My Healing Games

Chapter 628 Paranoia of Persecution

"You're awake? The effects of the medicine wore off so quickly?" The doctor surnamed Fu walked to the bedside and was somewhat surprised to see that Han Fei had woken up.

Compared to the doctor, the middle-aged woman reacted more strongly. She rushed to Han Fei's side and reached out her hands to check on his condition.

The middle-aged woman noticed that her hands had been gouged out and the wounds were deep. Remembering what the doctor had just said, she quickly withdrew her hands.

"It seems he has calmed down." Dr. Fu waved to the nurse, who then untied the restraints on Han Fei, giving him his freedom.

“The blood routine, urine routine, cranial MRI, and EEG are all normal. We can now rule out organic lesions such as head injury. There is no point in keeping him here any longer, and we still have to pay hospitalization fees every day. I personally suggest that you take him home first.” Dr. Fu is a very good person and is very considerate of patients and their families: “Home treatment may be more effective. After all, it is a familiar environment for him, which can reduce his fear.”

"Okay, thank you, Dr. Fu." The middle-aged woman thanked him repeatedly.

Han Fei, who was lying in the hospital bed, also heard the name Dr. Fu. It was as if a nerve in his brain was touched, and his gaze moved to Dr. Fu.

Even though it was the first time Han Fei had met this person, he always felt that the other person wanted to kill him. That kind and benevolent face seemed to be about to reveal a sinister and vicious expression at any moment.

"He didn't want to save me, he wanted to kill me!"

An idea popped into Han Fei's head, and he struggled to sit up in bed. He had to escape as soon as possible.

"Take him home, talk to him properly, remember to pay attention to the things I told you, and make sure he takes his medicine on time." Dr. Fu comforted the middle-aged woman for a few words, then left with the nurse.

Han Fei's tense mood only eased after the doctor left the ward.

“Han Fei…” The middle-aged woman sat down on the edge of the bed. She knew her child was in danger, even though he had been attacked not long ago, but she still sat down in the place closest to Han Fei.

"Han Fei?" Han Fei repeated the name. It should be his own name, but he couldn't remember anything else besides it.

"You stay here for now, I'll go and get your discharge papers done." The middle-aged woman walked to the wardrobe and took out Han Fei's own clothes. "I'll be back soon."

The woman left, leaving Han Fei alone in the ward. He blankly lowered his head, looking at his palms and the rings of fingerprints.

"Me, Han Fei?"

A creaking sound came from above. Han Fei was drawn to the sound and looked up. The fan in the hospital ward was spinning continuously.

Han Fei's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared at the fan, his face gradually turning pale.

He always felt that the fan would fall at any moment, and the rapidly spinning metal blades would slice through his neck and sever his head.

His fingers were a little stiff, so Han Fei moved his body and squatted down next to the hospital bed, his bare feet on the ground.

The fan was still running, and the switch was quite far away. Han Fei kept staring at the fan, and cold sweat was pouring down his face. Hiding by the bed didn't seem safe either, so he hid under the bed again.

Curled up, Han Fei grew increasingly uneasy as he looked at the empty hospital room.

He remembered nothing; it seemed as if he was the only person left there.

His breathing became rapid, and he crossed his arms over his chest. His unease grew stronger, and just as he was about to run out of breath, the middle-aged woman who had run out earlier returned.

"Han Fei?"

Holding the discharge certificate in her hand, the middle-aged woman immediately spotted Han Fei. She pushed the hospital bed aside and helped Han Fei up.

"The doctor said your illness isn't anything serious. Don't think too much about it, just rest for a while." The middle-aged woman helped Han Fei get dressed, supporting him with one hand and carrying a large bag of daily necessities in the other: "Take your time."

The middle-aged woman accompanied Han Fei out of the ward. When they reached the first floor, strange noises came from upstairs, as if something had happened.

As Han Fei stepped out of the hospital, a cacophony of noise assaulted him, causing him to stumble back several steps.

"It's okay, I'll protect you."

Guided by the middle-aged woman, Han Fei walked out of the hospital again. His eyes were trembling, his gaze constantly drawn to different things by the sounds, and every nerve in his body was taut.

"Relax, don't think too much." The woman gently patted Han Fei's back, telling him to walk on the inside of the sidewalk while she walked on the outside.

His mind went blank; Han Fei couldn't remember anything, and everything around him filled him with deep fear.

Perhaps a speeding car will suddenly lose control and crash into him; perhaps a car will suddenly stop beside him, and the people inside will get out and kidnap him; or perhaps at this very moment, someone is following him not far behind.

