My Healing Games

Chapter 633 Strangers to Parents

The security guards pulled Han Fei out of the mascot's coat, tied him to a stretcher with restraints, and finally, several people worked together to lift him into the ambulance.

Throughout the entire process, the half-gray-haired man did not step forward to stop them. He seemed to be a very rational person, knowing that the only way to solve the problem was to get Han Fei to the hospital as soon as possible.

So he just stood around Han Fei, like the other onlookers.

The ambulance door was closed by the doctor, and Han Fei finally no longer had to endure those strange looks. He slowly calmed down.

The doctor in the white coat began to bandage his arm. When everyone saw the dense wounds on Han Fei's arm, they were quite frightened.

"Dr. Han, your son's condition has worsened again. There are so many wounds; it will take a long time to clean them." A doctor in the ambulance recognized the half-gray-haired man and carefully treated Han Fei's wounds to prevent infection.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." the man known as Dr. Han muttered to himself, as if there were other hidden reasons why Han Fei had become like this.

The ambulance quickly arrived at a hospital near the amusement park, and Han Fei was taken to the fourth floor of the hospital.

"Dr. Fu, the patient who was discharged yesterday has relapsed. He escaped from home alone and ran into the amusement park after dawn." The doctor in the ambulance briefly told Dr. Fu about Han Fei's situation.

As Han Fei's previous attending physician, he was very familiar with Han Fei's condition: "Did he hurt anyone this time?"

"He scratched his arm, and I've already treated the wound."

"is it serious?"

"They all dug them out themselves, and there are a lot of them, but the wounds aren't deep. It's like they're deliberately experiencing pain," the doctor said, pointing to Han Fei's arm.

"Is he exhibiting self-harm tendencies? Is it due to severe hallucinations? Or is there some other reason?" Dr. Fu frowned in thought; he had never encountered such a difficult patient before.

After a moment of contemplation, Dr. Fu looked up at the man with half-gray hair: "Dr. Han, what exactly did your son do in the past? Are you hiding something from us?"

Dr. Han shook his head: "I've already told you everything."

"Are you sure?" Dr. Fu rested his chin on his hands, his eyes fixed on Han Fei's father. "Only a strong stimulus or physical impact could cause amnesia and brain dysfunction in a patient..."

"You suspect I'm deliberately hiding my illness? I'm willing to give anything to save my child!" Dr. Han said firmly.

“I have no doubts about you.” Dr. Fu spread his hands. “Let’s not talk about this anymore. There are more and more unidentified corpses in the city lately. You forensic doctors must be quite busy. I won’t take up your precious time.”

"I'll leave after Han Fei's mother arrives." Dr. Han was very cold, and his temper was rather eccentric.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged woman who had taken Han Fei home appeared. She accompanied Han Fei to receive treatment from Dr. Fu, while Han Fei's father, Dr. Han, left earlier.

The treatment continued until 1 p.m., but Han Fei still couldn't recall anything. He didn't even know his parents' names, and seeing them was like meeting them for the first time.

"You must continue taking the medication. Although his behavior is still very different from that of a normal person, he has learned to control himself. At least this time he did not harm any innocent people, which is a very good improvement." Dr. Fu said a lot to the middle-aged woman, but it can be summarized in one sentence: the medication must not be stopped.

Seeing that her child's condition had improved, the middle-aged woman repeatedly thanked Dr. Fu. She followed Dr. Fu into the depths of the hospital, seemingly to retrieve new medication.

Han Fei sat alone on the hospital bed, and he found that whenever he entered a hospital, he would feel extremely uneasy.

This place, which is supposed to be a place for saving lives, gave him a feeling of constant danger.

Always vigilant, Han Fei appeared to be daydreaming, but in reality, he was observing everyone who walked past him.

Whether it's doctors, nurses, or caregivers, they all glance at him a few more times when they pass by.

Han Fei felt extremely uncomfortable with everyone's gazes. They were the kind of gazes one would give to an outsider, or even the kind of gaze one would give to a human looking at something harmful.

Restless, Han Fei clasped his hands together, forcing himself not to be afraid and trying to think.

"The middle-aged man with half-black and half-white hair claimed to be my father. He's a forensic doctor, but he seems to be hiding something from my attending physician." Han Fei's brows furrowed. He didn't know who in this world would truly help him. As someone with amnesia, he always felt that everyone in the world wanted to kill him. Everyone seemed to be playing a game with a tacit understanding: Han Fei's job was to survive to the end, while the others' job was to kill him with their own hands.

