Epigenetic

After He Ling left for a long time, Zhu Weixing was still sitting in the corridor until he was called back by the little nurse and asked him to go back to the ward. The doctor wanted to make a second round of the ward.

In front of the hospital bed, the young deputy director came to give Zhu Weixing a routine physical examination with a stethoscope.

"Why is my heart beating so fast? Where is it uncomfortable?"

Zhu Weixing shook his head: "Be nervous."

The deputy director smiled: "Are you still nervous after so many tests?"

Zhu Weixing said: "Maybe staying in the room for two days, it's a bit boring."

The deputy director said: "In the afternoon when the weather is warm, you can also go for a walk in the garden."

Zhu Weixing rarely joked: "The management of the top ward is relatively strict, and you can only run around if you are accompanied."

The deputy director glanced at the little nurse beside him.

The little nurse explained: "Director Li took care of him, saying that the patient's condition is unstable and he cannot leave the scope of care for now."

The deputy director was a little surprised, and looked through Zhu Weixing's medical records.

Zhu Weixing took advantage of the situation and asked, "Can I be discharged from the hospital?"

The deputy director looked at the folder, and the more he looked at it, the more hesitant he became.

Zhu Weixing also felt something was wrong: "What?"

The deputy director said, "Who did the EEG and EKG?"

Zhu MSI: "Is there a problem?"

The deputy director paused and handed him the information.

Zhu Weixing took over the search, didn't understand it at first, but after watching it, she gradually realized the clue, and her expression froze for a while.

I saw that the two ends of the report curve fluctuated and fluctuated, but the middle was flat and dead silent, which was extremely strange.

His heart and brain tracking device is 24h, which is worn during the day and taken every other day.The two ends of the shock are two days, and the straight line of dead silence... is the time of sleep at night.It seemed to mean that after he fell asleep... his heartbeat and brain waves stopped?

Just about to explore, a person came from outside the ward.

The deputy director was surprised: "The director doesn't rest today?"

Director Li smiled: "There will be a meeting in a while, and I can't rest. I just checked two rooms. I'll take this bed."

The deputy director probably also heard about Zhu Weixing's admission to the hospital, and knew that he was Guigui now, but he didn't expect that Guigui was so interested in Director Li, and handed over the report in his hand.

"There is probably something wrong with the equipment," Director Li explained, "These two inspections have been scheduled to be redone tomorrow."

"Is it really an instrument problem?" Zhu Weixing asked.

"Otherwise, what could be the reason? Could it be that you still have the ability to feign death while asleep?" The deputy director left after leaving this sentence, thinking he was humorous.

His inadvertent words made Zhu Weixing's face pale for some reason.

Director Li comforted: "It is also possible that there is a signal on your side at night that interferes with the collection of data records. This is not surprising."

really?

"The indicators related to my last hospitalization should be normal?" Zhu Weixing asked.

Director Li paused and recalled: "The last time I was mainly recovering after surgery, I didn't do a similar checkup. This is the first time you did it after your injury."

After Director Li left for a long time, Zhu Weixing was in a daze.

Another nurse came to ask if he wanted to take a nap.

Zhu Weixing was silent for a long while before whispering: "I want to go out for a walk."

Seeing his appearance, the little nurse seemed to hesitate.

Zhu Weixing raised his eyes: "The director just gave permission, I'll go to the garden to have a look, and I'll be back after dinner."

The little nurse nodded after deliberation.

Walking out of the ward, Zhu Weixing entered the elevator, but instead of going to the garden on the ground floor, he pressed down on the sixth floor. One minute later, the elevator opened on 1F, and Zhu Weixing walked out.

Passing through a long corridor and a guarded small door, the noise of people came, crowds of people gathered, and the queue was winding. This is the usual lively hospital environment.

I wish MSI walked aimlessly through the patients.He didn't know where he was going or what he wanted to do.I just feel that my thoughts are chaotic, just like his life, like a trickling stream, calm and boring.But every time I stepped on it, a blood blister would be cut out by the rocks at the bottom of the stream.It hurts a little, but I feel better after suffering, and I step on my foot again, unintentionally, another blood blister.

Maybe it's a coincidence, Zhu Weixing said this sentence so many times since he was discharged from the hospital, he can hardly remember.One coincidence, two coincidences, five times, ten times...is it still a coincidence?

