My Healing Games

Chapter 629 Who's in the Room?

The middle-aged woman kept telling Han Fei not to overthink things and to rest. She seemed to be the only person in the world who cared about Han Fei, but Han Fei really couldn't remember who she was.

He had no recollection of that face; the middle-aged woman was like a complete stranger to Han Fei.

Having lost almost all of his memories, he couldn't be sure of the identities of the people around him, or even whether this was his home.

"Don't stand too close to the window." The middle-aged woman helped Han Fei to the bedside. When she saw Han Fei like this, her eyes were full of pain, but she dared not show it. "The meal is almost ready. After you eat, go take a shower. You just came from the hospital. There are a lot of patients there."

The middle-aged woman did not urge Han Fei; every word she spoke was a request for his opinion.

After she finished speaking, she went into the kitchen, leaving the kitchen door slightly ajar, seemingly to deliberately prevent Han Fei from seeing the open flame and various knives.

Not long after, the middle-aged woman brought two plates of vegetarian dishes into the living room. After setting out the bowls and chopsticks and doing everything else, she helped Han Fei out of the bedroom.

As if to reassure Han Fei, she ate every dish during the interview, saying, "They won't taste good when they're cold."

Staring blankly at the food on the coffee table, Han Fei seemed like a rusty machine. He stiffly picked up his chopsticks, but after taking a bite, he didn't dare to put it in his mouth.

For no reason, a scene popped into his mind: a middle-aged woman with the kitchen door closed, her gentle expression replaced by a ferocious look as she opened some medicine bottles with their labels torn off, then crushed various pills and put them into the food.

"Eat a little bit." Under the middle-aged woman's constant persuasion, Han Fei finally picked up his rice bowl and started eating the vegetarian dishes.

He has a huge appetite; it seems he can keep stuffing himself until his stomach bursts.

As he swallowed his food, Han Fei's tense and uneasy mood eased slightly. He sat quietly in a corner of the sofa, repeatedly observing every item in the living room.

Seeing that Han Fei was eating well, the middle-aged woman finally smiled: "There's hot water in the shower. Go take a shower later and then get a good night's sleep."

"bath……"

Han Fei had a vivid memory of something like this happening, but he couldn't recall the specific details.

The middle-aged woman placed the clean clothes in the bathroom and adjusted the water temperature: "You can just throw the dirty clothes in the washing machine."

Han Fei's mind went blank; he knew nothing. Everything the woman did seemed to be for his own good, and he felt no resistance to her words. So he followed her instructions and did various things little by little.

The clock on the wall had stopped; the time was frozen at 12:01.

Han Fei walked aimlessly among the various pieces of furniture in the room, and entered the bathroom accompanied by a middle-aged woman.

"Don't be afraid, I'm right outside."

The middle-aged woman gently comforted Han Fei, then closed the bathroom door.

The floor tiles and wall tiles are connected, making the bathroom look like a closed box.

Han Fei stood there, feeling the ceiling slowly lowering, creating a very oppressive atmosphere.

Walking under the shower, Han Fei checked all the power outlets before daring to turn on the showerhead.

Water droplets soaked his clothes as Han Fei stood under the showerhead, lost in thought. As the white mist rose, he suddenly felt someone watching him.

The feeling was incredibly intense; the spying gaze seemed to be hidden behind the window or peeking through the crack in the door.

There is another person in this room.

Han Fei didn't know why he had such a thought. He stood under the showerhead fully clothed, his body growing increasingly stiff. The hot water not only failed to warm him, but seemed to be constantly taking away his body temperature.

His breathing gradually became rapid, and Han Fei's pupils began to tremble rapidly. He kept turning around to look behind him, as if there was another person in the bathroom, someone who had been hiding behind him all along.

"I can't see it, I can't see it."

His lips trembled slightly, and Han Fei's heart beat faster and faster. The mood he had finally managed to calm down began to become extremely anxious again.

Seemingly hearing the sounds coming from the bathroom, the middle-aged woman knocked on the door and asked what was wrong.

Sensing that Han Fei's situation was not good, she quickly pushed open the door and entered.

