Thriller Paradise Chapter 1173: Crazy. No. Feeling (8)

On the thirty-second day, Feng Bujue ushered in his second "regular inspection."

Same as the one a month ago, he was taken to Dr. Yuan's office by the nurses and fixed to a chair.

"Hello, 3232, it's been a long time." After the two nurses went out, Doctor Yuan greeted Brother Jue with a lukewarm attitude.

When Feng Bujue heard it, Dr. Yuan’s phrase "Long time no see" was a bit trying to cover up; because he didn’t want patients to know that there were sleeping pills in their dinner and that the doctor would check them every night, so he instinctively used it. This kind of wording.

"Yes, it's been a month." Feng Bujue didn't explain the truth, he just responded calmly, "At least I remember it for a month..."

"Why? Have you been calculating the date recently?" Doctor Yuan asked following his topic.

"Well, I'm calculating." Feng Bujue nodded and replied.

"Why... do you suddenly start to care about this?" Doctor Yuan asked again.

"Because..." At this moment, Feng Bujue turned on the actor mode, and put on a rather complicated expression, "I always feel... my memory has become worse and worse recently, so I thought Go and remember something."

"Oh..." Doctor Yuan responded, but did not continue the topic.

Feng Bujue knew that the other party didn't care about the patient's condition, and regular checkups were just going through procedures.

However, relatively speaking, at the beginning of this kind of conversation... the doctor's attention must be still relatively concentrated. If you want to convey any information, it is best to take advantage of it now.

"Also..." Brother Jue just waited for two seconds, then immediately took the conversation, and muttered, "I always feel thirsty lately... I feel weak and a little bit tranced... Oh , The most annoying thing is constipation..."

In precisely speaking of these iconic "symptoms," he also deliberately used a slow or slow way of speaking, creating the illusion that he was "thinking and talking" to the other party.

In this way, these words will sound more real and natural, rather than pre-arranged.

"Hmm..." After all, Doctor Yuan is also professional. They have been in this business for a long time. When they hear a series of descriptions of "symptoms", they will almost conditioned to make relevant judgments, and he is no exception. "...I understand."

After saying these four words, his gaze shifted slightly to the side and down; a few seconds later, Dr. Yuan raised his hand and wrote a few strokes on a piece of recording paper beside him.

At this moment, Feng Bujue knew...his plan had been successful.

The conversation since then returned to the "normal" rhythm and ended with a bunch of regular questions and meaningless questions and answers.

Feng Bujue basically doesn't need to lie, and he can answer fluently. Anyway... he wouldn't say anything related to his "prison escape plan".

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The thirty-third day, lunch time.

"It's shortened..." Feng Bujue happily ate the marijuana-mixed lunch, and said, "Very well, it's going pretty smoothly..."

The "shortened" thing he said was nothing but the time of "missing memory".

This shows that the "performance" he performed during the examination has been effective. After hearing the series of typical symptoms, Dr. Yuan logically stated that the "drug dosage is too large and the side effects are too serious" Judging, combined with the "very cooperative" performance of Jue Ge in the question and answer, the doctor made a decision to reduce the amount of medicine for Jue Ge.

So, after the thirty-third day of breakfast, even though Jie Ge still had a "fragmented" reaction, his memory blank time was shortened a lot.

Feng Bujue took lunch time as a benchmark, and based on his precise sense of time (trained), he quickly figured out...Today’s fragment time is nearly half shorter than before; from three More than 40 minutes in hours has become less than two hours.

"So... as long as you'pretend to sleep' for a few more days, it is confirmed that they do the same check every night... Everything that happened in my state of'unconsciousness' was basically checked It's clear." Brother Jue thought while eating, "In order to minimize the unexpected situation during the implementation of the plan, the confirmation of these trivial matters is still indispensable..."

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The thirty-fifth day, two hours after dinner.

Feng Bujue’s caution was rewarded...

This night, Dr. Yuan and the nurse came to Brother Jue’s room on time, but today, Dr. Yuan is not only measuring his blood pressure, heartbeat and breathing...