But not a coincidence, so what?

Couldn't find an answer.

After thinking about it, he came back to realize that he had unknowingly walked to the Shenwai ward, and the familiar corridor was in front of Zhu Weixing.

Unlike other lively places, there are very few people here before visiting time.Zhu Weixing, who was wearing a hospital gown, was not stopped by the nurse at the door.

Looking at the empty corridor, Zhu Weixing recalled the perspective in his dream, he stepped forward, and once again imagined himself as a piece of paper, swaying and moving forward.

Passing by wards, finally, I walked into Room 606.Three months ago, where MSI woke up.

At this time, the ward in the quadruple room was not fully occupied, and the two beds in the middle were empty, and a person was sleeping by the window, still on IV.

Zhu Weixing came to the window, looked at the closed windows and doors, and carefully looked inside the enclosure, and confirmed that it was different, quite different from the dream.

When he returned here in a dream, except for the innermost one which was vacant, all three beds in the ward were occupied.Bed No. [-] is an old man, and Bed No. [-] is a fat aunt who has taken care of her.But the reality is that there is no one on the fourth bed, and there is a patient who looks like a student lying on the third bed, so it is completely different, completely different.

Oh, Zhu Weixing couldn't help laughing.

Ridiculous, what do you want to do, what are you looking for?

Even if his life is full of unsolvable mysteries, there is no need to rely on pretending to be a ghost.

Shaking his head and about to leave, he caught a glimpse from the corner of the eye that the drip on bed No. [-] was about to run out, and the man You was sleeping, so Zhu Weixing wanted to ring the bell for him before leaving.

Just as he bent down to touch the button, Zhu Weixing froze suddenly, as if struck by lightning.

He thought he was restrained and calm, and would never panic easily, but at that moment, Zhu Weixing guessed that his expression must be stunned.His limbs were stiff, and he stared at the bedside table in front of him, motionless for several seconds.

In front of me... On the bedside table, there is a deep circular arc, the mark of being hit by a heavy object.

Zhu Weixing remembers that in his dream of the zombie hospital, the fat lady in bed No. [-] cried bitterly because her husband was in a coma. The person next to her was handing her water, but she knocked it over with one hand in grief, and the water glass overturned on the bedside table. It fell apart, leaving an arc mark on the table.

In the dream, Zhu Weixing was close, could see clearly, and remembered clearly, that trace was exactly the same as this...

Surprised, Zhu Weixing's eyes turned black and her temples swelled.A chaotic image emerges in the blurry field of vision, colorful, black and white, fresh and old, real and illusory, far away.

He was in the hospital, he woke up alone, he found his family, he returned to the antelope, he met Jiang Yi, and he got to know relatives and friends around him again.

He wandered around, he dreamed of standing in front of Jiang Yi's bed, he dreamed of going to the hospital, he dreamed of the blue-faced old Wei, he was always dreaming, dreaming night after night.

He heard from Ma Qing that he would die, he heard from Kong Qiang that he was a ghost, he heard from Mrs. Song that he was a character in a revived play, and he heard from people on the Internet that unclean things can't get close to the water lamp in the small red city. .

He had a headache, he was dizzy, his hands and feet were out of balance, he had no brain waves or heartbeats in the middle of the night...but he was fine, he was healthy.

Why, why? !

"----what!"

For the first time, Zhu Weixing couldn't stand the pain. He hugged his head and let out a cry of pain. Physical and psychological, external and internal double cramped, like two sharp ends of a cross, pierced through his head and heart.

The miraculous little nurse who answered the bell to change the patient's drip saw the shaky young man as soon as she entered the door.

The little nurse was startled and rushed in to help her.

As soon as he approached, he was held tightly by the young man.

Zhu Weixing opened his eyes wide, the clear whites of his eyes stained with thin bloodshot eyes, and asked in shortness of breath, "How is the patient named...Wei Da in bed No. [-]..."

"Ah?" The little nurse outside the gods was stunned, took a closer look, and recognized the person, "Zhu Weixing? Are you hospitalized again? You ask Wei Da? Fat aunt's husband?"

Zhu MSI nodded hard.

The little nurse from Shenwai was puzzled, but she still replied: "He passed away. The first operation was successful when you were here, but complications occurred in the second operation two months later."