Every step was difficult to take; this unfamiliar world seemed to offer him only endless fear.

"Come on, let's walk home slowly." The middle-aged woman took Han Fei's hand and patiently accompanied him.

She didn't urge him or speak in a harsh tone. If Han Fei stood still, she would stop as well.

After walking and stopping for about forty minutes, the middle-aged woman finally led Han Fei to the entrance of a residential area.

This neighborhood is old and large, with several tenement buildings next to each other, giving it a very oppressive feel.

Han Fei stopped in front of the community gate. He looked at the old residential buildings and felt that they might collapse at any moment and bury him alive.

"Han Fei, we're almost home."

Upon hearing the word "home," Han Fei slowly turned to look at the woman. After hesitating for a moment, he followed the middle-aged woman into the residential area.

"Good morning! Are you taking your child to work again?" The community security guard was a round-faced, chubby man in his thirties. He was very enthusiastic and greeted everyone he met.

"They've already finished get off work." The middle-aged woman replied with a smile, and then she and Han Fei walked into Building No. 4.

The woman seemed to know that Han Fei never took the elevator, so she pushed open the emergency exit door and led Han Fei up the stairs.

As the noise from the outside world gradually subsided, Han Fei also slowly calmed down.

They went up to the ninth floor and stopped in front of room 4904.

The sound of the key turning in the lock made Han Fei uncomfortable. Looking at the door number, he felt an inexplicable urge to escape.

"We're home. Don't stand outside anymore."

"This...is not my home." Han Fei's chapped lips slowly parted, and he said in a very low voice.

The middle-aged woman gently grasped Han Fei's arm. She did not refute Han Fei's words, but simply comforted him softly: "Take a good rest, don't think too much, clear your mind."

Upon entering the house, Han Fei cautiously scanned the room.

The cramped living room was piled with various pieces of furniture, and near the door were two torn sets of mascot costumes, suggesting that someone in the house was an actor playing a mascot in an amusement park.

"Go back to your room and rest. I'll go and prepare the food right away." The middle-aged woman closed the door. She saw that Han Fei was still standing there, seemingly having forgotten where his room was. "It's here. It'll be alright. Everything will be alright."

Han Fei's bedroom was at the far end of the room, filled with various things and looked somewhat messy.

Han Fei usually didn't like others entering his room, so the middle-aged woman left after seeing him enter.

In this house, the innermost bedroom is Han Fei's own space.

Sitting blankly on the bed, nothing around him gave Han Fei any sense of familiarity. He stroked the sheets and saw the manuscript papers haphazardly thrown on the bed.

He reached out and unfolded it; it contained the beginning of a script.

"That day, I discovered that all the stories I had written had become reality."

"The first story from ten years ago was about the closet."

“Whenever I stand with my back to the closet, the closet door always opens a crack, and I know there is someone hiding inside.”

After reading just the first sentence, Han Fei immediately turned to look behind him.

The single bed was next to a closet, very close to his desk. Whenever he was writing at his desk, the closet was right behind him.

Han Fei got up and opened the closet door, inside which were only a few clothes and boxes of old books.

"Book?"

Han Fei reached out and picked up a book to look through; it was about basic performance.

He had forgotten everything, but felt familiar with the content of the book, and even unconsciously relaxed his expression.

"Am I an actor?" Han Fei turned to look at the mascot costume by the living room door: "Amusement Park Cartoon Mascot Actor?"

Dragging the cardboard box, Han Fei tried to take out the book box, but the clothes hanging in the closet seemed to be blown by the wind and suddenly swayed.

Han Fei froze, staring intently at the clothes in the closet. As if realizing something, he kept backing away until his back hit the window.

The room was quiet, and the clothes in the closet stopped swaying.

Han Fei listened to the howling wind outside and turned to look behind him.

The windowsill was a bit low, and the concrete ground below seemed to grow larger in Han Fei's eyes. It felt as if someone could gently push him and he would fall straight down onto the concrete ground.

His breathing grew heavy. Han Fei gripped the windowsill with both hands, veins bulging on the back of his hands. He felt like this wasn't the first time he'd stood here. In his mind, he seemed to see himself falling to the ground in different ways time and time again!

The corpses were arranged in various poses on the hard gray cement ground, and blood kept flowing in all directions. The corpses on the ground seemed to move in this way!

A sharp pain shot through his brain, and Han Fei suddenly shouted, "This isn't the first time I've died!"

"Han Fei?"

The middle-aged woman from the kitchen rushed over and quickly pulled Han Fei out of the window and drew the thick curtains.

"Han Fei, don't think too much, just get some rest."

(End of this chapter)