He also drew blood from Brother Jue.

The blood is drawn with a syringe, and the amount is not much.

Dr. Yuan's technique is very skillful. Even if Feng Bujue is essentially awake, he doesn't feel much during the needle stick.

It was over in less than ten seconds.

After that, the nurse who was assisting the doctor also handled the bleeding point for Brother Jue with a very skillful method.

After the two left the ward, Feng Bujue opened his eyes and saw the tourniquet and sterile cotton on the inside of his left elbow.

In the middle of the night, Jue was in "real sleep" and was awakened by the sound again.

He knew that it was the nurse who came to get the hemostatic equipment, so he just didn't know... and went to sleep.

On the morning of the thirty-sixth day, when Feng Bujue woke up for "morning exercises," he looked down at the pinhole on the inside of his elbow that had almost disappeared, and muttered to himself: "After all Too much care..."

At this moment, Brother Jue has naturally guessed a lot of information related to the events of last night: "Yesterday was the thirty-fifth day. Assuming that they tested the patient's blood on a monthly basis, then... The time of the last blood draw was exactly one or two days before I started to pretend to sleep (from the seventh day); and at that time, I was still struggling in the first wave of continuous'stasis', because I felt pain all over my body, plus the pinhole injury was minimal and handled very well... I ignored it."

Thinking of this, Feng Bujue had already done dozens of sit-ups, and his breathing became a little bit quicker: "Huh... Fortunately, I also observe in the'month' cycle, otherwise Until I execute the escape plan, I may not know this'opportunity' anymore."

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The sixty-sixth day, night.

Dr. Zhang, and the nurse that Jue had met when he first came here, walked into his ward together.

This Doctor Zhang was transferred five days ago. Feng Bujue's "regular checkup" four days ago was also taken over by Doctor Zhang, so Feng Bujue knew his surname.

If the previous Doctor Yuan was working in the post with the mentality of "not seeking merit, but seeking no demerits", then this older Doctor Zhang is almost using a " I went to work in the same way as corpse-position vegetarian meals.

Through the conversation with Dr. Zhang a few days ago, Feng Bujue has obtained a lot of information from him...

Anyone can tell... This man is quite reluctant to come to this Baisha Mental Hospital for work; from Dr. Zhang’s words, he can tell that he feels that "talents" like him have been put in this place. Two months, it was almost the same as Chongjun.

And his principle of doing things is basically-"As long as it is not something that must be done, it must not be done."

Feng Bujue had to test and observe such a strange new face. Therefore, starting from four days ago, he once again stopped taking his sleeping pills (from the thirty-seventh day, Jue brother started to eat dinner normally and stopped pretending to be asleep) in order to get more information about Zhang during his physical examination. Doctor's intelligence.

As a result, in the past few days, Jue brother didn’t even hear a useful sentence...

In the past, Dr. Yuan would occasionally ask about the patient’s condition when examining the patient’s body, but now Dr. Zhang... totally ignores those; the most common words heard by Brother Jue in the past four days are "this kind of thing I can’t just find a nurse to do it.” Listening to that, let him come to do this, which means that he will play a bird and cook a chicken.

But... Tonight, Dr. Zhang noticed something very accidentally.

"Huh? I said...3232 he...is he strong?"

As soon as this sentence was said, Feng Bujue's heartbeat and breathing went up all at once. Fortunately, the other party was not listening to his chest with a hearing aid, but was measuring blood pressure; otherwise, he was pretending to be sleeping. Must be exposed.

"Oh! That's right." The nurse immediately replied, "I also feel that he is a little different these days. After you say so, it's really true."

The former clerk also said that the staff in this mental hospital are rotated at a certain cycle.

In the past two months, the doctors and nurses in charge of Brother Jue, because they have been in contact with him every day, they will inevitably ignore the changes in his body shape; however, the last time Dr. Zhang in front of me saw him at 3232... It was probably ten months ago; and the last time the nurse saw Brother Jue was two months ago... In their memory, No. 3232 was a very weak person. Where is it like now, you can feel the muscles in your arms through your clothes.

