Strange Recovery: I Can Become A Big Demon

"Why did you send us to the hospital, why..."

A group of patients with terrifying appearances all surrounded them.

Doctor Zhao's eyes widened.

"Don't...don't come here...don't...ah..."

Heart-piercing shouts came from the underground garage.

...

On the second floor of the hospital on the other side, there was a dead silence at the moment.

The light in the corridor was very dark. It seemed that due to the long service life, the white floor tiles were a little yellow, and there were still some dirt on them that could not be removed.

There are traces of dragging heavy objects on the ground.

The walls on both sides are peeling off, and the doors of some departments are dilapidated, as if they have not been used for a long time.

Compared with the whiteness and cleanliness of the first floor, this place looks more dilapidated and real.

Entering the second floor rashly from the first floor will give people a sense of absurdity, as if walking directly from a modern hospital to an old dilapidated hospital that has survived since the 1980s.

It may even make people suspicious.

Is this a long-abandoned hospital, and everything on the first floor is all fake.

In this kind of worry, the patient's heart will become more and more depressed.

This itself is also one of the hospital's treatment methods. Everything on the second floor is deliberately creating a psychological hint. The so-called special treatment has already begun since the patient went upstairs!

At the end of these abandoned departments is a black iron door with the words [Special Treatment Room] written on it.

in the treatment room.

A patient and a doctor sit opposite each other.

The light was very dim, there was only one hanging lamp above their heads, and the not-too-bright light enveloped a circular range.

Among them, there are eight stools.

At this time, the doctor with square face, wearing a pair of rimless glasses and playing with a silver pocket watch, was sitting there in a relaxed posture, smiling at the patient: "Then our treatment has officially started, number 7?"

"Doctor Luo, when I came here just now, I seemed to see..." No. 7 hesitated, but said: "There is something in a department!"

Doctor Luo frowned: "There is something, what do you mean?"

"It's... dirty things!" No. 7's face turned pale: "One of the department's windows was broken, and I clearly saw a woman inside, and she was smiling at me!"

"This is normal, No. 7. It may be that your condition has worsened." Dr. Luo paused before speaking meaningfully.

"But the doctor..." No. 7 hesitated to speak.

His doubts are actually far more than that.

The doctor brought him up very early tonight, but kept saying that there was someone in the treatment room and asked him to wander around on the second floor first.

During this period, No. 7 saw a lot of things that were frightening.

He found a very pale bloody handprint on the door of a department, heard a cry for help outside a house marked as a utility room, and when he went to the toilet to wash his face, he always felt that there was a person standing behind him... …

Discoveries like this made No. 7 feel more and more that the second floor might not be clean, and even doubted whether there would be problems on the first floor?

Will the roommate I sleep with every day also have problems?

In short, the few hours before the official treatment had already made his heart suffer to the extreme, his mind became more and more confused, and his own symptoms seemed to be obviously aggravated.

"Don't think too much, your illness has become more and more serious recently, and you can only get relief if you treat it well." Dr. Luo said, interrupting No. 7's thinking.

"Come on, look at this watch, stare at the second hand carefully, and carefully calculate how long it has passed."

He opened the cover of the pocket watch, and there was a "ding" sound, which was clear and pleasant to the ear. No. 7's attention was instantly attracted.

"Count with me, one second, two seconds, three seconds..."

"One second, two seconds, three seconds..."

No. 7 spoke involuntarily, and as he read more and more numbers, his vision began to blur. Gradually, only the watch in the doctor's hand was left in his eyes.

The dial seems to be getting bigger.

Until the end, his entire world seemed to be filled with this watch.

No. 7's voice became more and more dull and mechanical, no longer just counting seconds, but what the doctor said, he would instinctively nod, repeat, and agree.

"Whatever I ask next, you will answer, and you can't hide anything."

"Whatever you ask, I will answer it? Okay, I am willing." No. 7 said in a daze.

"Ding"

The dial was closed, and with a crisp sound, No. 7's face recovered a bit of agility, but he was still staring at the pocket watch.

At this time, Dr. Luo smiled and asked.

"Number 7, what are you most afraid of?"

"I'm most afraid of... old people, children, and black plastic bags." Number 7 answered truthfully.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Affective disorder, very indifferent to people and things." No. 7 replied again.

These two questions are used to test the success of hypnosis.

After hearing this, Dr. Luo glanced at the medical record in his hand, nodded in satisfaction, and continued to ask: "No. 7, what is the most impressive and unforgettable thing in your life?"

"They could be a thrilling experience, the most vicious thing you've ever done, or a memory of your scariest."

"Recall every detail of that time, and tell me carefully, okay?"

"Okay..." No. 7 nodded in a daze, recalling seriously.

After a while, he said: "I once went to the countryside to deliver goods. It was winter, the road was very dark, and there were no street lights in remote areas."

"On the way back, I ran into an old man. The food and rice in the insulated box she was carrying spilled all over the floor. She must have rushed to deliver food to someone overnight."

"She was knocked into the air by me for more than a meter, her head was broken, her legs seemed to be broken, and she lay on the ground screaming and screaming."

"I drove the car and ran, but I didn't go far. I found in the rearview mirror that the old man sat up and stared at the direction I left. She was memorizing my license plate number!"

"I didn't dare to just run like this, so I reversed the car and ran back and forth twice. I didn't leave until I couldn't hear the cry."

"Actually, I was very scared and nervous, and my palms were full of sweat. I was so scared to death!"

"If anyone finds out, I'm done."

After listening to No. 7's narration, Dr. Luo smiled: "No. 7, this is not your fault. Your illness itself is a lack of emotion and a loss of compassion. You don't need to have a psychological burden. You are right and wrong... ...just a disease."

No. 7 froze for a moment, and the only trace of guilt in his eyes disappeared: "Thank you, doctor, I feel much better after telling this matter."

"It's okay, there will be follow-up treatment later, and you will be completely relieved." Dr. Luo said meaningfully.

At this time, in the darkness, a man in a white coat came out, and as he approached step by step, his figure slowly hunched, and he actually turned into the appearance of an old woman.

The old woman sat down on a stool, holding a lunch box in her hand, and there was a posthumous photo on the lunch box, which showed another old man.

"What else?" Dr. Luo glanced at the old man from the corner of his eye, and continued to ask.

No. 7 kept watching Dr. Luo and his pocket watch, as if he didn't notice the old man's appearance at all.

"Another time, I rented in an old community..."