Wen Shi's proactive gesture of goodwill received no response. The boy just lowered his head slightly again, and the moment he lowered his head gave people the illusion that he was nodding in response.
There was not much communication between the two sides on the first day. Wen Shi tried his best to stick to the original point. He started talking again when it was time to eat and offered to help the other person eat the disgusting food.
Not surprisingly, Jian Qingrong refused.
After breakfast, it's time for the most relaxing study.
The staff wasn't particularly attentive, but after seeing the two subjects quickly learn, they nodded in satisfaction. IQ was also a screening criterion for the subjects; those with a high IQ and moderate brain development could offer some protection against intrusive pollution.
The test samples will be sent to the laboratory in order of their numbers.
Jian Qingrong went first, and when he was about to close the book, a small hand next to him suddenly pointed to a word on the paper.
hour.
Jian Qingrong subconsciously glanced at the word, and he finally looked up and looked Wen Shi in the eye. The latter was smiling innocently and enthusiastically, very similar to the sunflower in the illustration of the book, overly enthusiastic and inappropriate.
In this ward, apart from him, experimental subjects were destroyed almost every month. Knowing that this flower would wither soon, Jian Qingrong put down the book and left with the staff without saying a word.
"Wait." Wen Shi suddenly grabbed his hand.
Jian Qingrong was forced to stop.
After a few seconds, Wen Shi let go with some regret and said only three words: "Hold on."
[Reminder: It is forbidden to send props to others during this replay]
Wen Shi had originally wanted to give Jian Qingrong the unused [Painkillers] from the Mermaid dungeon, but the system explicitly forbade it. While this stuff couldn't restore HP, its two-hour pain-relieving effect was just right.
Relying on the [painkillers], when Wen Shi was taken to the laboratory again, the whole process was as if he was anesthetized. After coming back, he could even rub Jian Qingrong's wrist to relieve the discomfort caused by the infusion.
The image template for No. 83 was originally based on Wen Shi. Based on his fake good behavior in front of Jian Qingrong, the game created a virtual image of a sun-like figure that would be almost impossible to exist in reality. However, this template also incorporates some of Wen Shi's personality traits, such as No. 83's rebellious spirit and his constant instilling in Jian Qingrong the importance of survival.
Wen Shi didn't need to pretend to be a child deliberately, he could do it easily.
"Live and persevere."
Every day, he would point to the sunflower in the book and say the same thing.
This flower has the effect of curing injuries from falls, just as Wen Shi was doing his best to heal Jian Qingrong. Even if it could leave a glimmer of hope in Jian Qingrong's heart as a child, perhaps the extremes of adulthood would be slightly alleviated.
Unlike Wen Shi's enthusiasm, Jian Qingrong rarely paid attention to him most of the time and showed an extremely cold attitude.
The only difference was that during study time, he would always open the same book and turn to the page with the sunflower. Sometimes Jian Qingrong would sit on his bed and study the bell, something very precious to him, but he would let Wen Shi touch it.
With the help of painkillers and other tools, Wen Shi looked very energetic, as if the experiments did not cause him any pain. Every time he was taken back to the ward, as soon as the staff left, Wen Shi became lively again.
Many times, he gave Jian Qingrong an illusion: No. 83 was healthy and could coexist with the source of pollution.
As the days passed, Wen Shi knew from the employees' obviously irritable expressions over the past two days that the day of destruction was approaching.
The last time I was working on the archives, it was near New Year's Eve, and the employees showed this kind of irritability about having to work overtime.
Number 83 will be disposed of on Chinese New Year's Day.
Horrible pus flowed from his eyes, a sign of systemic collapse. Wen Shi lay with his back to Jian Qingrong, expressionless as he tried to wipe it away. However, a pair of cold hands, holding a tissue, wiped it away for him.
Wen Shi turned around suddenly and saw that Jian Qingrong had pulled out the needle at some point and was standing beside his bed, frowning as he looked at his increasingly weak and frail body.
"Your face..." Jian Qingrong took the initiative to speak to Wen Shi for the first time: "I can't quite remember it."
Not to mention that he couldn't remember clearly, Wen Shi had never seen clearly in the mirror. He just blurred the screen all day long in the game, probably to prevent Jian Qingrong from remembering his voice and appearance, which would have too much impact on his future.
Wen Shi was just thinking of what excuse to use to get away with it when he suddenly heard voices talking outside the door.
The employees' complaints are filled with strong resentment.
