Love in a mental hospital

Chapter 314 Only madness can change the world
After He Qingyan left, Gu Ran was alone in the conference room and couldn't study seriously.

The relationship between He Qingyan and him, He Qingyan and Su Qing, and He Qingyan and Yan Hanxiang is like a magnet, sucking away some of his iron-like attention.

Among them, the relationship between He Qingyan and Yan Hanxiang absorbed the most.

Gu Ran did not feel guilty. The beginning of his relationship with Yan Hanxiang was completely accidental, and their relationship had only been in dreams so far. In that case, he would not let himself get entangled and cause trouble for himself.

Sometimes he couldn't control himself and would artificially magnify his evil thoughts: the man's perverted desire for mother and daughter.

Just like a balance, if the weight of good thoughts is too heavy, Gu Ran will take the initiative to add some weights of bad thoughts to keep his mind balanced.

After lunch break, An Yao gave a class and taught everyone how to walk like a model.

After getting over their initial shyness, the women enjoyed it and the men also watched it with gusto.

However, after the initial catwalk, An Yao shook her head and asked everyone to "get off the stage", as if they were one of the few unqualified products in the entire workshop.

"Everyone, stand against the wall. Practice your posture first, especially old man Li. Were you killed by someone who attacked you from behind in your previous life? Your neck is bent forward so much, it's a miracle you can still survive!"

"This sentence is not bad, this sentence is not bad either." Li Xiaoye and Gege muttered at the same time.

"The back of your head, shoulder blades, buttocks, calves, and heels must all be pressed against the wall! Old man Li, when I told you to press the back of your head against the wall, I didn't mean to ask you to lift your head!"

“It’s hard not to look up.”

"It's okay to feel uncomfortable. My psychiatrist once told me that when we want to change, or are on the verge of change, we will feel uncomfortable!"

"Today." Su Qing heard Gu Ran's whisper beside her.

She focused slightly and heard him continue: "This sentence was said this morning, not before."

Su Qing showed a smile that was definitely not suitable for a model, because this smile was charming enough to make the audience lose interest in the clothes and instead focus on the model herself.

Similarly, He Qingyan, Chen Ke and Xie Xiya are not suitable to be models.

They are God's pinnacle masterpieces in the 21st century. How could human designers design "fashion products" more charming than them? Wishful thinking.

When Gu Ran becomes the God in the dream, it will be impossible to dream because he will not allow it.

“The more uncomfortable you feel when you lean against the wall, the bigger the problem with your body shape. OK, now let me start the formal body shaping exercise. It will make your limbs tighter, your abdomen flatter, your hips more perfectly lined, and your walk more gracefully.

"Put your hands behind your head, that who, not holding, are you a criminal? Just put them there!

"Okay, keep your hands behind your head, push your arms back, and keep your shoulder blades back."

Even Su Qing’s piano lessons were not so professional—probably because Su Qing knew they couldn’t learn it in a short period of time.

Depending on your body type, you can see some results within a month.

After the course, doctor Gu Ran, patient An Yao, and nurse Miss Youzai had a conversation in the consultation room.

"How do you feel after the class?" Gu Ran asked.

"Very few people are born with good posture. Most people are crooked. Something that can benefit you for a lifetime only takes more than 20 days, but few people will do it."

".I'm not asking you what you think of the students."

"Then ask more clearly." An Yao gave him a dissatisfied look.

Is there any other possible dialogue between a doctor and a patient? Including the "rabbit incident" this morning, it was really a dialogue between a doctor and a patient!

During the brief silence of Gu Ran, An Yao asked, "Doctor Gu, when will the experiment start? I want to go to the time tunnel and see what's inside."

"Now." Gu Ran said, "Go in, don't go far. Miss Youzai and I will wake you up in one minute. Remember to count in your mind to see how much time has passed."

"Ms. Youya?"

"Me." Miss Youzai claimed, "Doctor Gu likes to give people nicknames."

The way An Yao looked at Gu Ran was like an old lady looking at a young girl wearing suspenders and a miniskirt.

There is nothing wrong with this analogy; that’s what Gu Ran thinks.

He gave people nicknames, which might be bad in the eyes of some people, but they were no more than young girls wearing suspenders and miniskirts.

"Let's start." Gu Ran said.

Miss Youya took out the timer she had prepared in advance.

"Then I'll go in." An Yao said, covering her mouth and chuckling.

"Hmm?" Gu Ran asked in confusion.

"I thought of it." There was an uncontrollable laugh, ".female singer."

I went in, the female singer, who went in? Who was sent in?

Well, that's not important.

"Get ready to count down." Gu Ran said to Miss Youya.

An Yao took a deep breath, leaned back in her chair, and slowly closed her eyes.

When An Yao's body showed signs of relaxation, that is, three seconds later, Miss Youya pressed the timer.

Time units smaller than seconds pass by quickly, and when you wait silently, time always seems longer than expected.

A minute later, Miss Youya pressed the timer again, then stood up and patted An Yao's shoulder to wake her up.