"Um... weird." Doctor Zhang said, "The reports of the previous doctors did not say that No. 3232 was exercising..."

"So you still read the report..." At this moment, Brother Jue, who was lying on the ground, was violently complaining in his heart.

"Huh?" In the next second, the nurse also asked suspiciously, "Didn't you basically not read patient reports?"

"Hey...Is it really okay for you to say it in front of him like this... After all, he is also a doctor, and his position is higher than yours..." Hearing this, Jue brother was also pinched for the nurse. Put sweat.

Who knows, Dr. Zhang doesn't care about this: "Ah...I don't see it."

Just from these half sentences... Dr. Zhang’s "paddling" style of work has long been known to everyone, and he himself has no intention to hide it.

"But..." After half a second, the second half of Dr. Zhang's sentence was even more disintegrating, "Only the 3232 report...I will still look at it, because the part he fantasized about was quite exciting. It can be used as a novel to pass the time."

"Mother, I'm a little girl..." Before the other party's words fell, Jue yelled inwardly.

"Well...I didn't hear Lao Chen, who was changing shifts with me, saying that 3232 was exercising." Then, the uncle nursing worker also thought thoughtfully.

At the time of their conversation, Dr. Zhang had already measured the blood pressure of Brother Jue, and was ready to listen to his chest with a hearing aid.

"It's not good..." Feng Bujue said in his heart, "My heartbeat is a bit too fast, and it takes at least a minute to adjust to a state of sleep. If he listens now..."

I don't know if it was luck or misfortune...At this time, Dr. Zhang, who was about to put the hearing aid on Brother Jue, suddenly did something unexpected to Brother Jue.

"Hey, how about we take off his clothes?" Doctor Zhang turned his head and said to the nurse, seemingly upset.

"Huh?" After hearing this suggestion, the uncle nurse was stunned for two seconds, but he quickly understood what the doctor meant, "Oh, okay, I also want to see... Is he right? Working out."

"Fuck?" Feng Bujue, who was lying there, was startled at the time. He roared in his heart, "What are you two doing? This light (moon) sky (black) turns (wind) day ( Gao), Lang (stealing), Lang (stealing) doing (of) Kun (place), is there any king law?"

Unfortunately, Feng Bujue's inner cry cannot change anything.

Dr. Zhang and the nurses swiftly unbuttoned the buttons of Jue Ge's hospital gown, and opened them accordingly.

"Oh~what's the situation?" After taking a look, the uncle nurse exclaimed for the first time, "have abdominal muscles, hey?"

Doctor Zhang not only looked, but also squeezed Brother's arm: "The chest muscles and biceps are already above the average person's level, right? This is obviously exercise... and it's still a high-intensity exercise."

In this way, Feng Bujue worked so hard to cover up the matter for two months, and it was so easily revealed.

Now, Brother Jue can only pray that the two will not think of his plan to "escape" from this...

But... never thought...

"By the way...he is crazy, why did he suddenly exercise his body?" Uncle nurse's next sentence was, "Could it be that you want to get stronger and run away?"

"You are so amazing!" Feng Bujue roared again, "You are the legendary detective Kogoro Mouri!"

"Ah...maybe he deliberately used some method to conceal the fact that he is exercising, so that we can rest assured." Then, Dr. Zhang said casually in a very calm tone~IndoMTL. com~Well...there are kind and there are kinds..."Feng Bujue is speechless.

While he was considering whether he should be violent now and implement his prison escape plan in advance...

"Puff...hahahahahaha..." Suddenly, Doctor Zhang and the uncle nurse burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha...Doctor, you can really joke."

"Haha...to each other..."

"If this is true, then we are not going to be insane, but zero and seven..."

"It was not a neuropathy originally, I just wanted to correct you, it is a mental illness... the two are not the same."

So, the two broke off the topic in this pleasant atmosphere.

Obviously... they didn't take Jue brother's exercise seriously at all. (To be continued.) Enable new URL