My House of Horrors Chapter 1170: Dr. Fang

After dinner, Chen Ge was lying on the bed, his face was dull, and he silently stared at the paradise outside the window.

Compared with waking up from a coma for the first time, Chen Ge has become more silent. Perhaps in the eyes of the doctor, now he is more in line with the hospital’s requirements.

“Bang!”

The door of the ward was violently pushed open, and two nurses and Xu Wan walked in: “Chen Ge, it’s time to take medicine.”

“Where’s Dr. Gao? Isn’t Dr. Gao usually here to dispense medicine?”

“He’s busy with other things at night, so I’ll replace him for the time being.” Xu Wan‘s voice was very gentle, and there was nothing unusual about it. After seeing Chen Ge swallowing three white pills, she said again: ” There is a serious shortage of wards in the hospital, this is your new roommate, you can’t scare people away any more!”

The two nurses dragged a pale middle-aged man into the ward and placed him on Zuo Han’s bed.

“Let’s get to know each other, have a good rest, and be careful not to run around at night.” Xu Wan left with two nurses, leaving only two patients in the ward.

Chen Ge looked at each other curiously. His new roommate looked to be in his forties, with few wrinkles on his face, but his hair was completely white.

He seems to have undergone various inhuman tortures, his mental state is extremely poor, and his body has been shaking slightly.

“Brother, what should I call you?” Chen Ge took the initiative to greet him. He suspected that this middle-aged man in his forties with all white hair was also a “medicine” prepared for him by the hospital.

Since it is medicine, it must have appeared in Chen Ge’s memory, and it may help Chen Ge remember something.

“Can you hear me?”

After shouting several times, the middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at Chen Ge. There was a deep fear in his eyes, and he quickly lowered his head when he saw Chen Ge.

“Do you know something?” This man’s personality is completely different from Zuo Han’s. He didn’t say a word and couldn’t communicate at all.

Chen Ge didn’t know the other party’s name and surname, and he didn’t know what kind of disease the other party was suffering from. He only knew that the man seemed to be afraid of him.

It was late at night, but footsteps and the sound of carts pushing through the hospital corridor continued.

About one o’clock in the morning, there was a knock on the door of Chen Ge’s ward, and the middle-aged man who was sleeping on the bed near the door immediately sat up.

The door was knocked five times in a row, with very short intervals.

“A bit more than last night? Does this knock on the door represent the number of days I’ve been in the hospital?”

The corridor outside the door soon returned to calm. The middle-aged man gathered his courage and walked to the door. He opened the door a crack and looked outside.

“Hey! Is there anyone outside?” Chen Ge said suddenly, startling the man.

He closed the door of the ward gently, then shook his head at Chen Ge: “There is no one outside the door.”

The middle-aged man’s throat seemed to be injured, his voice sounded very awkward, and his expression was also very painful when he spoke.

“Brother, it’s fate that we can live together, what should I call you?” Chen Ge didn’t expect the middle-aged to talk to him, he thought it was a good opportunity to bring the two closer together.

“My last name is Fang.”

“Brother Fang, why were you sent in because of a disease?” Chen Ge was a little curious.

“Delusional disorder, I used to be an ENT doctor. After I got sick, I always felt that there was a foreign body in my body, just like now.” The middle-aged man pointed to his ears and mouth: “I feel like there are snails in my ears. While crawling, I also felt like I had a syringe full of medicine in my throat, and I knew it was just a hallucination, but it felt so real.”

Combining with the previous behavior of the hospital, Chen Ge’s gaze towards Dr. Fang has changed. He thinks that there may be those things in Dr. Fang’s body, which may not be an illusion.

Dr. Fang talked more at night. I don’t know if it was because he was eager to communicate with people, or because Chen Ge made him let go of his vigilance.

“Brother Fang, can I see your throat? You feel like you have a syringe in your throat, what if there is one?” Chen Ge sat up from the bed.

Doctor Fang looked at Chen Ge, his expression was a bit complicated now.

The fact that Chen Ge can say such a thing shows that Chen Ge is obviously mentally ill, but Doctor Fang finds it strange that he could hear a trace of concern from Chen Ge’s words.

“This is considered care between patients?” Dr. Fang marked Chen Ge with a label in his mind – a kind-hearted lunatic.

“Open your mouth.” Chen Ge moved to Dr. Fang’s bedside. He looked at Dr. Fang’s throat, and his pupils began to shrink involuntarily.

deep and quiet‘s esophagus is like an endless black hole, Chen Ge’s eyes are drawn, and the whole person seems to be slowly attracted to Dr. Fang’s mouth.

His consciousness continued to sink, and when his pupils narrowed to the limit, he saw a human face deep in Doctor Fang’s throat!

Flesh and blood wrapped around the skin, and that face had its eyes closed, hidden in the deepest part of the esophagus.

Dr Fang has a man in his throat!

The body was pushed away, Chen Ge’s pupils returned to normal, and he looked at Doctor Fang with surprise.

“Why are you looking at me like this? Could it be that I really have a syringe in my throat?” Dr. Fang sat on the edge of the hospital bed, and Chen Ge looked at him with trepidation.

“There is no syringe, but I saw a human face in your throat. He looks very much like you, with his eyes closed and his face pale.” Chen Ge gestured with both hands.

“I have a human face in my throat?” Doctor Fang felt inexplicably frightened at first, then he shook his head: “It seems that your condition is much more serious than mine. How can there be a human face in the human body?”

“It’s true.” Chen Ge didn’t argue with Dr. Fang on this issue. He sat back in his hospital bed and began to think about which one is the real Dr. Fang, the one in front of him and the one in Dr. Fang’s throat.

The ward fell silent, and neither patient spoke again.

……

The sun shines on his face, and Chen Ge slept very comfortably last night.

“It’s really easy to be addicted to the morning in this world.” Chen Ge whispered something that no one could understand, his eyes kept looking at the paradise outside the window.

Not long after, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Dr. Gao and Xu Wan walked in.

Without seeing him all night, Dr. Gao became even more haggard.

“Last night, did you have a nightmare?” Dr. Gao didn’t call Chen Ge’s name, but went straight to the topic. He seemed to be in a hurry.

“No, I slept until dawn.” Chen Ge hesitated for a while, but still asked, “Doctor Gao, why do you always ask me if I have nightmares?”

“Dreams can often reflect a person’s mental state.” Dr. Gao drew a sketch on a document, which seemed to be Chen Ge’s case list. There was a number at the end of the list, which Chen Ge couldn’t read To the first two digits of the number, he only saw that the last digit of the number was the number “1”.