Han Fei, dressed in his clothes, stood under the showerhead, his face deathly pale, as if he had been drowning.

The middle-aged woman, unconcerned about getting soaked, rushed over and pressed her scratched hands against Han Fei's shoulders, calling out, "Han Fei, Han Fei!"

After calling out repeatedly, Han Fei finally calmed down. He slowly squatted down and sat on the bathroom floor.

His mind was blank, devoid of any memories; he only knew his own name.

Seeing Han Fei in his current state, the middle-aged woman felt a pang of sympathy. She didn't know how to help him or how to alleviate his pain.

"Let me help you wash."

Having lost his memory, Han Fei was like a toy. The middle-aged woman wet his hair with water and gently washed it for him.

Foam slid down his hair, and even when it was about to drip into his eyes, Han Fei still wouldn't close them, as if something terrifying would appear if he did.

"Here, dry yourself off and then change your clothes."

After the middle-aged woman helped Han Fei rinse off the foam, she put the showerhead back in its place and gestured for Han Fei to rinse it off himself. However, Han Fei ignored these complicated instructions and couldn't hear anything. He just tried his best not to blink.

It felt like he was sulking with himself, as if he could get some kind of reward by not closing his eyes while taking a shower.

The middle-aged woman was already used to this. She patiently told Han Fei what he should do and what he needed to do next, step by step.

It took Han Fei a full hour to finish showering and change into clean, comfortable new clothes.

The middle-aged woman helped Han Fei back to the bedroom, laid him on the bed, and personally covered him with a blanket.

"Don't overthink it, get a good night's sleep and get some rest."

The middle-aged woman's voice was filled with weariness and care. She took care of Han Fei with all her heart and soul, as if she really regarded Han Fei as her own child.

Huddled under the covers, Han Fei tried to think about some things, but he didn't know where to start. His mind was blank; he had forgotten who he was.

His eyelids grew heavy. Whether it was from exhaustion or because the middle-aged woman had indeed put drugs in his food, Han Fei slowly fell asleep.

People without memories are even deprived of the right to dream. Han Fei heard all sorts of strange sounds while he was in a coma, but he could not see any images.

He seemed to be walking alone in a black box, surrounded by blackness in all directions.

Staring blankly at his surroundings, Han Fei followed the strange sounds, not knowing how long he walked, until he heard the voice of a middle-aged woman.

"The doctor said this disease needs to be treated slowly and we can't rush it."

"What time are you coming home tonight? The clock at home has stopped, so remember to bring two AA batteries."

"Hello? What are you saying? Is something wrong on your end?"

"Okay! I'll be right there!"

The voice grew clearer and clearer, and Han Fei seemed to suddenly realize something; he abruptly opened his eyes.

Han Fei subconsciously looked towards the bedroom door. The middle-aged woman's face was right next to the door frame. She was holding a phone and looking at Han Fei with concern.

"Han Fei, I have to go to my night shift. Your dad will probably be home late tonight. Don't wander around while you're home alone. Just stay in your bedroom, okay?"

It was completely dark outside the window. The middle-aged woman waited for a long time, but Han Fei didn't say a word.

She sighed softly, turned and walked towards the living room door: "Remember, don't wander off."

The security door was opened, and the middle-aged woman left with her mobile phone and bag.

Han Fei was left alone in the unfamiliar room. He slowly sat up from the bed, a feeling of unease slowly rising in his heart.

"It's getting dark..."

A strange sense of urgency arose in Han Fei's body. He got dressed, got out of bed, and turned on all the lights in the room.

The bright lights did not dispel the strange feeling. Han Fei stood in the corner of the living room, quietly watching the other rooms.

Where could it be hiding?

A strange question arose in Han Fei's mind, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

Unable to find the answer, he could only flee along the wall, quickly running back to his bedroom and closing the door.

I pressed my ear against the door, listening intently, but the living room was completely silent; there wasn't a sound at all.

Han Fei's heartbeat gradually returned to normal, and this room that belonged to him gave him a sense of security.

