Chapter 493 Truman

Touching the coldness on my face with my fingers, I withdrew my gaze and looked at my appearance on the glass window.

The half-black and half-white mask fits perfectly on the face, covering up the original ordinary face, revealing a mysterious and weird feeling.

"Is this me?" I stood up, walked to the window with my mask on, and looked at myself in the glass. The mask only left two holes for my eyes.

"It seems that something has changed. Even my own temperament is different from before."

"What are you doing?" Feng Minglong sat on the other side of the bed, his voice trembling as he looked at my completely different behavior.

I turned around subconsciously and saw a trace of surprise and fear on Feng Minglong's face: "Is it that scary? It's just a mask."

I casually took off the mask of Good and Evil Shura and threw it on the hospital bed. Feng Minglong breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not scary. After you put on the mask, I always felt that you looked a bit like those perverted killers in the movies. You gave me It feels very strange, and by the way, your temperament is similar to that of a cold-blooded pervert, and this mask really suits you."

"So big of a change?" I have an ordinary appearance, which is very different from the actors with distinctive personalities in the movie. But after putting on the mask, I seem to have become another person: "About the mask, don't go out and mess around." Let’s face it, this thing is just a decoration.”

Feng Minglong rolled his eyes: "Are you lying? Forget it, for the sake of the lunch meal, I will never tell anyone a word."

I nodded, put on the mask again, sat cross-legged on the hospital bed and practiced the Miaozhenxin method.

This time it only took me two or three seconds to get into the state. What’s even more exaggerated is that after putting on the mask, my understanding of the nature of heaven and earth continued to deepen, and I seemed to be in touch with the most essential rules of the world. This feeling is wonderful. The level of cultivation in my body continues to rise, the true energy circulates, internal and external integration seems to block some kind of interference, my will is immersed in the embrace of heaven and earth, and I am no longer maliciously targeted.

After a few weeks, the innate energy in the lower Dantian became stronger again, and I was very satisfied.

"With the Mask of Good and Evil, the impact of God's will has been negligible. Coupled with Teacher Chen's Buddhist beads, my practice speed seems to be faster than before. This can be regarded as a blessing in disguise." sounded in the small ward. Feng Minglong snored rhythmically. I glanced at his bed, stopped practicing myself, took off my mask, turned off the light and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, after the doctor's routine examination, Teacher Chen, accompanied by several nurses, took me to Ye Bing's ward.

In the VIP ward, Jiang Fei, wearing a light-colored dress, was watering the flowers on the window sill, and a doctor stood beside Ye Bing's bed with a frown on his face.

"Dr. Yan, I've invited someone here for you." Opening the door, Mr. Chen stood side by side with me with a kind face.

"Sorry for the trouble, Teacher Chen, but the specific treatment plan will have to wait. My teacher has not arrived yet." The middle-aged man named Dr. Yan quickly made room for Chen Lao: "As you know, my teacher has a weird temper. It took a lot of effort for me to persuade him to personally treat the patient."

"Don't worry about the cost."

"Don't dare, Teacher Chen. If you ask for fees, I will leave immediately. I help you out of kindness. If it weren't for you, how could I have this warm home now?"

Through in-depth conversations, I learned that Dr. Yan in front of me is 44 years old and is a relatively famous brain surgeon in China. He had been married twice, but never had children. Later, he went to Mr. Chen's orphanage to adopt one, and that was roughly the relationship.

"This is Mr. Gao." Dr. Yan, who is in his forties, looks much older than his actual age. He is not tall and only reaches my ears. He likes to have a special accent when he speaks. This may be a famous doctor. The proper demeanor: "I have heard Mr. Chen talk about you. This treatment is very critical. I hope you can fully cooperate."

I was polite to Mr. Chen, but if I were a young man in my twenties, Dr. Yan would become a little cold in his words.

But I didn't care, nodded and looked at Ye Bing on the hospital bed.

Compared with a few weeks ago, she had lost a lot of weight, her face was sallow, blue blood vessels were swimming on the surface of her skin, and her whole person looked much more haggard.

"Gao Jian..." Jiang Fei, wearing a light-colored dress, walked over with a light smile on her face: "Thank you for coming."

