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Chapter 235: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (XI)

"Oh?"

Li Sheng grinned and put on an expression like a dung beetle lifting the toilet lid - he would like to hear more.

"Diane Conn is indeed your sister and one of the heirs of the chemical industry giant Conn Group. But she died in a shipwreck six months ago."

Dean Pera said: "The sailboat you were driving encountered a hurricane at sea, Diane fell into the water and drowned, but you survived.

Because the brother and sister had a very good relationship, you couldn't accept the fact that you killed her and suffered from schizophrenia.

After your stepmother sent you here, in order to escape the pain of reality and the guilt in your heart, you imagined that Diane was still alive based on the external environment.

And imagine that she was locked up by the hospital at the instruction of her stepmother, with whom you do not have a good relationship, and is waiting for you to rescue her.

To achieve this goal, you attempted to seize weapons several times and injured medical staff at the hospital."

Dean Pera looked at Li Sheng with sympathy and said, “On the one hand, the chemical giant Conn Group is one of the important sponsors of the hospital, and you are the only remaining heir of Conn Group.

On the other hand, you do suffer from severe schizophrenia.

In order to cure you, our hospital has taken advantage of the situation and tailored a treatment plan for you.

I deliberately let you sneak in the cosmetic contact lenses, forged Diane's medical records, and arranged for Dr. Dawson to contact you.

Let you think that your rescue plan is progressing steadily. "

Dr. Dawson in the crowd spread his hands and said, "In your imagination, you forged your ID to sneak into the hospital, and the hospital didn't discover your true identity.

You are the heir to the Conn Group. When you were eighteen years old, you met the family fund conditions and automatically obtained a large number of shares in the family business, so you can offer me a salary of $110,000.

But have you ever thought about this, if I really did have this underground transaction with you, why would I keep the recording? And put the recorder in my own locker, leaving evidence of the crime? "

"The strong urge to rescue your loved ones made you ignore these doubts and completely immerse yourself in your own fantasy."

"The fourth floor of the hospital is off-limits to patients, so you imagine Diane is trapped there," Pera said.

Skaven claimed that he had never heard of Diane in all the time he had been in the hospital, so you could imagine that as soon as Diane was admitted, she was locked up by the hospital.

Our original idea was that everyone, doctors, nurses, and even patients like Freya, would follow the established script and cooperate with your "prison break" plan, allowing you to go all the way to the fourth floor, open the door of the fourth floor confinement room, and finally discover the truth."

Pyra sighed, stepped forward, came to the confinement room, and slowly opened the door.

Inside, there was nothing.

"Once you realize that Diane doesn't exist, maybe you'll be able to remember that she was dead a long time ago and break free from your fantasy."

Dean Pella looked at Li Sheng with pity, "It's a pity that you ate the poisonous cactus and couldn't make it this far.

Take him to the operating room."

The dean snapped his fingers, and two nurses immediately lifted Li Sheng and took him to a modern operating room with complete facilities.

Li Sheng was placed on the electric operating table. The head nurse Rachid, who had turned into the Scorpion King and was trapped under the glass jar, inexplicably reappeared and tied his hands and feet with belts.

Doctor Dawson put a breathing mask on Li Sheng and comforted him, "Don't worry, we will remove the influence of the cactus, and then give your brain a slight electric shock to make you forget the experience of this prison break, and then start the script again.

This time, we will successfully cure you."

The shadowless lamp above the operating table quietly emitted a dazzling light, exactly the same as the white light that Li Sheng had seen in his hallucination before.

My hands and feet were bound, and my muscles were cramping under the influence of the mescaline. Only my head could move. The cold and stinging sensation in my brain became more and more intense, almost to the point where I couldn't bear it.

Li Sheng turned his head slightly and said calmly: "Dr. Dawson, how did you know that I ate the black jade cactus?

Freya gave me the key to the pharmacy. She likes me. If she was acting with you, why would she put the poisonous cactus together with Diane's medical records?"

Dr. Dawson paused for a moment and turned to look at Dean Pera. Everyone was unable to answer this question, so they silently accelerated all actions and turned on various instruments around the operating table.

"All of this is still an illusion. You do not really exist, but are fragments of memories that William in the real world saw when he was on the verge of death."

Under the breathing mask, Li Sheng raised the corners of his mouth, resisting the stinging pain of the severe cold, and said calmly: "I believe in William, I believe in his judgment, and I believe that his jailbreak plan can really succeed."

Dean Pella and others realized something was wrong. The head nurse was holding the syringe with a panicked expression, and Dr. Dawson tried to pry open the breathing mask.

Unfortunately, it's still a step too late.

Li Sheng rolled up the tip of his tongue, picked up the [Super Hard and Super Refreshing Mint Candy] hidden under his tongue, clamped it between his back teeth, and bit down hard.

Click.

The mint candy broke into pieces, and the broken pieces scattered in the mouth, emitting a strong stimulation that pierced the soul.

The shadowless lamp shone brightly, and everything in front of my eyes turned pale.

Li Sheng felt like he was hit head-on by a high-speed train. His body and soul flew high into the air, then fell heavily and crashed back onto the operating table.

The white light faded away, and we returned to reality.

At this moment, he was still lying on the operating table with his hands and feet tied.

Dean Pera, head nurse Rachid, Dr. Dawson and others were still standing in the operating room. The difference was that through the glass window at the door of the operating room, they could see that it was daytime outside.

"Don't blame me"

Dr. Dawson whispered softly, holding a metal spike in his hand, and walked towards Li Sheng.

Lobotomy, one of the most notorious surgeries in medical history, was also a common method used on mental patients in mental hospitals in the early twentieth century.

Insert the awl along the bottom of the eye socket into the brain and move the awl to remove the frontal lobe.

Patients whose frontal lobes are removed will lose many normal functions and most of their personality, becoming as docile and dull as the living dead.

Ironically, Moniz, the founder of the surgery, won the 1949 Nobel Prize in Medicine for this.

"Don't blame me. I reached an agreement with you, but I didn't expect the dean to move up the surgery date."

Dr. Dawson pursed his lips and muttered silently to himself, trying to alleviate the guilt in his heart.

"I do not blame you."

Li Sheng's voice suddenly sounded, and Dr. Dawson was stunned for a moment, and the spike in his hand fell to the ground, "You, why are you awake? We clearly gave you an electric shock..."

"Shocked my brain?"

Li Sheng curled his lips, "This amount of power is not even as much as when I touch the electric switch normally."

(End of this chapter)