I'm dead again [quick time travel]

Qiao Jiu was very interested in the continuation of this story, but Mu Zhixu did not continue.

He looked at Qiao Jiu who was blinking, and smiled gently: "My name is Mu Zhixu."

Qiao Jiu looked at him, nodded, and heard him continue to say, "It's your new doctor."

Qiao Jiu saw the inconspicuous look on his face, maybe he thought he couldn't see it?

In fact, even Qiao Jiu felt that he was too sensitive to other people's emotions.

He then nodded.

He originally wanted to ask Dr. Mu many things, but after seeing the strangeness in Dr. Mu's eyes at first, he didn't intend to ask. He forgot many things, and this matter doesn't need more people to know.

"Look," Dr. Mu looked out the window: "The weather is really nice."

Qiao Jiu also looked over, the weather was really nice, but as soon as he saw him, he remembered the farce he encountered when he was preparing to go out.

This hospital is such a mess.Qiao Jiu thought so.

If he had any common sense, he would have seen something wrong very quickly, but he couldn't remember anything now.

Mu Zhixu took out a flower from his pocket and handed it to Qiao Jiu like magic. The flower was purple and looked very thin. Before that, Qiao Jiu had no information about this flower in his mind, but after looking at After arriving at it, I miraculously remembered many things.

For example, this kind of flower is called bellflower, for example, the flower language of this kind of flower is hopeless love...

Qiao Jiu was a little dazed, as it has always been recently, he felt that his head might be rusted, and it turned very slowly and creaked.

"Do you like it?" Mu Zhixu asked.

I don't know how Dr. Mu did it. This flower is still full of vitality. Qiao Jiu looked at such a flower and nodded.

There was a vase next to his bed, and there was nothing in it. Watching Mu Zhixu insert the purple flower into it, Qiao Jiu felt that it was very suitable, as if it should be here in the first place.

Some scenes suddenly appeared in Qiao Jiu's mind, and before he had time to see clearly, the severe pain swept over him.

He bent down, and sweat suddenly oozed from his forehead.

When Mu Zhixu heard the movement, he turned around and saw Qiao Jiu's face in pain.

He hurried to his side and comforted him in a low voice.

Qiao Jiu raised his head, the veins on his forehead popped out, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Mu Zhixu. There was a sound in his throat, but he couldn't hear it clearly. Mu Zhixu approached him and heard the sound from his mouth.

"Why... Li... Li Chenzhou is not here..."

Mu Zhixu was startled, and looked at Qiao Jiu carefully.

His voice was very rough, as if it had been ground by rough stones, but there was intense emotion in his tone, as if he was crying blood.

Isn't it crying blood?Mu Zhixu thought, with his voice, if it goes on like this, it will be useless sooner or later.

He rang the bell, called the nurse outside, found some Valium, and poured it down for Qiao Jiu.

The round-faced nurse looked at Qiao Jiu, whose face was full of tears, and was full of worry, but she couldn't ask Dr. Mu directly, so she could just stand aside and look at Dr. Mu, and then at Qiao Jiu. Dr. Mu didn't know Thinking about something, he looked at Qiao Jiu strangely.

She felt that this was not going to work, so she secretly started to chase people away.

Dr. Mu looked at her with a half-smile, obviously seeing what she meant, but he didn't say anything. He just glanced at her, then walked out with Xiao Xuanchuang, and asked her to take good care of Qiao before going out. Long.

The round-faced nurse nodded hurriedly.

He stood at the door and watched Dr. Mu and the others walk away, closing the door until they could no longer be seen.

Qiao Jiu lay quietly on the hospital bed. He was good-looking at first, but now he is so pale and weak, he looks very painful.

The round-faced little nurse had seen Qiao Jiu's previous photo. In that photo, Qiao Jiu was smiling brightly. Compared with his smile, even the sunlight falling on his head was not so conspicuous.

But now...

She could even think of Qiao Jiu's slender wrist, which had no flesh at all when held, only touching bones.

She looked at Qiao Jiu quietly, when will you get better?

Qiao Jiu frowned in his sleep, he didn't know what he dreamed of, he kept moving around, looking very unsteady, the round-faced little nurse couldn't get away, fearing that something might happen, she could only stare at him closely .

He saw Qiao Jiu's mouth opening and closing, but he couldn't hear anything when he moved closer.

Then he saw tears streaming from the corner of Qiao Jiu's eyes, and then let out a thin sob.