Because he used too much force, his arm bled again, but the physical pain was nothing to Han Fei.

“I seem to have gotten used to pain, but judging from the scripts and books in my bedroom, I should be a screenwriter or an actor. Could it be that I have always had a habit of hurting myself?”

"Han Fei, it's time to go home." A middle-aged woman's voice came from the other side of the corridor, carrying a bag of medicine in her hand.

Upon seeing those medicine bottles, Han Fei felt the urge to escape again. In his eyes, all those medicines were poison, and that taking them would lead to death.

"This medicine has some side effects and is quite irritating to the body, so try to take it immediately after meals. You can also increase the dosage of the other medications." Dr. Fu wrote down a prescription and handed it to the middle-aged woman. Then he looked at Han Fei: "He does seem to have recovered a lot, which means the treatment is effective."

Dr. Fu said something casually, but Han Fei felt that there was a deeper meaning behind it. Dr. Fu's treatment might not be aimed at curing him, and Dr. Han's concealment might not necessarily be for his own good.

Han Fei, suffering from amnesia, would not trust these people; the only choices he faced were bad, very bad, and even worse.

The middle-aged woman was visibly happier after hearing Dr. Fu's words, and she led Han Fei out of the hospital.

Similar to the scene on the first day, the woman led Han Fei back home. She told Han Fei to sit on the sofa and rest while she went into the kitchen to cook.

The middle-aged woman took great care of Han Fei, to the point of being meticulous. This kind of care was completely unfamiliar to Han Fei, as he had never encountered such a person before.

"Is she really my mother?" Han Fei had a faint memory of his parents. He tried hard to recall, but his mind was blank.

"What exactly is written on the torn half of the script? If Mom isn't my mother, she would definitely destroy the whole story if she saw the script. She would never just tear out the most crucial part..." With his hands clasped together, Han Fei had a guess in his mind: "Could I have torn it out myself? Did I hide that most important part somewhere?"

In fact, Han Fei was very reluctant to go home. As soon as he entered the house, he thought of all the things that happened last night.

He knew this place was extremely dangerous, but he had no choice but to return because it held traces of his past life, and he wanted to personally retrieve his lost memories.

The middle-aged woman quickly prepared the meal and placed two plates of vegetarian dishes on the table.

"Is it vegetarian food again?" Han Fei looked at the same food as yesterday. This house felt like a terrifying cycle, and he had to find a way to break free.

"These are all your favorite dishes." The middle-aged woman looked at Han Fei with heartache. "If you want something different, I can make it for you tomorrow."

"I like vegetarian food the most?" Han Fei picked up a bite of food and put it in his mouth. The middle-aged woman's cooking was delicious, but Han Fei still felt that she was lying.

He probably prefers meat to vegetables, meat that he can swallow and chew in large mouthfuls; it's his instinctive reaction.

After Han Fei finished eating, the woman cleared away the dishes and went into the kitchen.

Han Fei, who had been sitting blankly on the sofa, immediately got up. To avoid being discovered by the middle-aged woman, he ran back to his bedroom and closed the door.

Picking up the trash can, Han Fei found a bag to cover it and began to force himself to vomit, trying to get rid of everything he had just eaten.

Dr. Fu had instructed the middle-aged woman that the most potent medication should be taken immediately after meals, but the woman saw that Han Fei had finished eating but hadn't mentioned taking the medication at all, so the medication was likely mixed into the food.

Furthermore, the middle-aged woman went straight to the kitchen after entering the house. She had brought medicine with her, but when she came out of the kitchen, the medicine was gone.

“After eating last time, I was very sleepy and slept until night. When I woke up, the whole house was full of ghosts. There is a high possibility that there was something wrong with the food.”

Han Fei sealed the bag and hid it in the deepest part of the closet, then quickly restored everything to its original state.

Thinking back to the last time he fell asleep, Han Fei lay silently on the bed pretending to be asleep.

About twenty minutes later, the bedroom door was opened directly, and the middle-aged woman took off her apron, covered Han Fei with a blanket, and sat next to Han Fei for a long time.