"Don't thank me. I'm just doing this for my own peace of mind." The truth is often the hardest to hear. I walked aside and looked through Ye Bing's cases, not caring at all about the pointing fingers of the nurses behind me and the deep eyes of Dr. Yan. A hint of contempt.

Maybe in their minds, I'm a bastard who abandoned his girlfriend and didn't love his old relationship.

With a self-deprecating smile on my face, I didn't care at all.

"Mr. Gao, my teacher will be here later. I hope you can actively cooperate. He has a weird temper. If you make him unhappy, he might turn around and leave." Dr. Yan gave a few instructions and then left the ward. Unrelated to anyone, he and Teacher Chen were sitting together and chatting animatedly, while I was sitting by Ye Bing's bed, looking at the face that was no longer familiar to me.

"Don't be angry." Jiang Fei quietly sat down and spoke in a low voice.

"Why are you angry?" I didn't look back, thinking about falling asleep.

"That Dr. Yan probably misunderstood you, so don't mind if he said something thorny. This doctor is actually quite responsible. I heard that he specifically turned down two international medical seminars in order to treat Ye Bing." Jiang Fei A lot has changed in the past month or so. She used to have a fiery personality and would never wear a light-colored dress, let alone speak softly.

"He didn't do it to treat Ye Bing, but did it deliberately to show Mr. Chen." The corner of my mouth raised: "I don't take this Dr. Yan seriously at all, he is just a clown."

Regarding the research on the existence of human ideology after deep coma, I should be considered to have entered the top ranks. After all, even the most famous doctors rarely have the experience of entering the middle dream state. So I didn't count on him at all. I came here just to explore the basic situation, and then wait until night to fall asleep and take action myself.

This wait lasted all morning. Dr. Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead from time to time and made more than a dozen calls in front of Mr. Chen. His so-called teacher finally got through. Then he made people laugh and cry. The other person simply said: After just one sentence, he hung up immediately.

"What's the noise about? Let me sleep a little longer."

When I heard the voice on the phone, I wanted to laugh. It's almost time to have lunch, haven't you woken up yet? Are you still talking with an air of getting out of bed? Is this a doctor who saves lives?

At 3:30 in the afternoon, footsteps sounded in the corridor. The man outside the door was wearing thick-soled leather shoes, and every step he took was very steady.

Without knocking, the ward door was pushed open directly, and a tall and thin man said in an impatient tone: "Where is the patient?"

"Teacher, you are here!" Dr. Yan seemed to have seen the savior. He ran over enthusiastically and dragged the tall and thin man to introduce to Teacher Chen: "This is my teacher - Truman, thirty-one years old, domestic subconscious Experts, experts in psychology and psychiatry, and even gave lectures to professors from famous foreign universities.”

"He is your teacher? But he is not older than you?" Mr. Chen still maintained a calm smile. No one knew what he was thinking in his heart at this time.

"My teacher is a genius. Although he is not well-known in this field, very few people who have come into contact with him know that his strength is the best in the country." Dr. Yan rubbed his hands and turned his head to lose weight. The tall man led him to the bedside and said, "Teacher, I'm going to trouble you now. This patient's situation is very special. Her vital signs have been declining since the night before yesterday. We have used all means, but we can't find the cause. Her There was no damage to the brain."

"No brain damage?" The tall and thin man picked up Ye Bing's case and looked through it: "The patient is in a clinical state where he is completely unable to perceive himself and his surrounding environment; there is no obvious sleep-wake cycle; the autonomous functions of the brainstem and hypothalamus are completely lost. ; No sustained and reproducible behavioral responses to visual, auditory, tactile or noxious stimuli; Inability to understand or express language; Incontinence of urine and feces..."

After reading it, he raised the case and waved it a few times: "Is everything recorded on it true?"

"Yes, I have tried various methods, but none of them work." Dr. Yan stayed by his side with a very low posture.

"The brain function is completely lost. It's useless for you to come to me. Please ask someone else." After saying that, the tall and thin man walked out of the ward without looking back, leaving only a room full of stunned doctors and nurses.