'An Yao didn't go far'. When her shoulder was tapped, she 'turned around and walked out of the tunnel', opening her eyes and waking up.

"How many numbers did you count?" Gu Ran asked.

"I just went in and didn't have time to count." An Yao replied.

During the first consultation, An Yao said that one minute passed in the tunnel, and one hour passed in the outside world - that is, sixty minutes.

In other words, one second in the tunnel is equivalent to one minute in the outside world.

"This time the timer will be five minutes." Gu Ran said.

An Yao closed her eyes again, and five minutes later, Miss Youya woke her up.

"Four seconds." An Yao said.

Gu Ran used his mind reading skill to confirm that An Yao did not lie, proving that this matter was at least subjectively true.

In other words, An Yao either really has super powers or is really sick.

From an objective point of view, this is impossible, so An Yao is objectively sick.

But An Yao doesn't think so.

"Doctor Gu, will I be 'the one' like 'Neo' in The Matrix? Change the world like Steve Jobs did?" She looked at Gu Ran expectantly, as if as long as he nodded, she would stand up and declare that this was a fake world.

"No." said Gu Ran.

The Matrix is ​​a movie, and as for its content, not a single word can be said.

That's what he knew about The Matrix.

"Have you never thought about this possibility? In fact, the real world is illusory. Our world has long been ruled by mechanical civilization. There was a program error in my brain, and I began to realize the correct passage of time!"

"If you have any fantasies about the 'time tunnel', you can tell me." Gu Ran crossed his fingers and leaned back in the swivel chair.

".Your current attitude makes me think you are one of those cold-blooded agents in The Matrix."

"continue."

"This could also be an alien's experimental site, and the tunnel in my mind is the only way out. It's a black hole that aliens can't touch. The hope for freedom for all mankind is in my mind."

"Then what do you think the aliens' purpose is?" Gu Ran was curious.

"I don't know, the secret may be hidden deep in the 'time tunnel'."

"I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Take it on time every day. Remember to tell me if you have any reaction."

"You must be an agent!"

"No matter who I am, since you are in the hospital, you must take medicine. You can be discharged from the hospital to save the world, and I won't stop you." Gu Ran wrote the prescription and handed it to Miss Youya.

"Aren't you going to continue exploring the 'time tunnel'?" An Yao asked.

"{Jinghai} is a psychological sanatorium, not a superpower research institute." When saying this, Gu Ran thought that the current dean of Jinghai seemed to be indeed studying parapsychology.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask another question.

"An Yao, if you were 'Neo', 'the one', and you found out that The Matrix was just a movie, would you continue to save the world, or give up and enjoy life?"

"Of course, to become the savior!" "Knowing that The Matrix is ​​a movie?"

"Yes, because I am the protagonist of The Matrix." An Yao looked proud, as if she had become 'Neo'.

In the evening, after dinner, Gu Ran made an appointment with Su Qing and He Qingyan, and the three of them watched the first part of "The Matrix" together.

"Compared to the savior," He Qingyan thought, "Gu Ran, I think you are more like a matrix. In the future, you will imprison the whole world in dreams."

".Aren't we discussing An Yao's condition? What does it have to do with me?" Gu Ran was puzzled.

"I thought you just wanted to watch a movie with us." Su Qing said.

"Is this the image I have in your mind?"

Su Qing stared at him for a while, then nodded as if to confirm.

Gu Ran wanted to refute, but the sudden memory of 'trying to pry into the privacy of a sick high school girl today' blocked his throat like a bunch of hair blocking a sewer.

Su Qing found his expression funny and smiled.

She said, "If you can control dreams like designing programs, Gu Ran, you can really change the world."

"In this regard, Aunt Xiang is more likely than me." Gu Ran had no hope for himself.

"What have you been doing in my mother's laboratory every day recently?" He Qingyan suddenly asked.

"Cooperate with the experiment and see if you can make me dream whenever I want." From Gu Ran's tone, one can also read another sentence: What else could it be due to?
"Is it effective?" Su Qing asked.

"I had a dream, but since I didn't dream about you, I can't be sure whether it was a lucid dream or a black dragon dream."

"Who did you dream about? Tell us and let us analyze it for you." He Qingyan smiled, her eyes shining like black gems.

It’s better to say that it’s a checkup than an analysis.

Even dreams are subject to inspection. If this is a virtual world, wouldn’t it be too cruel?
"I dreamed of a sea of ​​flowers. Each petal was a drop of sea water. I was boating in the sea of ​​flowers, and the boat was a rice dumpling leaf." said Gu Ran.

"It sounds like a wet dream." He Qingyan said.

Did He Qingyan really not inherit Yan Hanxiang's psychology gene? Could it be that she had secretly awakened to some kind of parapsychology?
"Go back and think about it carefully." Su Qing said to Gu Ran, "See if it can help An Yao."

"it is good."

Gu Ran returned to his room, took a shower, sat at the desk, and wrote down the plot of "The Matrix 1" from memory.