Sitting back on the bed, Han Fei's hand touched the manuscript papers hidden under the pillow. He took them out with a puzzled look. On them were stories that seemed to have actually happened.

"The second story is called 'The Bathroom.' About seven years ago, I accidentally got foam in my eyes while taking a shower. I quickly rinsed them with water, but no matter how much I rinsed, the stinging sensation didn't go away. I tried several times before I could open my eyes."

"Then I saw a pair of white hands poking at my eyes."

"The third story is called 'The Guest.' From the day I fell ill, every year at 12:01 AM, someone would knock on my security door. I told my family about this, and they waited until the knocking started at midnight, but when they opened the door, there was no one there."

"At 12:01 a.m. the next day, no one knocked on the security door to my living room anymore, but there was a constant banging sound coming from my bedroom door."

"The fourth story is called—Mom. Gradually, I discovered something. She actually..."

Part of the manuscript containing the fourth story was torn off. Han Fei picked up the pillow, but did not see the remaining part.

He got up and sat in the chair in front of his desk, picked up the trash can, and found it was completely empty. Then he began to open the drawers one by one.

These actions were all done subconsciously, as if he had experienced them before.

After searching for a long time, Han Fei still couldn't find the remaining part. He sat blankly in his chair, looking at the row of books and scripts in front of his desk.

"I am a person who loves reading."

His gaze swept over the scripts, and the name of one script caught Han Fei's eye.

"The Suspense Novelist?"

As Han Fei casually pulled out the script, a job offer certificate confirming his successful interview fell onto the table.

Han Fei unfolded the employment certificate, which required him to gather at the west gate of the amusement park at eight o'clock in the morning to pick up the doll set.

Am I really a puppeteer in the amusement park?

It's possible that being completely wrapped in a doll costume gives Han Fei a sense of security, which is why he chose this profession.

Staring intently at the employment certificate, Han Fei felt that this document was extremely important and must be carefully preserved.

"Eight o'clock in the morning..."

As Han Fei's attention was completely focused on the employment certificate, he vaguely heard a creaking sound.

The sound was so faint that most people would probably think they misheard it.

Han Fei quickly hid the employment certificate in his pocket, then turned to look behind him. The closet door seemed to be slightly ajar.

Han Fei's mind went blank; his blood was rushing through his body, and his heart began to beat uncontrollably.

After pausing for a moment on the chair, Han Fei walked toward the closet.

His breathing became erratic, and Han Fei, his lips pursed, slowly approached the closet.

Han Fei's fingertips touched the closet door, but he hesitated. Terrifying images flashed through his mind: what if he opened the closet and a hand reached out to drag him inside? Or what if countless hairs poured out after the closet door opened? Or what if a bloodied child was hiding inside the closet?

Han Fei stopped his hand from opening the door and closed the closet tightly again.

Before his hand had even left the closet, the sound of a clock ticking suddenly came from the living room.

Although Han Fei had lost all his past memories, he still remembered what happened after he woke up in the hospital. The middle-aged woman clearly said that the clock in the room was broken and the time was forever frozen at 12:01.

In a moment of distraction, Han Fei noticed that the closet, which had just been tightly closed, had opened up a crack again.

It's probably because this closet is too old and can't be closed properly.

There are many similar excuses. No matter how you look at it, it's a very small matter, but it makes Han Fei increasingly uneasy.

He dared not stay in the cramped bedroom any longer, so he decisively opened the bedroom door and went out.

The living room light shone on Han Fei, who glanced around, his unease growing stronger.

After the middle-aged woman left the house, Han Fei turned on all the lights in the house, but when he went back to the living room, he saw that the bathroom light was off.

"The first story is about the closet, and the second story is about the bathtub, which is located in the bathroom."

Han Fei's heart pounded as he leaned against the wall, staring into the completely unfamiliar room.

He couldn't remember anything; everything was cleared from his mind, leaving only a name and his body's instincts.

Holding his breath, Han Fei moved away from the bathroom and towards the security door to the living room. He had a strong premonition that if he stayed in this room any longer, he would definitely be killed.

(End of this chapter)