The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 61 Doctor, I have a disease that will kill me if I don't pay
Song Mang felt a cold and hostile feeling. She thought for a moment and said, "Which question is wrong?"

“I got a lot of questions wrong.”

"So what do you think is wrong with me?"

"I think you have a serious cognitive error."

The male doctor pointed to the last question and said, "Look at this question. It asks whether you are wearing red pajamas. You are obviously wearing a set of red pajamas. Why did you choose no?"

"I'm not wearing red pajamas."

"You are wearing it."

"I'm not wearing any."

The male doctor looked at Song Mang with an increasingly gloomy look, and said word by word, "Patient, you have a cognitive error. You are indeed wearing a set of red pajamas."

Song Mang put down his pen, looked at the male doctor calmly and said, "Doctor, I don't think I have a cognitive error. I have another very serious disease."

"What disease?"

"I want to spend money every day. If I don't spend some money, I feel like ants are biting me. It's very uncomfortable and I feel like I'm going to die soon."

"...?"

Before the male doctor could react, Song Mang slammed a large stack of paper money on the table.

She even asked innocently, "Doctor, do you have any place to spend money here? I haven't spent any money today. I feel so bad, I feel like I'm going to die!"

Seeing the tall stack of paper money on the table, each with a face value of one thousand, the male doctor's eyes widened with excitement.

"Yes! There are places to spend money here!"

The male doctor couldn't help swallowing his saliva and couldn't help reaching out to touch the paper money.

But when he was about to touch it, Song Mang collected the paper money.

The male doctor frowned and said, "Patient, you have come here for treatment but you haven't paid yet."

"Ok."

Song Mang took out a thousand-dollar bill and gave it to him, and he could clearly see the ecstasy in the male doctor's eyes.

Song Mang thought for a moment and said, "Doctor, I think there is nothing wrong with my cognition. I just like to spend money.

If there is something wrong with my perception, then it means that spending money is wrong, and I should never spend money like this again, right?"

"what?"

The male doctor was stunned for a moment before saying, "Yes, yes, yes, you like to spend money. What kind of disease can liking to spend money cause? This is totally normal! You spend money well!"

The male doctor's hands were shaking when he received the 1,000 yuan note. You know, the consultation fee charged by this hospital is only 200 yuan at most, and some people can't afford it!
He had never encountered anyone who was given a thousand yuan for a consultation right away. He absolutely could not discourage her enthusiasm for spending money, as it would be bad for the patient's psychology!
Song Mang took out another 1,000-yuan ghost money and said to the male doctor, "Doctor, I just like to spend money. I don't like to do other things. Because I am clumsy and always fail to do things well.

For example, I can’t write this questionnaire correctly no matter how hard I try. I’ll give you money, will you help me write it?”

The male doctor hesitated. "But this questionnaire is for me to understand your condition. If I write it for you, how can I know your condition?"

Song Mang: "We have been chatting for such a long time, you should know me a little bit, just write down what you see."

The male doctor glared at Song Mang and said, "I'm a doctor, not a patient. I can't fill out this questionnaire!"

Song Mang took out another 1,000-yuan ghost note and said, "I really don't know how to write it. Can't you help me?"

Male doctor: "Don't give me any more money. I've already told you I'm a doctor! This is a questionnaire for patients. Doctors are not allowed to write this questionnaire! You have to fill it out yourself!" Song Mang directly took out ten thousand-yuan paper money and threw them on his desk.

"If you can write well, we can work together next time. If you still think you can't write, then I can only go to other clinics to find other doctors for help!"

When the male doctor saw Song Mang stand up and prepare to leave, he suddenly panicked.

"Wait, don't go!"

He quickly came over to stop Song Mang, "I can write, of course I can write! I'll help you write!"

The male doctor felt itchy in his heart when he thought of the large stack of paper money for the dead that Song Mang took out at the beginning!
The stack of paper money for the dead all had a face value of one thousand yuan. The pile was higher than his water cup, and there were at least more than one hundred thousand of them!

This is definitely a rich woman!
If he let her find someone else, he couldn't imagine how much loss he would suffer!
The money she gave him now alone was more than all his savings, and ten times his salary!

The male doctor asked Song Mang to sit back in the chair, coughed lightly and said, "There is indeed nothing wrong with your cognition. I feel that you are a normal person. In this case, it doesn't matter if I help you write this questionnaire!
This questionnaire is mainly for patients to fill out. If you are not a patient, you don’t need to fill it out! ”

The male doctor took away all the paper money.

He took the questionnaire filled out by Song Mang. The answers that Song Mang had checked disappeared, so he started to fill it out again.

<1. Is your name Zhang Minghua? Yes

2. Do you live in Jiang City? Yes

3. Are you a woman? Yes
4. Are you a doctor? Yes
5. Is there a clock in this room? Yes
6. Is the door closed? Yes
7. Can you come into the room? Yes

8. Do you like looking in the mirror? Yes
10. Is this a hospital? Yes
11. Are you wearing red pajamas? Yes>
Seeing the male doctor fill out the questionnaire, Song Mang couldn't help but frowned and said, "Why did you fill out all the yes's? Are you just randomly choosing here? And you didn't ask my name, how do you know if I am Zhang Minghua?"

“It’s written on your clothes.”

The male doctor raised his head and glanced at Song Mang's chest. "Isn't there your ID card? Your name is Zhang Minghua.

Alas, I told you long ago that you have a cognitive error, you don’t even know the color of your own clothes…”

At this point, the male doctor noticed that Song Mang was looking at him with a little dissatisfaction, so he suddenly shut up.

The male doctor laughed awkwardly and said, "Patient, I have already filled out the form regarding your condition.

Go to your room and rest first. We will give you the appropriate treatment based on the questionnaire."

Seeing the male doctor collect the questionnaire, Song Mang didn't say much, but looked around the clinic.

5. Is there a clock in this room? Yes
6. Is the door closed? Yes
7. Can you come into the room? Yes

She thought of three questions about the room, and the male doctor answered yes to all of them.

But she had been in the room for a long time and didn't see any clock in the room, and the door of the room was open!
When Song Mang came in, she clearly remembered that she did not close the door.

Because she didn't know what was going on in the room, she thought leaving the door open would make it easier for her to escape if danger arose.

According to the male doctor's logic, should I answer this questionnaire in the opposite way to my actual situation?

No, no.

The questionnaire also included three questions: Do you live in Jiang City? Are you a woman? Is this a hospital?

The answers to these three questions are all affirmative, which is consistent with her current reality, indicating that the questionnaire does not have to be answered in reverse.

Song Mang thought for a moment and asked the male doctor, "I don't see a clock in the room? Where is the clock?"

(End of this chapter)