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Volume 1 Chapter 329 Mental Hospital

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    When Shen Zhenghui woke up from his dream, he thought he was lying in the hospital. Sometimes the roads in the Prairie Autonomous Region were a little bad, and sometimes they were so good that the driver could run as much as he wanted on the vast width of the road.  place to fully enjoy the pleasure of driving.  ¡ÑBut in Shen Zhenghui¡¯s memory, the place where the accident happened was not at Freeland. On that day, he finished shooting the scene for the day. After checking the shooting scene, he took the car back to the hotel to rest. He was the last one to leave. The previous actors had already left in the car.  Yes, the assistant director and production staff who accompanied him to inspect the set were resting on the set that day.  So in the end, Shen Zhenghui took a car back to the hotel alone. Then on the way, they were accidentally hit by an off-road vehicle that was driving crookedly from the opposite road.  After Shen Zhenghui opened his eyes, he lay on the bed for a long time before he recalled the scene when he had the accident. But now that he remembered it, he breathed a sigh of relief. This proved that nothing ridiculous happened, such as losing his memory.  .  At the same time, the more practical issues he was considering were also bothering him, because the filming of "The Magic Apprentice" was actually coming to an end, and Shen Zhenghui was worrying about how he would face his parents' forced marriage when the filming of the movie was actually completed.  Forget it, men always have to get married and have children anyway. The more critical issue is how to maintain a balance between several women. This is a difficult problem.  Shen Zhenghui didn't want to leave the matter entirely to Fukuda Mitsumi to handle. Although he felt that Fukuda Mitsumi might handle it well, for him, this meant some kind of loss of control.  Fukuda Mitsumi himself has never been a docile member of the harem, and he is even more active than Shen Zhenghui himself. Shen Zhenghui feels that sometimes things are the other way around. It is not that he has built a harem to accommodate Fukuda Mitsumi, but just the idea, Fukuda  Inside Guangmei's large harem.  Accommodating his own small harem.  He shook his head to get rid of the ridiculous thoughts that filled his mind. He looked around and saw the layout of the hospital. It seemed to be a single room because he didn't see any other beds.  This is good.  However, the surrounding equipment and decoration did not seem to be high-end, which made him a little confused, and then he was a little relieved. Maybe it was because the medical conditions in the Prairie Autonomous Region could not keep up, but if he continued to use more, he found that he was just  He was lying on the bed. There was neither an electrocardiogram to monitor nor a respirator. There was no standard equipment for car accident patients, not even a sling bottle.  Shen Zhenghui couldn¡¯t believe it.  He touched himself, and there seemed to be no pain, fractures or other injuries, which made him a little confused, "Am I so lucky that I was not injured in the entire car accident?" In addition,  It is surprising that there is no nurse in the ward. After all, given his identity and status, even if he does not have his assistant director guarding the bedside.  There should also be a beautiful nurse sister lying beside his bed, expecting him to wake up from his coma at any time.  Your relatives, friends, and colleagues should stay in the corridor in groups.  If you want to say that you woke up too early, they haven't come yet.  This is not right, then I should see the doctor as soon as I wake up.  So Shen Zhenghui thought of another possibility: he woke up too late and everyone left.  "So how long have I been in a coma?" He was a little confused. "One year or two years?" He thought, "If I was really in a coma for such a long time, then I should have no strength in my whole body. There is muscle atrophy and the like.  The symptoms are correct." He touched his cheek and then his limbs, and his muscles were full of elasticity.  In short, Shen Zhenghui found that the situation he was in was quite wrong.  He tried to get out of bed and put on the slippers beside the bed.  Inside the room he found the bell for the person on duty, but he did not ring it.  After searching the room and not finding any time-recording equipment, he walked to the door. After taking a deep breath, he tried to unscrew the door of the ward.  ?Locked!  Shen Zhenghui was shocked. In desperation, he slammed the door hard and called, "Is anyone there?" No one responded for a short time.  The lights were on inside the room, and it was dark outside the tall small window. It was obviously night.  Shen Zhenghui didn't know what situation he was in. He walked back to the bed again, stared at the button to greet the staff on duty for a while, and finally pressed it.  A burst of electronic music came from the corridor outside, followed by the footsteps of several people.  The door was opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a white coat, a mask and glasses walked in. Behind him were two people dressed like security guards, both of whom were yawning.  "No. 79, what's the matter?" This guy looked quite impatient, "You're counting sheep when you can't sleep, or do you want a tube of sedatives?" Such a style of painting,If Shen Zhenghui hadn't hit his head stupidly, he would have definitely known that he was not in an ordinary hospital. "Can I ask what day it is today?" "It's the 14th," the other party said a little impatiently, "That's why I hate being on duty on Sundays the most.  What else is going on? By the way, was it you who knocked on the door just now? It¡¯s already late. "What year?" Shen Zhenghui asked hurriedly, "Where is my cell phone?"  "Hahaha," the other party laughed, "How do you have a mobile phone? If you want to call your attending doctor tomorrow, you can make the call under his supervision with his permission to avoid calling 110 randomly.  A place like this." He shook his head as he said, "Okay, he's sick again. I'd better prepare a sedative. If he goes crazy later, I'll inject him directly." He said while moving toward the door.  Go outside.  Shen Zhenghui hurriedly followed a few steps. The two security guards behind him showed vigilant expressions and took out sticks. "Stop and don't move." "Hey, you haven't told me which month and year you are yet!" Shen Zhenghui continued.  shouted.  "June 14, 2015," the other party said while looking at his watch, "it's already 11:10 in the evening. If you still can't sleep, I will really give you a shot." He finished  Went out with two security guards and they were also locked up.  After closing the door, Shen Zhenghui took another look at the simple layout of the room, which seemed to have greatly avoided the possibility of the patient harming himself.  "June 14, 2015?" Shen Zhenghui was stimulated by the answer, and he started exploring again in the ward.  Trying to find bits and pieces of information about his current identity, he actually found a paper notebook.  Opening the notebook, the handwriting inside is so familiar, and the content is also so familiar.  The story begins: ¡°As far as I¡¯m concerned, nothing excites me more than being tied up by a group of burly doctors and security guards on a college campus and taken to a mental hospital in an ambulance.  And exciting. It¡¯s like an interesting game or performance, which makes me want to laugh out loud" The writing is still green, but the more Shen Zhenghui reads carefully, the more he can notice it.  A certain kind of absurdity struck him, and in the end he was almost in no mood to read it word for word. Instead, after quickly reviewing a few key points, he turned directly to the end of the story recorded in the notebook. This was a complete imitation of Wang Xiaobo and Markle.  Si's product begins with a ridiculous story.  It ends with an absurd ending, and the whole story process is like Kafka, but not as deep as him.  Judging from the many details and complaints, it is still an interesting read.  But it was such a notebook that made Shen Zhenghui fall into deep thought.  His current situation is no better than the situation of the protagonist in the novel. So far, all he knows is that this is probably a mental hospital, time.  If the doctor on duty didn't lie, it might really be June 14, 2015.  It was this truly felt situation that made him feel the absurdity of reality even more.  At least, the last time he had normal consciousness was in June 2007. He had forgotten whether it was the 14th.  Time suddenly jumped eight years, he thought.  No matter how things change in the past eight years, it is impossible for him to end up in this situation. Then what may happen may be beyond his expectation: either this is a conspiracy against him, and Shen Zhenghui does not even guess that this is  A prank show; or, I have traveled through time again.  But looking at the familiar stories recorded in this notebook, he had a bad association - could I have traveled to myself in a parallel space?  And in this world, I am a mental patient?  He re-read the novel. He originally wanted to outline some key words and phrases he found in the novel. He even found a pencil, but in the end he did not do so.  In such an unfamiliar environment, it would be imprudent to make any records that could be observed by others.  Shen Zhenghui implemented this principle and recorded the key points he thought of in his mind.  "My Legend of the White Snake" is a literary work written by Shen Zhenghui twice.  When I first wrote it, I was still in high school. According to Gongsun Yonghao, it was the period when he regarded creativity as his creative talent. He had just accepted the influence of writers such as Wang Xiaobo and Marks, and was fascinated by the form of a neurotic patient.  The nonsensical setting of the story and the absurd content of the story led to the creation of such a novel. However, at that time, Shen Zhenghui himself did not become equally rich in ideas and talents because of his extensive reading. At that time,  The first draft of "My Legend of White Snake" seems to be a poor imitation of the master's form. The content is nothing but the imagination of a young man who lacks love and the fantasy of love.  This version, we can call it version one.  Version 2 is?Zhenghui's masterpiece when he was studying at Pingjing University. Although Shen Zhenghui's talent at that time had not improved qualitatively, his vision and experience as a time traveler were enough to despise the university's pride. He was probably out of vanity at the time.  , unable to ignore other people's requests for manuscripts, or because he himself wanted to exercise his writing ability, he re-wrote "My Legend of the White Snake". At this time, his level no longer remained at the stage of imitation in form, but in terms of theme  It has been greatly deepened, just like the book "The Bronze Age" by Wang Xiaobo. It is nominally written about absurd stories in ancient times, but in fact it is a satire and mockery of reality, and this mockery is from the perspective of the protagonist.  It's self-deprecating, so it's more humorous than mean.  This version has an orderly structure and a complete story. It cannot be said to be a masterpiece, but at least it is worth reading. It is enough to fool the vast majority of young people who are ignorant of the world and those who take reading as a pleasure.  But its faults are the same as those of the first version. The first one is loose and lengthy because the theme is not clear enough. Its shortcoming is that the author thinks too much and becomes lengthy. In short, it is a work that requires patience.  But patience is obviously not a must-have for Chinese people, so although this work has been well received by a small circle, its reputation has not spread.  The story Shen Zhenghui is seeing now, after his own identification, is confirmed to be version two.  At the same time, problems also arise.  Why version 2?  Shen Zhenghui's thinking is this: If Shen Zhenghui's memories before his car accident are all false, that is to say, if his memories after time travel are all false, or if his time travel itself is a false experience, then the story he saw  It should be version one.  But the memory is so real that Shen Zhenghui resisted his time-travel experience as a dream. The emergence of version 2 means that Shen Zhenghui is traveling again based on the time-travel. It does not matter whether such difficulty and coincidence can be realized.  ¡ª¡ªShen Zhenghui instinctively tends to deny.  So the question arises, what is going on now?  When comparing your own memory with reality, one side is always illusory, wrong, or false. So is it memory or reality?  Shen Zhenghui lay on the bed and thought about it all night, considering every word he would say when he saw his attending doctor tomorrow.  Until the sun shines in from the high window.  The sound of dense footsteps and voices came from the corridor.  Shen Zhenghui's heart tightened. Reality was about to unfold in front of him. Let's see if he could distinguish between reality and illusion.  At this time, the footsteps stopped outside Shen Zhenghui's door, and then there was the sound of the door opening.  Shen Zhenghui felt himself starting to get nervous, but this didn't seem to be a bad thing. He felt that even if Jet Li and Jack Cheng walked in now, he would be confident in knocking them both down.  But before that, calm down first.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! PS: I strongly recommend "Beasts Are Worse Than Time Traveling Women". I'm worried that if I write this sentence after the article, I won't be able to publish it on time. ¡ª¡ª
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