"How is this, is there any result for Dr. Fang?" In another small room, a middle-aged man in his fifties was spinning around impatiently.

He is Zhang Lin's father.

"There is no result for the time being. I feel like the doctors in the past..." A staff member said carefully in front of a surveillance screen.

The screen shows the surveillance image of Fang Yuhao and Zhang Lin. Of course, this small surveillance is extremely hidden, and the two inside are completely unaware of it.

Zhang Lin was in a panic state of holding her hands in her chest.

After a while, they saw Fang Yuhao's excited look again.

Zhang Lin's father was a little confused, and he almost got angry and smoke came out of his head.

What is this doing?

excited?!

"It's all waste!"

The middle-aged man stared at him for a long time, but fortunately Fang Yuhao didn't have any other strange actions. It took a lot of effort to suppress his irritability and sat down.

"Should you wait a little longer."

Behind him, several psychologists also looked embarrassed. When they saw the strange scene of Fang Yuhao scratching his head and ears, they all felt a sense of gloating.

Another colleague was in trouble.

Moreover, this guy who came out of nowhere seemed a bit weird. He wasn't he a crazy man, right?

There was a little contradictory in their hearts. On the one hand, based on the professional ethics of the doctor, I still hope that Zhang Lin can be cured, although the probability is slim; on the other hand, if she is really cured, wouldn’t it seem that their group of people are really useless?

In short, Zhang Lin may have had a split personality or had a very serious paranoia. For current medicine, there is no way to go, so she can only be locked in a mental sanatorium and rest. Even these doctors are helpless, so what can this doctor Fang do?

Manufacturing tycoons, no matter how much money they make, they don’t even have descendants. They are over fifty years old, so it’s very difficult to have another one.

The diagnosis continues...

"So that's it. You can trust me, you can't speak."

Fang Yuhao thought for a while and continued, "Where is my name, Fang Yuhao, an ordinary psychologist..." He has used his self-introduction with a little humor many times, and the effect is very good every time.

Zhang Lin raised her head slightly, as if she was looking at him.

An inexplicable emotion was revealed in the empty eyes, and there was a slight sense of doubt and help.

Suddenly, Fang Yuhao noticed this "sense of help" and immediately spoke: "What do you want to express, just think about it in your mind, and keep trust in me, I will know. Don't be afraid of saying it out loud, believe me, and believe me...

"Only in this way, I can help you."

He walked to Zhang Lin and comforted him quietly.

Zhang Lin lowered her head and shivered all over.

Fang Yuhao focused his attention on her, and gradually, a wonderful sense of jumping appeared in his mind, and this jump became more and more active.

"Spiritual communication seems to be successful!"

However, this time it felt very strange. Fang Yuhao only saw a strange gray cloud.

Through this layer of clouds, the things inside were actually blocked.

He can't read any information.

"I can't see through her spiritual world directly! It shouldn't be."

"Is her spiritual world originally a cloud of mist?"

This was the first time Fang Yuhao encountered this situation. He couldn't help scratching his head and kept thinking.

"Maybe, I need to go in and take a look..."

Thinking of doing it, Fang Yuhao said softly: "Touch your hand over, don't be afraid, I'll help you diagnose your pulse."

The moment he touched her finger, Fang Yuhao felt a moment... as cold as a dead person! This feeling came from his heart, causing goosebumps all over his body to suddenly rise.

It took a second or two to feel the normal body temperature of a living person.

"Is this...an illusion?"

He was stunned for a while, and hesitated slightly.

This patient was so strange that he was very abnormal in all aspects, which made him a little uneasy.

But soon, he raised his fighting spirit again. What hesitated so much was not his style. After making up his mind, he directly activated his "spiritual communication" ability.

This time, he touched the mysterious world full of gray fog with his fingers, and felt a faint sense of obstacle.

It is this layer of gray fog that hinders one's own mind from reading.

He gently pushed away the layer of mist, which was very cold and wet, like the drizzling clouds in a rainy day.

At this moment, Zhang Lin shook all over and felt uneasy again. Fang Yuhao could only bite the bullet and make a move in his heart, forcibly walking into this layer of gray fog.

He goes deeper and deeper and deeper.

The sky suddenly became darker...

He seemed not to be in the small room full of light, but suddenly, he came to a dilapidated dark corner.

At the same time, the connection between the spirit and the body begins to appear and disappear.

Fang Yuhao was shocked.

“Looks like a hospital?”

"Is this Zhang Lin's spiritual world... so strange?" He thought for a few seconds in his heart, squatted down, and touched the solid ground.

"It's so real, it doesn't look fake?! I'm not traveling through time, right?"

This is very different from the spiritual world I have been exposed to in the past!

In the past, all I came into contact with in the spiritual world were abstract, such as the sky, the ocean, the rainbow, or purely virtual things, but this time... it seems a bit different.

"There is no belief that can be extracted, it's all real?"

Before he could explore in detail, a prompt suddenly sounded in his mind.

[Note: You have entered the GB4-FF6-IPK number, the super small Level-2 idealistic world.]

[There is an idealistic phenomenon in this world. Please pay attention to safety. It takes 112.3 pieces of faith to force return to the main material world.]

What's going on!

His eyes were rounded and his heart beat wildly.

"I actually..."

Directly entering the true idealistic world... instead of the spiritual world?

The most important thing is that he... can't get out!

112.3, where did he get so many fragments of faith?!

Even though Fang Yuhao was so brave that he couldn't help but shivered when he suddenly heard the news.

"System, go to death! I didn't tell me in advance!"

The ideal world!

Inexplicably, he came to a real idealistic world. Is this the rhythm of directly facing the monsters and monsters? He knew nothing about all the rules here.

After a while, he suppressed his panic and began to observe and think about the current situation. No matter how much he scolded, the system would not pay more attention to it.

Suddenly entering an idealistic world, waiting for death here is not his style.

He looked around carefully.

The dilapidated hospital is silent, deserted and empty.

There were some medical facilities in the corridor, and a rusty hospital bed, with several dripping bottles containing turbid liquid hanging on it. There were some black and oily things on the ground. I don’t know if it was blood stains or something else dirty.

These things combine to give you an indescribable weird feeling.

The environment is very dark, with only a trace of moonlight shining through the window, cold and cold.

This is the most common scene in a horror movie.

Fang Yuhao covered his chest and raised his ears sideways.

There was a vague crying sound, I didn't know if it was an illusion or a real existence, but my heart trembled.

"I have a system!"

Although he knew that this damn system would definitely be the type that would let him die and let him die, he still secretly cheered him up like this.

There is no way, people always have to have a little spiritual support.

He broke through the steel bars on the window with great force, trying to open a window, but found that it was completely closed. He tried hard to break the window a little bit.

The door is also closed tightly, as if it was stuck with 502, and it is impossible to open it with brute force.

"There won't be any monsters outside, right?"

Fang Yuhao tried to move a fire extinguisher again, trying to use it as a weapon for himself, but found that it was firmly stuck to the wall and could not move no matter how hard it was.
To be continued...