"I'm on duty again this year. I haven't spent the New Year with my family for two years. What a lousy schedule."
"Who isn't?"
Ironically, they also know the meaning of the Chinese New Year.
Wen Shi now even had difficulty sitting up. In the previous role-playing, he almost repeated what No. 83 said and did in his memory, trying to minimize the deviations from the past.
But this time it's different.
Leaning against the headboard, he thought for a long time and said only one sentence: "I will come back to find you, for sure."
The last two words were spoken softly, with no ups and downs in the tone, yet they carried an indescribable sense of power.
Jian Qingrong stood still for a long moment, his face, which usually showed no unnecessary emotion, now showed a hint of complexity. He suddenly asked a question that seemed childish to both of them: "What if you come back and I don't recognize you?"
If he didn't even have the strength to lift his hands, Wen Shi would have wanted to rub his face. It was better if his usual hard and cold face softened, revealing a sense of vulnerability.
At this time, Jian Qingrong was really easy to fool. Although his reason told him that No. 83 was dead, Jian Qingrong still tried his best to dig out evidence that No. 83 could survive from the details.
It is impossible for humans to have such bright qualities as No. 83. Every time No. 83 came back from the laboratory, he never cried out in pain. He did not suffer from analgesia. Once, he accidentally bumped into the table in the middle of the night, and No. 83 covered his forehead and howled for a while.
Perhaps, No. 83 really has some special identity, such as a fairy who came to the earth to experience hardships, or a kind-hearted monster in a fairy tale... In order to brainwash the experimental subjects, the books provided by the sanatorium have content specifically about these, as well as those involving cause and effect and reincarnation, telling them that the more suffering they endure in this life, the happier they will be in the next life.
Jian Qingrong has always hated these kinds of descriptions, but this time, he wants to believe them.
"Then let's make a secret code." Wen Shi stretched out his hand and made a pinky promise with him: "With the secret code, you'll know it's me."
Jian Qingrong was stunned at first, then nodded.
His gaze drifted to the books on the cabinet , and his mind was occupied by the tenacious and bright sunflowers. Jian Qingrong's lips moved, and he was about to say these three words, but Wen Shi spoke first.
"The code can't be too simple." Wen Shi thought carefully: "What if someone else finds out, or someone happens to match it by accident?"
His current appearance cannot be remembered to prevent impersonation.
"I figured it out! Ahem... ahem..." He spoke too quickly, causing him to gasp for breath. Wen Shi covered his chest and took a deep breath. "Next time we meet, I'll die in front of you, and then resurrect on the spot, so that I can prove myself."
Anyway, all of this will happen in the elevator shaft of the nursing home in the future.
It's his secret code, and no one can imitate it.
Jian Qingrong: "???!"
The day after Wen Shi made his shocking remarks, New Year's Eve arrived.
No. 83 will not survive New Year's Eve.
On the day of family reunion, Wen Shi had almost no strength to stand up. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to hear the sound of bells ringing outside.
It's ethereal and has a metallic coolness, and sounds like it's bringing people closer to happiness.
Wen Shi turned his head with great effort, trying to speak clearly: "The next time we meet, in our first reunion year, we will spend it together, you, me, and my family..."
"Family..." Most of the experimental subjects sent to the sanatorium were orphans. Hearing the word "family," Jian Qingrong subconsciously asked, "Are there many?"
Wen Shi paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "A few hundred million."
In the time where the past and the future intersect, we will eventually meet again. The days after the reunion will be much more lively and rich than you can imagine.
When their eyes met, Jian Qingrong could see from the smiling depths of his eyes that he was burning with anticipation for the future.
Although it seems stupid, No. 83's life is already counting down.
The door opened, and Wen Shi was placed on a stretcher by a worker in protective gear. His thin body seemed to float on the stretcher, allowing him to clearly see Jian Qingrong lying on the bed on the other side.
Those eyes were dark and deep, and they hadn't blinked since then.
Wen Shi's fingers moved, and he finally said what he had said when No. 83 left last time: "Sleep, sleep."
When the day comes when we can see the sun outside, everything will gradually get better.
The body truck was parked at the door. There had never been an incinerator in the sanatorium, and now there were people dying of the infection everywhere outside. Corpses were often taken to the roadside and thrown away without anyone caring.
Abandoned corpses either decay or are eaten by the infected at night as food.
The nurse roughly injected a tube of medicine into Wen Shi, then threw it into the car, not forgetting to say to the driver: "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year." The driver replied, and the car officially set off.
