The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

Chapter 471 Really?Fake?
dark.

Like darkness in the deep sea.

There was no sound around.

Everything was eerily quiet and disconcerting.

suddenly.

After regaining consciousness, He Xueyan gritted her teeth and opened her eyes with all her strength.

A ray of warm sunlight passed through the glass window and fell on her body. The light made her want to close her eyes again.

"I am..."

Looking around, the scene in front of her eyes gradually became clear from the initial blur. When she opened her eyes, she only found that she was lying on a hospital bed, covered with a not-so-thick white quilt.

The oppression and darkness that trapped me just now have long since disappeared, and what I see is a clean and bright ward with windows open for ventilation.

White quilt, light blue curtains, light blue bedside table.

Everything has a clean, fresh feel to it.

"This is……"

After gradually regaining consciousness, He Xueyan also slowly woke up.

Her face was full of astonishment, and she looked at everything in front of her in disbelief.

As if she had been lying on the hospital bed for too long, she turned her head a little stiffly, and even felt a soreness, as if she had really slept for so long that she had a stiff neck.

Some turned his head with difficulty, but found that there were several fruit baskets on the table and cabinet beside the bed.

It seemed that someone had visited her while she was asleep.

Next to the fruit basket was a stack of envelopes.

He Xueyan stretched out her trembling hand from under the quilt.

It seemed that she really slept for a long time, so that at this moment, her muscles felt numb, and it was extremely difficult to move.

Very reluctantly, he pressed his finger on a letter.

The process of exerting force with the fingers was also particularly difficult. The fingers that should have been able to move freely seemed to be frozen at this moment. It was impossible to choose one letter from among the many letters. They could only drag a letter to the the edge of the table, and then drag the letter from the edge of the table to the head of the bed.

It's a pale pink envelope that looks a little cute in color.

"Liu Xiaoyun."

However, the clear inscription on the envelope made the astonishment in He Xueyan's eyes more obvious, and she even subconsciously shook her head slightly, looking unbelievable.

Liu Xiaoyun is her high school roommate and best friend for three years in high school.

A few months ago, Liu Xiaoyun, who was attending college in Dajing City, died of a ghost painting incident.

"How is this going?"

Strange wards, letters from the dead.

"Am I dead?"

I don't know if it was because of the soreness coming from his body, or because of the confusion about the situation in front of him, He Xueyan only felt weak all over at this moment, and lay back on the bed again.

This is unlikely to be a prank.

Although she had just woken up, she remembered clearly that she should not be the one lying on the hospital bed.

She had come to the hospital to visit her cousin who was suffering from severe depression.

How could it be her turn to lie on the hospital bed now?
"Got to figure out what's going on."

He Xueyan, who vaguely felt that she was trapped in some supernatural event, was struggling, trying to move her body that had been lying on the hospital bed for an unknown amount of time.

Only by moving can she walk out of the ward and investigate the situation.

But that's when.

The door of the ward was pushed open.

A man in a white coat, holding a tablet, who looked like a doctor and a woman in a nurse's uniform walked in.

It looked like they were here for a routine rounds.

"Xiao He, how do you feel? What's new in the hallucination this time?"

The doctor looks like he is in his 50s, with a Mediterranean haircut and a kind expression, which gives people a very approachable feeling.

"Illusion?"

He Xueyan opened her eyes wide, looking at the doctors and nurses with a look of horror.

Because she couldn't understand what the two people in front of her were.

I lay on the hospital bed inexplicably, and the letter on the bedside table came from a classmate who had died long ago.

But now, the doctor in front of her was actually asking her about any changes in her hallucinations.

"Have you forgotten again?"

However, the doctor nodded without surprise, as if he was not surprised by the horror and hostility in He Xueyan's eyes.

It seemed that he had already gotten used to He Xueyan's sick appearance.

"Xiao He, you have to listen to me patiently and don't be afraid."

As if he had done this countless times, the doctor explained skillfully: "Three months ago, you were sent to our hospital by your parents, and after examination, it was confirmed that you were suffering from severe schizophrenia. Diseases that we actively treat."

"At the onset of this disease, patients will have severe hallucinations, unable to distinguish the difference between reality and hallucinations, and even deny themselves because of indulging in hallucinations for too long, that is, denying their current self, and with this This kind of denial is exacerbated, and the patient will also experience severe amnesia symptoms, but he can clearly remember all his experiences in the hallucination."

"That's what you call losing yourself."

While the doctor informed him of his condition, he slid the tablet with his fingers, and then handed the tablet to He Xueyan.

He Xueyan, who had faintly regained some strength, was still surprised, but she subconsciously took the tablet from the doctor.

Displayed on the tablet is her electronic examination report and admission information.

Black and white, it seems to confirm that she is the one with the problem.

"This is impossible!"

No one wants to admit that they are mentally ill.

as it is now.

He Xueyan immediately denied it.

His eyes were fixed on the tablet, and his eyes flicked across every font on the tablet.

After she saw the name of the family member's signature column, she couldn't bear it anymore and let out a scream.

The names on the family signature column are those of her dead parents.

"Illusion! This is all an illusion! This must be a supernatural event, don't you guys try to lie to me!"

She threw the tablet aside suddenly, lowered her head, exhaled heavily, her breathing became dull, her ten fingers tightly grasped the quilt covering her legs, and murmured repeatedly: "It's fake, it's all Fake."

"Well, yes, it's all fake, so Xiao He, can you tell me what you experienced just now?"

The doctor didn't seem angry at all, but silently picked up the tablet she had thrown aside, and then asked kindly.

At the same time, his fingers tapped on the tablet, as if he was having a conversation while recording He Xueyan's symptoms.

The nurse also came over at this time, bent down slightly, patted her shoulder lightly, and said something like "relax", her voice was soft enough to dissolve the mania in people's hearts.

It seemed that the nurse had long been used to He Xueyan's sick posture, and how to comfort her.

Being so comforted by the nurse, He Xueyan was rather confused.

She raised her head slightly, and all she saw was the young nurse with a worried face, and the doctor who picked up the tablet she had thrown aside and tapped her fingers on it, as if recording his condition.

"Is there really something wrong with me?"

Such a thought was fleeting.

He Xueyan had never heard of such a strange supernatural event.

It's all too real.

The soreness in the body, the freshness of the surrounding air, and even the warmth of the sunlight falling from the window.

It seemed that she was the one who was out of place.

Everyone is normal, only she is the abnormal one.

"Xiao He, it seems that you have fallen into hallucinations again, so you have forgotten your real experience. How about this, I will let your parents come to see you and let them chat with you, what do you think? Sample?"

Seeing that He Xueyan didn't reply, the doctor continued to speak, trying to communicate and at the same time making a suggestion.

This can be regarded as a method of stabilizing the mental state.

Unless the patient is in a state of illness, and it is a very serious illness, there will be basically no resistance or even a hostile gesture towards the family.

(End of this chapter)