Strange game designer.

Chapter 838 Alcohol
After the hospital director was treated to the point of falling into a deep coma, Dr. Gao became the backbone of the Human Entrance Hospital. Later, another very capable doctor, Dr. Bu, switched jobs, and the hospital became Dr. Gao's personal fiefdom.

He is kind and gentle, treating patients like family. Many patients voluntarily stay here to help after they recover.

If Dr. Hao hadn't suddenly appeared, the entrance to the human world might have looked more like Dr. Gao's home than the neighborhood where he was strangled.

Standing in front of the container holding the brain, Dr. Gao quietly admired it. The surface of the cerebral hemisphere has many winding sulci, and the protruding parts in between are called gyri. These sulci and gyri are like a piece of wrinkled silk cloth, hiding countless secrets, making one want to reach out and smooth them out.

However, the brains inside the jars are somewhat different from those of a normal person.

Their prefrontal cortex, temporal lobe, and parietal lobe all show some abnormalities, as if they have been connected to some kind of external object for a long time, or as if they have undergone irreversible distortions caused by excessive medication.

"The prefrontal cortex is the brain's rational center. If its function is impaired, it may be unable to filter out erroneous signals, leading to the misinterpretation of internal imagination as real experience, resulting in schizophrenia. Temporal lobe abnormalities may trigger complex hallucinations, or even hallucinations of memory, while parietal lobe damage may disrupt the perception of the boundaries between the body and the outside world."

"These brains, numbered two, all suffer from the same disease."

"I always felt that this number had a special meaning for me, but I can't remember exactly."

“If the hospital director hadn’t been in a coma, he should have been able to tell me the answer. After all, he knew my brain very well. He arranged my first craniotomy. In the empty operating room, he was holding a skull drill and bone forceps. I remember it was raining that day, and the operating lights were very bright, like the entrance to heaven. But it’s such a pity that I didn’t go to heaven and was forced to stay in hell with you.”

Dr. Gao is a very grateful person, and he repays the hospital director's care for him many times over.

After half an hour, there was a knock on the door, and a nurse with a skull drill ran over: "The test results are in. After analyzing them with professional instruments, Dr. Hao found that the drug was B27, an inducing agent produced by the ethics monitoring group. It is a hallucinogen that can alleviate mental anguish."

"Did Dr. Hao say that?"

"Yes, this is the inspection report."

"I understand. Please thank Dr. Hao for me." Dr. Gao said expressionlessly, continuing to wait.

Around lunchtime, Dr. Huang sneakily approached Dr. Gao: "The test results are in, but it's a bit difficult to announce."

"It's not B27 as we suspected, it's B29. This stuff is contraband, and only the ethics watchdog and the police have it." Dr. Huang's voice was very low: "Why are you investigating this stuff? You can't offend either side."

"Does the police have it too?" Dr. Gao thought that Dr. Hao might be working for the police, and that they suspected him of manipulating patients, so they might have already started monitoring him.

Officer Xue threatened Dr. Gao, saying that he might be targeted by a deranged serial killer in Shanghai, but in fact, Xue himself was the one with the biggest problem.

After tearing open the blood-red umbrella, I realized it wasn't raining at all outside.

"Mr. Huang, the hospital needs your help. I have to go out this afternoon."

"be careful."

After lunch, Dr. Gao held a high-profile meeting to announce his desire to join the ethics oversight group. The patients were naturally very reluctant, and the doctors and nurses also tried to persuade him to stay. Finally, after Dr. Gao explained that it was only a part-time job and his primary profession was still as a doctor at the hospital, everyone decided to support him.

"Dr. Gao, are you really going to join the ethics oversight group? Their reputation in Shanghai isn't very good." After opening the account, Dr. Hao immediately came to find Dr. Gao. He was tall and handsome, and his family was particularly capable. Compared to him, all the other doctors were like ugly ducklings.

“I need to figure some things out.” Dr. Gao said mysteriously, “Outsiders only know that I am the gardener’s attending physician, but few people know that Dr. Bu Cun was the one who initially treated the gardener. I’ve looked through some old files and I feel that the gardener’s case is not so simple. There may be someone behind the scenes manipulating things… Never mind, there’s no use telling you this. Take good care of the patient. I’ll be right back.”

Hesitant to speak, Dr. Gao walked to the door, glancing at the windowpane and noticing the change in Dr. Hao's expression.

If it weren't necessary, Dr. Gao really wouldn't want to confront the Shanghai police. The problem is that he really is controlling the patients, and not just one, but an entire hospital. He's just trying to make things better for everyone.

Riding the old horse away from the autopsy avenue, I found that other districts of Xinhu were almost devoid of planning, with a distorted order emerging from the chaos, and the whole society operating in a makeshift and dynamic state.

The ethics watchdogs do not have their own office building; instead, they are housed in various neighborhoods as watchdog groups. Their headquarters is located at the Institute for Ethics Studies.

Amidst the pointing fingers and whispers of some lunatics, Dr. Gao tied Old Ma to the railing and entered the academy himself.

Guided by the staff, they found Dr. Bu Cunzai, who was preparing a lesson.

Because of the trial of the gardener, Bu Cun's reputation as a doctor rose even higher. He was hired by various universities to teach students and rarely returned to the hospital.

"Dr. Bu, I'd like to ask you for a small favor."

"I'm preparing my lesson. We can talk about it tonight."

As Dr. Gao approached Dr. Bu, he blocked the light from the window, casting a shadow over the presentation slides.

"Bu Cuancun, do you still remember your old name? Have you forgotten who cured you?" A deep voice came from between Dr. Gao's teeth, each word seemingly carrying a special magic.

The doctor, who had been engrossed in marking the paper, slowly raised his head. When he saw Dr. Gao's face, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "What do you want from me?"

“I’ve cooperated with your public performance, giving you all my fame and fortune. Now I need you to do me a small favor.” Dr. Gao bent down: “Take me to see the brain-sharing device. I need to confirm some things.”

Dr. Bu wanted to refuse, but Dr. Gao knew too much about him, secrets that absolutely could not be known to the public. If his students and lovers discovered that he was just a monster covered in umbilical cords, then everything would be over.

"You've already had brainwashing several times before, and you want to go again?" Dr. Bu gritted his teeth. "Aren't you afraid of completely losing yourself in someone else's mind?"

"Me? Shared a brain with someone several times?" A look of confusion flashed across Dr. Gao's eyes. He really didn't remember sharing a brain with anyone before: "Who did I share a brain with?"

“The previous brain-sharing sessions all took place late at night. I was only responsible for activating the equipment. The guy you were brain-sharing with was completely covered up, and all I could smell was the strong smell of alcohol on him.”

(End of this chapter)