Zhu Weixing gripped her hand tightly, her expression slightly distorted.

"when"

The little nurse from Shenwai recalled: "A few weeks ago... around mid-October, NO.20? I can't remember the details, but I passed out after a few days of coma."

Around NO.20... Isn't it the days when I dreamed about the zombie hospital and the blue-faced old Wei?

The dream mirrors the reality, and the time fits together, it is no longer a coincidence...it can be applied mechanically.

Before falling into groggy darkness, Zhu Weixing thought tremblingly, the sharp stone at the bottom of the stream finally cut my foot, maybe earlier, the blood bubbles covered the soles of the feet, festered to the bone, and I could no longer walk...

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Consciousness came back again, and he opened his eyes on the bed in the VIP ward on the top floor.

It was already dark, and the room was dark, only a small lamp by the bed was quiet and dense, it was a warm and warm bright yellow, but in Zhu Weixing's view, it was darker and colder than the dark blue.

He suddenly felt that he was familiar with this place for no reason. This feeling was in a trance for a moment, and then separated in an instant, almost an illusion.

Zhu Weixing stared at the void for a long time, then sat up stiffly.

When I got out of bed, my legs were still weak, so I supported the bed rails so as not to fall.This reminded Zhu Weixing of the days when he just woke up, when he first arrived in the chaotic new world, weak and dazed, ignorant of his surroundings.And now, three months later, he thought that he had integrated and adapted and was getting better, but he was sent back to his mother's womb overnight.

Countless scientific excuses flashed through his mind to explain the weirdness at the moment, but like a poor student who was afraid of the exam, he searched for formulas and scratched his head, but none of them could be applied.

Visions have always been zero and infinity. When you notice a point is strange, you will naturally doubt whether a line is strange, then doubt the whole surface, doubt the whole, doubt others, doubt yourself, and finally doubt life and the world.

What is true and what is false.What is life?What is death?Is he in reality or in a dream?Is he alive or dead?Or there is no reality and no dream, no life and no death.Neither Zhu Liangliang nor MSI.Everything is just imagination, nothingness, and air.

The worldview that Zhu MSI has always relied on is crumbling, and the belief is about to collapse.He stood on the edge of the cliff, unable to find the man who pulled him,

He staggered and took two steps, finally fell weak and slid down the wall, Zhu Weixing lowered his head, curled up his hands and feet, and hugged himself helplessly and fearfully.

In a moment of distraction, the mobile phone that was dropped at his feet kept flickering. Looking at it in a daze, a familiar question mark appeared on the screen.

Question marks, question marks, Zhu Weixing's heart is also full of question marks at the moment.

Am I a human or a ghost?Am I dead or alive?Am I wishing MSI?Who am I...?

There are countless doubts and life-threatening questions, but no one answers them, and they are unable to answer them.

Shaking his hands, he wanted to push the phone away, but accidentally touched the button to enter the chat page.In an instant, dense question marks filled his eyes.

I wish MSI a stay.

The earliest message came in the afternoon, Zhu Weixing was talking to He Ling, but he didn't find it.

The last message was sent out in the evening at intervals of a few hours, but Zhu Weixing went wandering outside the gods and did not find it.

I didn't get a reply to two in a row, but the person on the other end of WeChat has never been treated like this.The other party's emotions became more and more intense, and they began to attack with question marks every hour, every [-], [-], and [-] minutes.

Until now, these dozens of messages were not noticed by Zhu Weixing who woke up from a coma.

The rows and rows that couldn't be drawn to the end were impatience, irritability, annoying childish paranoia, but they were also worries, concerns, and longings that were difficult to ignore...

Someone was angry and anxious because he didn't get his reply and attention.

Zhu Weixing suddenly felt sour. If his life is fake, his life is fake, and the world is fake, then this person alone should be real, because with his own imagination, he can't imagine such a warm and lively energy, fearless and cold. Night is better than the sky and the universe, indestructible and indestructible.

Before another question mark was sent, Zhu Weixing opened the message bar, did not reply, but directly pressed the call button.

In less than a second, the other end picked up.

He didn't show a whole body of slump, Zhu Weixing's words were calm and light, with only a little tremor at the end, it was hard to find if you didn't listen carefully.

He said: "Jiang Yi, no one has tampered with the water lanterns in Hongguang Town, right? The lights will go out because of me."