Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 493: Truman

Chapter 493 Truman

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

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

"Is this me?" Standing up, I walked to the window with the mask on and looked at myself in the glass. There were only two holes in the mask where the eyes were.

"Something seems to have changed, even my own temperament is different from before."

"What are you doing?" Feng Minglong sat on the other side of the bed, watching my completely different behavior from ordinary people, his voice trembling.

I subconsciously turned my head to look, and Feng Minglong had a trace of surprise and fear on his face: "Is it that scary? It's just a mask."

I took off the good and evil Shura mask casually and threw it on the hospital bed, Feng Minglong heaved a sigh of relief: "It's not scary, after you put on the mask, I always feel that you are a bit like those perverted murderers in movies, you It feels very strange to me, by the way, your own temperament is similar to that kind of cold-blooded pervert, this mask really suits you."

"It's changed so much?" My appearance is ordinary, which is very different from those actors with distinctive personalities in the movie, but after wearing the mask, I seem to have become another person: "The matter of the mask, you Don't go out and talk nonsense, this thing is just a decoration."

Feng Minglong rolled his eyes: "Are you lying to a ghost? Forget it, for the sake of the lunch at noon, I will never reveal a word to others."

I nodded, put on the mask again, and sat cross-legged on the hospital bed to practice the Miaozhen method.

This time it only took two or three seconds for me to enter the state. What's more exaggerated is that after wearing the mask, my understanding of the nature of the world continued to deepen, and it seemed that I had come into contact with the most essential rules of the world. This feeling is wonderful It is indescribable, the cultivation level in my body is constantly rising, the true energy is circulating, and the internal and external are combined. It seems to shield some kind of interference, and the will is immersed in the embrace of heaven and earth, and it is no longer maliciously targeted.

After a few weeks, the innate zhenqi in the lower dantian has become stronger again, I am very satisfied.

"With the mask of good and evil, the influence of God's will is negligible. Coupled with Teacher Chen's prayer beads, my practice speed seems to be faster than before. This is a blessing in disguise." Feng Minglong's rhythmic snoring sounded in the ward. I glanced at his bed, stopped my practice, took off my mask, turned off the lights 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, who was wearing a light-colored dress, was watering the flowers on the windowsill, and there was a doctor standing beside Ye Bing's bed with a worried face.

"Doctor Yan, I have invited you here." Opening the door, Old Chen stood beside me with a kind face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, but we have to wait for the specific treatment plan. My teacher hasn't arrived yet." The middle-aged man called Dr. Yan hurriedly made room for Mr. Chen: "You know, my teacher has a bad temper. It's a bit weird, and it took me a lot of effort to persuade him to personally treat the patient."

"Don't worry about the cost."

"Don't dare, Mr. Chen, if you raise the fee, I will leave immediately. I help you because of kindness. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have the sweet home I am now!"

Through in-depth conversations, I found out that Dr. Yan in front of me is 44 years old this year and is a well-known brain doctor in China. He has been married twice, but has never had a child. Later, he went to Mr. Chen's orphanage to adopt one, and the relationship is roughly like this.

"This is Mr. Gao." Dr. Yan, who is in his forties, looks much older than his actual age. He is not tall, and he only reaches my ears. He likes to speak with a special accent, which may be It is the demeanor that a well-known doctor should have: "I have heard Mr. Chen talk about you. This treatment is very important. I hope you can fully cooperate."

Speaking politely to Mr. Chen, instead of me, a boy in his twenties, Dr. Yan's words became a little cold.

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

Compared to a few weeks ago, she was much thinner, her face was sallow, with blue blood vessels swimming on the surface of her skin, she looked much haggard.

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

"Don't thank me, I just do this for my own peace of mind." There was a trace of contempt deep in the doctor's eyes.

Perhaps in their minds, I am a **** who abandons his girlfriend and does not love old love.

With a self-deprecating smile on my mouth, I don't care about it at all.

"Mr. Gao, my teacher will come later. I hope you can cooperate actively. He has a weird temper. If you make him unhappy, maybe he will turn around and leave." Walking away from the irrelevant personnel in the ward, he sat with Mr. Chen and chatted enthusiastically, while I sat beside Ye Bing's bed, looking at the face that was no longer familiar to me.

"Don't be angry." Jiang Fei sat down quietly, her voice was very low.

"Why are you angry?" I didn't turn my head, thinking about falling into a dream.

"That Dr. Yan must have misunderstood you, so don't mind your stinging words. This doctor is actually quite conscientious. I heard that in order to treat Ye Bing, he deliberately rejected two international medical seminars. "Jiang Fei has changed a lot in the past month or so. She used to have a fiery personality. She would never wear a light-colored dress, let alone speak softly.

"He didn't do it for Ye Bing's treatment, but deliberately made it for Mr. Chen to see." The corner of my mouth rose: "I don't care about this Dr. Yan at all, he's just a clown."

As for the research on the existence of human ideology after a 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. So I didn't count on him at all. I came here to investigate the basic situation, and then wait until night to dream and do it myself.

This wait was one morning. Dr. Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead from time to time, and made more than a dozen phone calls in front of Mr. Chen. His so-called teacher finally connected, and then made people dumbfounded. He just hung up after saying a word.

"What's the noise? Let me sleep again."

I wanted to laugh when I heard the voice on the phone. It's time for lunch soon, and you haven't woken up yet? Talking with the breath of getting up? Is this the doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded?

At 3:30 in the afternoon, there were footsteps in the corridor. The person outside the door was wearing thick-soled leather shoes, and every step was very steady.

Without knocking, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a tall, thin man said impatiently, "Where is the patient?"

"Teacher, you are here!" Doctor Yan seemed to have seen a savior, and ran over enthusiastically, dragging the tall and thin man to introduce to Teacher Chen: "This is my teacher——Truman, thirty-one years old , a domestic subconscious expert, an expert in psychology and psychiatry, and even taught lectures to professors from famous foreign schools.”

"He's your teacher? But he's not as old as you?" Mr. Chen still kept a calm smile, and no one knew what he was thinking in his heart at this moment.

"My teacher is a genius. Although he is not well-known in this field, few people who have come into contact with him know that his strength is the best in the whole country." Dr. Yan rubbed his hands, He turned his head and led the tall and thin man to the side of the hospital bed, "Teacher, I will trouble you next time. This patient's condition is very special. Since the night before yesterday, her vital signs have been weakening. We have used all means, but we have not found the cause. , and she doesn't have any injuries in her 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 the surrounding environment; there is no obvious sleep-wake cycle; the brainstem and hypothalamus are autonomous. Complete loss of function; absence of sustained, reproducible behavioral responses to visual, auditory, tactile, or noxious stimuli; inability to understand or express language; incontinence..."

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 worked." Dr. Yan was beside him, keeping his posture very low.

"The brain function is completely lost. It's useless for you to come to me. Please be smart." After finishing speaking, the tall and thin man walked out of the ward without looking back, leaving only a roomful of stunned doctors and nurses behind. .