"What era is this? I'm still so superstitious?" The young female doctor who had just given Duan Minghui anger was displeased and scolded.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm sorry, the doctor, I forgot that this is the hospital for a while." As a standard lower-class peasant woman, Mrs. Ming's first reaction was to apologize repeatedly.

Duan Minghui frowned. The sunlight sprinkled in from the poorly clean glass windows, making the dust floating in the light column visible. The pungent smell of disinfectant water in the air, the young and arrogant female doctor, the timid rural woman, why is all this so familiar? It seems like I have experienced it!

"Mingzi, Mingzi--" The anxious shout awakened Duan Minghui who was thinking, "What's wrong with Mrs. Ming?"

"Mingzi, are you okay? You were so scary just now, as if you had lost your soul, bah, bad spirits, bad spirits, bad spirits..." The rustic wife Ming, dressed up, nagging herself again.

"Hey, I just told you, why are you nagging these divine things in the hospital? Where are there any gods or ghosts in this matter? They are all things that people imagine! It's so scary!" The young female doctor taught her sister-in-law Ming like she was educating her elementary school student, and she didn't care at all about age and the latter could be her mother.

"Hey, how do you talk? What do you know at a young age? How do you know there is no ghost in this world? I just saw one last night! It was in the morgue of the county hospital! Why, don't believe it? Not only me, but many people have seen it?" Duan Minghui couldn't help but retort when he saw the young female doctor speak so rudely. He was ready to fight back with a proud young female doctor or turn his head away in anger, and he also comforted Mrs. Ming, who would definitely be so anxious that tears would fall from her eyes. Unexpectedly, the reaction between the two was so strange.

"Why do you look at me like this? Even if you don't agree with me, you don't have to look at me with mental illness, right? Hey, you are a doctor, pay attention to your quality! Hey, Sister Ming, why are you touching my face? And why are you crying?" Duan Minghui was frightened by the strange reactions of the two, and his voice couldn't help but be louder.

"My poor child's father--" Sister Ming was blocked by him and touched his face. Finally, she couldn't help but cover her face with her hands and burst into tears.

The young female doctor did not scold her this time, but took out the form expressionlessly and said while writing: "The patient's obvious memory is confused, and the suspected schizophrenia symptoms are further worse. It is recommended to increase the dose of the drug..."

What? I'm schizophrenia? I'm Mrs. Ming's husband? We still have children?

No, why is this happening?!

Duan Minghui shouted frantically, pulling off the needle and thread from his body, and stumbled towards the window.

"Boy's father--" Sister Ming rushed forward and hugged him tightly. The young female doctor calmly retreated to the door of the ward and rang the security guard doorbell behind the door.

A moment later, a group of tall security guards rushed in, but saw that the patient was just holding the window with his left hand, staring at the image of himself reflected on the glass, and touching his right hand with his right hand.

"No, none of this is true, none of it is true." The patient curled up in the corner of the three-person sofa, just muttering like this.

"If all this is not true to you, please tell me what do you think your true situation should be?" The attending doctor opposite said patiently.

"My wife is not Mrs. Ming, but Ma Yuling. Although we separated half a year ago, we still have a son. And my son's name is Xuanxuan. He is six years old this year and is in the middle class of kindergarten. I have to pick him up to and from school every day and cook for him..." The patient became more and more excited as he spoke, and his speech was getting faster and faster.

Dr. Chen, the attending doctor opposite, had to interrupt him and whisper: "Mr. Duan, please don't be nervous. We have an afternoon, so don't worry, take your time, take your time. Let's come one by one, okay?"

The patient calmed down and nodded, but his body was still curled tightly, holding his knees with his hands, taking a highly alert attitude towards the entire outside world.

"Mr. Duan, let's come one by one, OK? Start with the first question. Do you still remember your name?" Dr. Chen sat on the single sofa opposite the patient, keeping a sufficient distance. When he felt that the patient's mood had stabilized slightly, he asked.

"Of course, my name is Duan Minghui, Duan Yu's Duan. By the way, I have seen Duan Yu with my own eyes. Yes, it is Duan Yu in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"! I went to Langhuan's Blessings with him, and learned the "Bei Ming Divine Art" and "Lingbo Weibu"! Really, I can demonstrate it to you-" The patient said and jumped up from the sofa and started to stumble on the open space in front.

"Okay, Mr. Duan, please stop first. Let's not talk about your adventures and dreams today. You call them dreams, right? Let's not talk about this today. Let's start with the simplest questions. Is it OK? Please relax and cooperate with me. Whether your dreams are true or false, we can find evidence bit by bit. Please believe me and believe yourself. Now, please sit down and let us continue the problem just now." Under Dr. Chen's superb psychological soothing skills, the restless patient slowly calmed down and sat in his previous position again. He still tightly shrank in a corner of the three-person sofa, but this time he did not curl up and his hands were not held on his knees. This is a good phenomenon.

Dr. Chen continued his own question: "Okay, now we can be sure that you can clearly remember your name, Duan Minghui. And if my registration is correct, this is indeed your name. Well, let's continue with the next question, Mrs. Ming, do you know her name?"

The patient shook his head.

"Yeah, it's great. Then can you tell me why you called her Mrs. Ming? Don't you think this title has a strong connection with your name?" Dr. Chen split his legs slightly, his back was not leaning back, and put his hands together, and asked the patient in a relaxed tone like an old friend chatting normally.

The patient was silent for a long time.

This is not a good symptom.

Dr. Chen decided to change the topic, "It doesn't matter, it's okay. Let's change to a more relaxed topic. That Ma Yuling, do you think it's the woman who is your real wife, can you describe her? Any aspect is OK, for example, what does she look like?"

The patient was obviously relieved, his frown was loosened due to the previous problem, and his hands holding the armrest of the sofa also relaxed. He subconsciously touched his shaved chin, with a look of memory on his face and said, "She looks average..."
Chapter completed!