated these iconic "symptoms", he also deliberately used a neither fast nor slow way of speaking, creating the illusion that he was "thinking and talking" to the other party.

In this way, the words will sound more real and natural, rather than like they were made up in advance.

"Well..." Dr. Yuan is also a professional after all. They have been in this field for a long time. When they hear a series of "symptoms" described, they will almost reflexively make relevant judgments, and he is no exception, "... I see."

After saying these four words, his eyes turned slightly downward; a few seconds later, Dr. Yuan raised his hand and wrote a few words on a piece of recording paper at hand.

At this moment, Feng Bujue knew...that his plan had succeeded.

After that, the conversation returned to the "normal" rhythm and ended with a bunch of routine questions and meaningless Q&A.

Feng Bujue basically doesn't need to lie, and he can answer questions fluently. Anyway...he won't tell anything related to his "prison escape plan".

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Day 33, lunch time.

"It's been shortened..." Feng Bujue happily ate the lunch mixed with marijuana and said, "Very good, it's going pretty smoothly..."

What he refers to as "shortened" is none other than the time of "amnesia".

This shows that his "performance" during the examination was effective - after hearing the series of typical symptoms, Dr. Yuan logically made the judgment that "the dosage of the drug was too large and the side effects were too serious", and then Combined with Jue Ge's "very cooperative" performance in the question and answer, the doctor made the decision to reduce the dosage of Jue Ge.

Therefore, after breakfast on the thirty-third day, although Brother Jue still had a "fragmented" reaction, the period of blank memory was shortened a lot.

Feng Bujue used lunch time as a benchmark and relied on his precise sense of time (trained) to quickly deduce... Today's fragment time was shortened by nearly half compared to before; from three hours to forty A few minutes turned into less than two hours.

"Then... as long as I 'pretend to sleep' for a few more days and confirm that they do the same tests every night... everything that happened while I was 'unconscious' will basically be found out. "Brother Jue was thinking as he ate, "In order to minimize surprises during the implementation of the plan, the confirmation of these trivial matters is still indispensable..."

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Day 35, two hours after dinner.

Feng Bujue's caution paid off...

That night, Dr. Yuan and the nurse came to Brother Jue's room on time. However, today Dr. Yuan did more than just measure his blood pressure, heartbeat and respiration...

He also drew blood from Brother Jue.

A syringe is used to draw blood, and the amount taken is not large.

Dr. Yuan's technique was very skillful. Even though Feng Bujue was actually awake, he didn't feel much during the needle pricking process.

In less than ten seconds, it was over.

Later, the nurse who assisted the doctor also used very skillful techniques to treat the bleeding point for Brother Jue.

After the two people left the ward, Feng Bujue opened his eyes and saw the tourniquet and sterile cotton pad on the inside of his left elbow.

Later that night, Brother Jue was awakened again by a sound while in his "real sleep".

He knew that the nurse was here to get the hemostatic tools, so he just pretended that he didn't know... and went to sleep.

On the morning of the thirty-sixth day, when Feng Bujue got up for "morning exercise", he looked down at the almost disappeared pinprick on the inside of his elbow, and muttered to himself: "I was careless after all. …”

By now, Brother Jue has naturally speculated on a lot of information related to last night: "Yesterday was the thirty-fifth day. Assuming that they test the blood of patients on a monthly basis, then...the last blood test was The timing of the bleeding was exactly one to two days before I started pretending to sleep (starting on the seventh day); at that time, I was still struggling with the first wave of continuous 'suffering acid'. The pain, coupled with the fact that the puncture wound was very small and the treatment was very good... I ignored it.”

Thinking of this, Feng Bujue had already done dozens of sit-ups, and his breathing became a little faster: "Huh... Fortunately, I also use the 'month' as ​​a cycle to observe, otherwise by the time I execute Until the escape plan, I may not have known about this 'opportunity'."

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Day sixty-six, late.

Doctor Zhang and the nurse Jue Ge met when he first arrived here walked into his ward together.

This doctor Zhang was transferred five days ago. Feng Bujue's "regular examination" four days ago had also been taken over by Dr. Zhang, so Feng Bujue only knew his last name.

If the previous Dr. Yuan was working in his position with the mentality of "not seeking merit, but seeking no faults", then the older Dr. Zhang was almost working with a "corpse-like meal". Way to go to work.

Through the conversation with Dr. Zhang a few days ago, Feng Bujue has obtained a lot of information from him...

Everyone can see that... this man is quite unwilling to work in Baisha Mental Hospital; it can be heard from Dr. Zhang's words that he feels that a "talent" like him is being put in this place for two months , it’s almost like being exiled from the army.

And his policy is basically - "As long as it is not something that must be done, it must not be done."

Facing such a strange new face, Feng Bujue had to test and observe. Therefore, he stopped taking sleeping pills again four days ago (from the thirty-seventh day, Brother Jue started to eat dinner normally and stopped pretending to sleep) in order to get more information about Zhang during the physical examination. Doctor's information.

As a result, Brother Jue didn't even hear a single useful word in the past few days...