"We don't know if what we're doing is right or wrong, but some mistakes, once started, can never be stopped. Perhaps you've become like this, and that's God's punishment for us."

In the eyes of a middle-aged woman, besides love, there is also deep pain and self-blame.

You will get better and become a better version of yourself.

After she finished speaking, she got up and left. Then Han Fei heard the middle-aged woman making a phone call in the living room.

"Won't they get suspicious if you stay underground all the time? What tools do you need to bring? Okay, I'll clean up the basement."

The middle-aged woman hung up the phone, searched around the living room for a while, and then left.

"I might really be an actor. Even when I'm pretending to be asleep, it looks incredibly natural, and even my breathing is even."

Han Fei opened his eyes, opened the closet, cleaned up the vomit to destroy the evidence, and then stood in the middle of the living room.

"It's 2 p.m. now, and there's still a long time before it gets dark."

Before dark, Han Fei wasn't too scared being alone at home, as he felt that many of the strange occurrences probably started at night.

"Let's take a look at what I left behind." Han Fei picked up the script on the table. He realized that he must be a horror movie screenwriter. All the scripts he wrote were horror stories. Including the unfinished and damaged ones, there were exactly ninety-nine ghost stories in total.

"Is it the number ninety-nine again?"

Many scripts consist of just one sentence or a seemingly random inspiration, making it difficult to discern any connection between them. Han Fei could only rely on his exceptional memory to memorize them all.

"The sixth story—the tenant, the woman who moved in in July, her belly grew bigger every day."

“These stories take place in various parts of the city, and many of them read just like they’re true.”

After reading the script, Han Fei looked at the books. He flipped through them one by one, checking the bookmarks to see if there were any notes in them.

When he picked up Salinger's book, "The Heart of Broken Stories," he found that the bookmark was stuck on a certain page. When he opened it, a line of text was marked.

“Some people think love is sex, marriage, a kiss at six in the morning, a bunch of kids, and maybe that’s true, Miss Lester. But you know what I think? I think love is wanting to touch but then pulling your hand back.”

"What does that mean?" Han Fei tried hard to recall, and a scene suddenly popped into his mind.

That morning, when the child's mother saw her own face, she instinctively moved closer, then rationally maintained her distance.

"Thinking about it that way?" Han Fei shook his head: "I do feel a bit off."

Han Fei glanced at the time and vaguely remembered what the middle-aged woman had said on the phone: "Who was she talking to? Was she bringing tools over? And cleaning up the basement?"

After hesitating for a moment, Han Fei decided to go and take a look, since he would leave this house sooner or later anyway.

After packing all the scripts and key books into his backpack, Han Fei opened the living room door and went out.

"Before dark, I can suppress my fear, but after dark, I'm afraid I'll be completely overwhelmed by it. I have to make good use of this time."

Han Fei entered the safety passage and silently walked downstairs, quickly arriving at the first floor.

"The basement level..."

Just one glance down at the ground gave Han Fei goosebumps. Every cell in his body resisted him from going any further, as if something terrifying was lurking there.

Strangely, he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity looking at the staircase leading underground, as if he had walked it countless times before.

Instinctively stepping underground, Han Fei entered the dark basement passage. Just as he was about to continue forward, he suddenly heard footsteps.

Without a moment to think, Han Fei hid in the room closest to him.

A faint, strange smell wafted into Han Fei's nostrils, and a thought flashed through his mind: "Is this the smell of formaldehyde?"

He didn't know why he was familiar with the smell of formaldehyde, since he should be a screenwriter and actor.

Holding his breath, he saw a figure walk past in the darkness, but the person didn't notice him.

Suppressing his fear, Han Fei followed the figure a few steps. He saw bloodstains that hadn't been cleaned up and some extremely frantic red characters on the ground.

"Is that person cleaning up the bloodstains on the ground?"

Han Fei covered his mouth and followed, but at that moment, the dark figure stopped.

She took out her phone and answered a call.

Han Fei didn't hear what the person on the other end of the phone was saying, but he clearly heard the voice of the dark figure.

"Is it difficult to handle the body? I can't go there right now, there's still a lot of blood to clean up... Okay, I understand."

The dark figure cleaning up the bloodstains on the basement floor was the middle-aged woman who called herself Han Fei's mother.

No two updates tomorrow, I'll be doing a live stream of myself doing a handstand split.
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