Then I looked at the text and studied it as if I were doing reading comprehension in a Chinese language test.

"Tunnel to Summer, Exit to Goodbye", "The Matrix".
Did An Yao read these books before she became ill, or did she read them after she became ill while looking for information about her condition?

He thought of the person An Yao mentioned, Steve Jobs.

It is shameful to say that Gu Ran's understanding of Steve Jobs is limited to the two keywords "Steve Jobs" and "Apple 4".

Apart from psychology, he knows nothing. He can't even distinguish the logos of BMW, Audi and Mercedes-Benz, let alone computers, which all men are said to know a little about.

But he was very skeptical, do all men really know computers?

But it doesn't matter, what's the difference between BMW, Audi and Mercedes-Benz? He can't afford it.

So what if he knows computers? He doesn't buy computers.

When you type "Jobs" into your computer, the most common responses are people missing his creativity and complaining about how Apple phones are stagnant today.

It’s a pity that anti-cancer drugs had not been invented when Jobs died, otherwise he could have survived like Liu Xiaoting.

Also, there’s that famous quote: Only those who are crazy enough to think they can change the world can actually change the world.

The white light from the computer screen shone on Gu Ran's face, and he stared at this sentence for a long time.

After turning off the computer and finishing his diary, Gu Ran turned off the lights and walked back to the bedroom.

He opened the perfume on the bedside table and fell asleep.

He felt the breeze on his face and opened his eyes. In front of him was the Gobi Desert covered with pebbles. He was sitting in Hera's red SUV, in the same place where he had fallen asleep.

So, was he having a dream within a dream and just woke up at this time, or was he having two consecutive dreams for two nights?

"Sir, you are finally awake, please save us!" Tamamonomae put her hands on his shoulders, as if trying to wake him up.

Her breasts took up more area compared to hers.

Gu Ran looked towards the front of the vehicle.

Hera was confronting a man and a woman.

"Enemy?" Gu Ran asked as he opened the car door and got out.

Tamamonomae turned into a fox and followed closely behind.

"Hera." Gu Ran walked over.

Hera turned to look at him and it was clear that she was relieved.

"What's going on?" Gu Ran said.

"This is Semele, and this is Dionysus." Hera introduced, as if as long as she said the names, the people who heard it would know why the scene before their eyes was happening.

But Gu Ran didn’t even know the full name of the Jade Emperor, so how could he know these two?

"Looking for trouble?" he asked.

"Anyway, I killed her." Hera looked at the beautiful woman, then at the man holding a scepter taller than a man, "He was her son."

"Isn't she dead?" Gu Ran looked at the beautiful woman curiously.

"Strictly speaking, we are all dead, and those who are here are subconscious." Hera said.

"Since they're all dead, it's even." Gu Ran said to the mother and son.

"It's not a matter of life or death," the beautiful woman said. "She killed me once, and I killed her once. That's fair, isn't it?"

"You can't do it." Gu Ran replied calmly.

"Who are you?" The beautiful woman looked at him. "You have an oriental face. You are not the god of our place."

"Mother, He is the shepherd." As the Son of God, He obviously knows better.

"But don't worry," Dionysus continued, "there are many drinkers now, and I still have some strength, enough to avenge you."

He pointed the scepter in his hand towards Gu Ran.

There are many ways to describe Gu Ran's current situation——

Words don't express what you mean; they are always a step behind; it's like someone who has always used Windows suddenly uses an Apple laptop mouse.
But these can only describe part of the feeling.

Reverse bullet time, yes, this is more appropriate.

Bullet time is about concentrating your attention and slowing down time. But now, Gu Ran's concentration was disrupted, causing time to pass quickly. When he regained his perception, Hera had already been killed.

Dionysus held the scepter in both hands, hunched over and gasping heavily, just like those otakus climbing the Guangmingding Summit of Mount Huangshan that Gu Ran had seen in travel vlogs, and it seemed that he would collapse to the ground in the next moment.

The beautiful woman supported Dionysus and looked at Gu Ran warily.

"I told you, you can't do it." Gu Ran said.

“You sound so cool, but you still have to rely on us,” said Nurse A.

“That’s right,” Nurse B agreed.

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《Personal Diary》: Wednesday, October 7, Jinghai
I saw a sentence today, which was said by Steve Jobs, 'Only those who are crazy enough to think they can change the world can change the world'.

I can't change the world, is it because I'm not crazy enough?

No, it’s not, because I don’t want to change the world at all, I just want to make everyone around me happy.

If that requires changing the world, I can, the real world or my own.

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"Doctor's Diary":
If there is no sense of guilt or responsibility, people can live happily no matter what happens.

Because of the guilt, An Yao doesn't dare to support herself by relying on her looks, and feels that she is useless and unworthy.

I always imagine that I won’t be able to survive without my modeling job.

(Zhuang Jing's comment: A primary school student burst into tears because he didn't bring his homework. Everyone has their own worries at different stages.)
(End of this chapter)