Like a wounded kitten, he didn't cry out, but he could hear his sadness and pain as soon as he heard it.

He cried in his dream.

Wept very sadly.

Qiao Jiu seemed to have changed after that. He became extremely silent and stopped communicating with others. He just sat there inadvertently and started to be in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

The round-faced nurses were helpless.

It wasn't until Mu Zhixu came back and walked to Qiao Jiu's side that Qiao Jiu reacted a little bit. He looked at Mu Zhixu who was squatting in front of him, and his eyes that were originally lifeless gradually gathered.

He was slowly recovering his memory, but he had experienced too many worlds before, and he poured them all in at once, Qiao Jiu's head was almost squeezed.

The memories of the previous eight worlds are all entangled, and Qiao Jiu has not sorted them out. From time to time, a person appears in his mind, and from time to time another person appears, and then fights in Qiao Jiu's mind, whether he loses or wins, or draws. Go away when it's over, and fight again later.

Winning or losing doesn't seem to have any effect on them, but on Qiao Jiu.Every confrontation between them brought great pain to Qiao Jiu.

Qiao Jiu experienced this kind of pain countless times every day, and she didn't feel the feeling that the pain would stop after a long time. Every time, every time, she was in pain.

But he never said it out loud. He knew that he had forgotten something, and he also knew that the fragmented pictures in his mind were his own memories, so every time, he watched and recalled very seriously.

Even if only when the two strands of memory intertwined he could only see a little bit.

The long-term pain caused Qiao Jiu to lose energy and eat less and less. In the end, he could only rely on nutritional injections for maintenance.

He who could only be described as thin had almost lost his shape during this period of time, his face was devoid of flesh, his cheeks were deeply sunken, his eyes were bloodshot, and the big dark circles appeared on his pale face. More noticeable, chapped lips.

Seeing Mu Zhixu standing in front of him, he smiled at him, but the moment he spoke, he forgot what he wanted to ask.

Gu Ci, Zhou Wei, Li Chenzhou... many names came to his mind, and he didn't know what to ask for a while.

In the end, Mu Zhixu said, "It's getting hot outside, let's go back to the room."

Qiao Jiu nodded without refusing.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, and Mu Zhixu slowly pushed him back to his ward.

On the way, I passed the activity hall again, and there were still many patients in it, some of them were sitting in their seats and watching TV, some were squatting on the ground and didn’t know what they were watching, and some were lying on the ground with their mouths opening and closing.

Qiao Jiu remembered that when he passed by here before, he was still wondering what was going on in this hospital, it was so messy.But now, he already knew.

This is a mental hospital.

He's in a mental hospital now, a patient in a mental hospital.

So?

Is he mentally ill?

No one could give Qiao Jiu an answer, not even Qiao Jiu himself. The chaotic memories and occasional pain in his mind kept reminding him that he was indeed not normal.

Mu Zhixu didn't speak, and Qiao Jiu didn't want to speak either. His throat was still in pain, and when he opened his mouth, it hurt.

Mu Zhixu pushed Qiao Jiu back into the ward, let Qiao Jiu sit on the sofa, and bought Qiao Jiu a glass of water: "Shall we chat?"

Qiao Jiu nodded.

Anyway, he also wanted to talk to him. He had seen Dr. Mu in front of him in those chaotic memories. Even though it was just a flash, Qiao Jiu still remembered this face.

Mu Zhixu sat in front of him, and Qiao Jiu sank into the sofa. The soft sofa made him a little sleepy.

The environment in this ward is really good, Qiao Jiu thought so in a daze.

Dr. Mu wore gold-rimmed glasses, and the light was reflected on the mirror. Qiao Jiu felt a little dazzling, and turned his head subconsciously.

"Have you eaten today?" Dr. Mu asked.

Qiao Jiu didn't want to answer his question, he was still thinking about the reflective glasses he saw just now.What's more, he felt that Dr. Mu must know that he didn't eat today.

Dr. Mu asked Qiao Jiu a few more questions, and Qiao Jiu answered some of them and others didn't, it all depended on his mood.

Even so, Dr. Mu didn't have any worries on his face.

Qiao Jiu felt that both Dr. Mu and the round-faced nurse were very kind to him, but their kindness was different. Compared with him, he liked the round-faced nurse more.

An hour passed quickly, and Qiao Jiu only remembered that Dr. Mu asked a lot of questions, but he couldn't remember what he answered, but it didn't matter, he thought so, anyway, he was a psycho, who would believe the words of a neuro?