As the vehicle was bumpy, Wen Shi, who was injected with a high concentration of toxins, watched his health points continue to drop.
30, 20…3, 2——
With a loud thud, Wen Shi was thrown down near the tunnel, and his health points of 100 were completely emptied.
He was lying on his back. The moon was so dim tonight that it was almost invisible. The health value on the attribute panel remained at [1].
"A trace of life left can travel the world."
Wen Shi's mouth twitched: "I knew it..."
In each instance, he was destined to die once!!
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The prompt sound interrupted his complaints. Wen Shi originally thought that the game would repeat itself again. It seemed that the game counted the two events of going back in time and changing the past as one.
The tunnel, the darkness, everything around him blurred in an instant. Wen Shi heard the sound of bones creaking, and his body began to return to normal.
His consciousness fell into darkness. When Wen Shi finally had the strength to open his eyes again, the man sitting on the sofa raised his eyebrows: "You are finally back. I have been scolded for a long time."
Those sarcastic accusations created two new memory cocoons in this illusion.
Wen Shi subconsciously reached out and touched the nearby piece of flesh, which was filled with the man's newly generated memories. Wen Shi heard the continuous output of the mechanical sound and shook his head: "The curse is really dirty."
The man nodded heavily.
Isn't it?
He really wanted to take a puff of cigarette, but he forced himself to hold it back because Wen Shi was present.
The man's gaze returned to Wen Shi and he said, "Go, find my brain, get the inheritance, and restore the hospital to its original order."
Wen Shi was stunned.
Without giving Wen Shi any more chance to say goodbye, the man snapped his fingers lightly, meaning to inform Youxi that the illusion unfolding in his brain memory could end.
A mechanical voice sounded, as if with a slight sigh:
"The inherited mission - the doctor-patient relationship has been completed."
"Please find the brain of the first director of Frank Hospital in time to gain the recognition of patients."
In a short moment, Wen Shi experienced a second dizzying sensation, akin to teleportation. The world filled with a faint red light vanished, and he stood in the dim corridor on the fifth floor, leaning against the wall and breathing deeply.
Wen Shi started walking towards a place without hesitation before the dizziness disappeared.
The door of the temporarily renovated workshop was pushed open from the outside, and the person who was writing at the table turned over when he heard the sound.
The host had been slightly injured while helping Jian Qingrong delay the pursuit of No. 51. Under the dim light, he was working on his manuscript despite the injury.
When the host saw Wen, he was a little surprised: "You are still alive?"
Because of the delay in going back in time, Wen Shi had been missing for almost two days.
Nodding casually, Wen Shi was not here to look for the host. After entering the door, he looked directly at the Frank Hospital Rules on the wall.
"order."
Dad said that the hospital should restore its original order, and all the orders in the hospital, except for the rules about inheritance rights, are based on the code.
Although there are no patients on the fifth floor, the rules set by my father are still hung on the wall. These rules are the embodiment of my father's consciousness.
Wen Shi looked up at the words on the iron plate, stroked his fingers on it, and said in a very confident tone: "I found it."
As the words fell, the iron plate grew colder, a chill that penetrated through his fingertips and into his bones. The words of the code gradually faded, and the rusty iron plate gradually became smooth and translucent, finally becoming as clear as the sky washed by rain.
A mirror appeared before my eyes.
Wen Shi narrowed his eyes. There seemed to be a space of his own in the mirror, and he could vaguely see a glass container.
The main task only required him to find something, not take it away, so Wen Shi did not think about how to enter the space inside the mirror. He just watched quietly from an invisible distance, and finally determined that the organ stored in the container was the brain.
After a long silence, he turned to the host and asked, "Have you thought about how to end the manuscript?"
The host shook his head.
"The sixteenth of every month is Friendship Day," Wen Shi repeated one of the rules and explained, "because the patients escaped the ghost world on the fifteenth and were reborn on the sixteenth, so this day is chosen."
——On the fifth day, you start looking for an important item in the hospital; on the sixth day, you gain the recognition of your patients and are named the Outstanding Doctor of the Year.
Ao took great pains to find his father's brain, which meant that finding the brain would give him the inheritance rights. Now he has done both of these things.
Now, all he had to do was wait until the seventh day and he would be able to inherit the hospital.
Thinking of this, Wen Shi's tone was filled with some rare tenderness: "At the end, you can write that a new Friendship Day is coming."
Frank Hospital will soon welcome its second director, and order will eventually return.