Chapter 1170: Doctor Fang

After dinner, Chen Ge lay on the bed with a dull face, silently staring at the paradise outside the window.

Compared with the first time he woke up from a coma, Chen Ge became more silent. Perhaps in the eyes of the doctor, he is now more in line with the requirements of the hospital.

"Boom!"

The door of the ward was roughly pushed open, and two nurses and Xu Wan walked in: "Chen Ge, it's time to take your medicine."

"Where's Dr. Gao? Isn't Dr. Gao usually here to dispense medicine?"

"He has to be busy with other things at night, so I will take over for the time being today." Xu Wan's voice was very gentle, and she could not hear anything unusual. After seeing Chen Ge swallowing three white pills, she said again: "The hospital ward Serious shortage, this is your new roommate, you can't scare him away anymore!"

Two nurses dragged a pale middle-aged man into the ward, and put him on Zuo Han's bed.

"Let's get to know each other, have a good rest, and be careful not to run around at night." After Xu Wan finished speaking, she took two nurses and left, leaving only two patients in the ward.

Chen Ge looked at the other party curiously. His new roommate looked to be in his forties, with few wrinkles on his face, but his hair was completely white.

He seemed to have experienced all kinds of inhuman torture, his mental state was extremely poor, and his body was trembling slightly.

"Brother, what should I call you?" Chen Ge took the initiative to greet the other party. He suspected that this middle-aged man in his forties with all white hair was also a blind "medicine" prepared for him by the hospital.

Since it is a medicine, it must have appeared in Chen Ge's memory, maybe it can help Chen Ge remember something.

"Can you hear me?"

After shouting several times, the middle-aged man turned his head to look at Chen Ge. His eyes were full of fear, and he quickly lowered his head when he saw Chen Ge.

"Do you know something?" This man's personality was completely different from Zuo Han's, he didn't say a word, and couldn't communicate at all.

Chen Ge didn't know the other party's name, nor did he know what disease the other party was suffering from. He only knew that this man seemed to be afraid of him.

It was dark at night, but the sound of footsteps and cars passing by continued to be heard in the hospital corridor.

At about one o'clock in the morning, there was a knock on the door of Chen Ge's ward.

The middle-aged man who was sleeping on the hospital bed near the door sat up immediately.

The door was knocked five times in a row, with very short intervals.

"A little more than last night? Does this knock on the door represent the number of days I've been in the hospital?"

The corridor outside the door quickly returned to calm. The middle-aged man mustered up the courage to walk to the door. He opened the door a crack and looked outside.

"Hello! Is there anyone outside?" Chen Ge said suddenly, startling the man.

He gently closed the door of the ward, then shook his head at Chen Ge: "There is no one outside the door."

The middle-aged man's throat seemed to have been injured, and his voice sounded very awkward. When he spoke, his expression was also very painful.

"Brother, it's fate that we can live together. What should I call you?" Chen Ge didn't expect the middle-aged man to talk to him. He thought this was a good opportunity to get closer.

"My surname is Fang."

"Brother Fang, what illness were you sent in for?" Chen Ge was a little curious.

"Delusion, I used to be an ENT doctor. After I got sick, I always felt that there was a foreign body in my body, like now." The middle-aged man pointed to his ears and mouth: "I feel like there are snails crawling in my ears, I also felt like I had a syringe full of medicine in my throat and I knew it was just my hallucination but it felt so real."

Combining the previous behaviors of the hospital, Chen Ge's eyes on Dr. Fang changed. He felt that there might really be those things in Dr. Fang's body, which might not be an illusion.

Doctor Fang talked more at night. I don't know if it was because he was eager to communicate with others, or because Chen Ge made him let go of his vigilance.

"Brother Fang, can I have a look at your throat? You feel like there is a syringe in your throat, what if there is really one in it?" Chen Ge sat up from the bed.

Doctor Fang looked at Chen Ge, his expression was a little complicated now.

The fact that Chen Ge can say such things shows that Chen Ge is obviously also mentally ill, but what makes Dr. Fang feel strange is that he can hear a trace of concern from Chen Ge's words.

"Is this considered care among patients?" Doctor Fang labeled Chen Ge in his heart—a kind-hearted lunatic.

"Open your mouth." Chen Ge moved to Dr. Fang's bedside. He looked at Dr. Fang's throat, and his pupils began to shrink involuntarily.

The deep esophagus seemed like an endless black hole. Chen Ge's eyes were drawn, and his whole body seemed to be slowly drawn into Doctor Fang's mouth.

His consciousness kept sinking, and when his pupils shrank to the limit, he saw a human face deep in Doctor Fang's throat!

The flesh and blood wrapped the face, and that face closed its eyes, hidden in the deepest part of the esophagus.

Doctor Fang has a person in his throat!

The body was pushed away, Chen Ge's pupils returned to normal, and he looked at Doctor Fang in surprise.

"Why are you looking at me like this? Is there really a syringe in my throat?" Dr. Fang was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, and Chen Ge looked at him with tremors.

"There is no syringe, but I saw a human face in your throat. He looks very similar to you, with his eyes closed and his face pale." Chen Ge kept gesturing with his hands.

"Is there a human face in my throat?" Dr. Fang felt inexplicable fear at first, then he shook his head: "It seems that your condition is much more serious than mine. How can there be a human face in the human body?"

"It's true." Chen Ge didn't argue with Dr. Fang on this issue. He sat back on his hospital bed and began to think about Dr. Fang in front of him and Dr. Fang in Dr. Fang's throat, which one is the real Dr. Fang.

The ward fell silent, and neither of the two patients spoke again.

...

With the sun shining on his face, Chen Ge slept very comfortably last night.

"The morning in this world is really easy to be addicted to." Chen Ge whispered something that no one could understand, and his eyes kept looking at the paradise outside the window.

Not long after, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Dr. Gao and Xu Wan walked in.

After not seeing him all night, Dr. Gao became even more haggard.

"Last night, did you have a nightmare?" Dr. Gao didn't call Chen Ge's name, and went straight to the point. He seemed to be in a hurry.

"No, I slept until dawn." Chen Ge hesitated, but still asked: "Doctor Gao, why do you always ask me if I have nightmares?"

"Dreams can often reflect a person's mental state." Dr. Gao sketched on a document, which seemed to be Chen Ge's case list. There was a number at the end of the list, and Chen Ge couldn't see the number. For the first two digits, he only saw that the last digit of the number was the number "1".