In the past, Dr. Yuan would occasionally ask the nursing staff about the patient's condition while examining the patient's body, but now Dr. Zhang... doesn't care about that at all; the thing Brother Jue has heard most in the past four days is "Find someone for this kind of thing." Complaints like "It's all over if the nurse comes here." Judging from that, asking him to ask someone to do this is quite like playing a bird with a pearl and cooking a chicken with a cow's cauldron.

But...tonight, Dr. Zhang accidentally noticed something.

"Eh? I said... 3232, is he... getting stronger?"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Bujue's heartbeat and breathing suddenly increased. Fortunately, the other person was not listening to his chest with a hearing aid at this moment, but was measuring his blood pressure; otherwise, Brother Jue's pretending to be asleep would have been exposed. .

"Oh! That's right." The nurse immediately replied, "I also feel that he is a little different these days. After you said so, it is true."

As mentioned before, the staff of this mental hospital are rotated in a certain cycle.

The doctors and nurses who were in charge of Brother Jue in the past two months, because they were in contact with him every day, inevitably ignored the changes in his body shape; however, the doctor Zhang in front of him, the last time he saw 3232... was probably... Ten months ago; and the last time the nurse saw Brother Jue was a full two months ago... In their memories, No. 3232 was a very weak person. Wherever it is like now, you can feel the muscles in your arms through your clothes.

"Hmm... strange." Dr. Zhang said, "The previous doctors' reports did not say that No. 3232 was exercising..."

"So you still read the report..." At this moment, Brother Jue, who was lying on the ground, was complaining fiercely in his heart.

"Ah?" The next second, the nurse also asked suspiciously, "Don't you basically not read patient reports?"

"Hey... Is it really okay for you to just say it in front of him... After all, he is also a doctor, and his position is higher than yours..." Hearing this, Brother Jue felt worried for the nurse.

Unexpectedly, Dr. Zhang didn't take it seriously: "Ah... I won't look at it."

You can tell from just this half sentence... Dr. Zhang's "paddling" work style has long been known to everyone, and he himself has no intention of hiding it.

"But..." Half a second later, the second half of Dr. Zhang's sentence was even more devastating, "Only 3232's report... I will still read it, because the part of his fantasy is quite exciting and can be used as a novel. Come and make time.”

"What a shame..." Before the other party finished speaking, Brother Jue cursed in his heart.

"Hmm... I didn't hear that Old Chen, who was working my shift, said that 3232 was exercising." Then, the nurse uncle also thought thoughtfully.

While they were talking, Dr. Zhang had already taken Brother Jue's blood pressure and was about to use a hearing aid to listen to his chest.

"It's not good..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "My heartbeat is a bit too fast now. It will take at least a minute to adjust to a state close to sleep. If he listens now..."

I don’t know if it’s luck or misfortune... At this moment, Dr. Zhang, who was about to put the hearing aid on Brother Jue, suddenly did something that even Brother Jue didn’t expect.

"Hey, how about we take off his clothes and have a look?" Doctor Zhang seemed to have an impromptu idea and turned to the nurse and said.

"Huh?" The nurse was stunned for two seconds after hearing this suggestion, but he soon understood what the doctor meant, "Oh, okay, I also want to see... whether he is exercising."

"Fuck?" Feng Bujue, who was lying there, was shocked at the time. He roared in his heart, "What are you two doing? In this bright (moon) sky (dark) (wind) sun (high), bright (steal) Qian (zhi) Kun (place), is there still any king's law?"

Unfortunately, Feng Bujue's inner cry could not change anything.

Doctor Zhang and the nurse quickly unbuttoned the buttons of Brother Jue's hospital gown one by one and opened it.

"Wow~ What's going on?" After taking a look, the nurse exclaimed immediately, "Are there abdominal muscles?"

Doctor Zhang not only looked, but also pinched Brother Jue's arm: "The chest muscles and biceps are already above the level of ordinary people, this is obviously exercise... and it's high-intensity exercise."

Just like that, the thing that Feng Bujue had worked hard to cover up for two months was easily exposed.

Now, Brother Jue can only pray that the two will not associate this with his plan to "escape from prison"...

But... I never expected...

"By the way... How could he, a lunatic, suddenly start exercising?" The next sentence of the nurse was, "Is he trying to get stronger and then run away?"

"You are simply amazing!" Feng Bujue's heart roared again, "You are the legendary detective Maori Kogoro!"

"Ah... Maybe he deliberately used some method to cover up the fact that he was exercising, so that we can rest assured and be vigilant." Then, Doctor Zhang casually added a sentence in a very calm tone.

"Okay, okay... I have guts, I have guts..." Feng Bujue was speechless.

Just as he was considering whether he should just get up right now and execute his jailbreak plan in advance...

"Puff... Hahahahahaha..." Suddenly, Doctor Zhang and the nursing uncle both burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha... Doctor, you are really a joker."

"Haha... Same here..."

"If this is true, then the person we have locked up here is not a psychopath, but 007..."

"It's not a psychopath in the first place. I wanted to correct you just now. It's a mental illness... The two are different."

So, the two changed the topic in this pleasant atmosphere.

Obviously... they didn't take Brother Jue's exercise seriously at all. (To be continued.)