Chapter 628 Paranoia of Persecution
"Are you awake? The effect of the medicine wears off so quickly?" The doctor named Fu walked to the bedside. He saw that Han Fei had woken up, with a somewhat surprised expression.
Compared to the doctor, the middle-aged woman's reaction was greater. She hurried to Han Fei's side and stretched out her hands to check Han Fei's condition.
The hands were gouged, and the wounds were deep. The middle-aged woman also noticed this. After remembering what the doctor just said, she quickly took her hands back.
"It seems that he has calmed down." Dr. Fu waved his hand to the nurse, who untied Han Fei's restraints and let Han Fei free.
"There are no problems with blood routine, urine routine, brain MRI, and electroencephalogram. Now we can also rule out that he has an organic disease such as head injury. There is little point in staying here anymore. He has to pay hospitalization fees every day. I personally suggest you take him home first. "Dr. Fu is a man. A very nice person who considers the patient and his family very much: "Home treatment may be more effective. After all, it is an environment he is familiar with and can reduce his inner fear."
"Okay, thank you. You, Doctor Fu." The middle-aged woman thanked her repeatedly.
Han Fei, who was lying on the hospital bed, also heard the words Dr. Fu. A certain nerve in his brain seemed to be touched, and his eyes moved to Dr. Fu.
Obviously it was the first time he met him, but Han Fei always felt that the other person wanted to kill him, and that kind face seemed to reveal a sinister and vicious expression the next second.
“He didn’t want to save me, he wanted to kill me!”
A thought emerged, and Han Fei struggled to sit up from the hospital bed. He had to escape as soon as possible.
"Take him home, communicate with him well, remember to pay attention to the things I told you, and then take medicine on time." Dr. Fu comforted the middle-aged woman for a few words, and then left with the nurse .
It wasn't until the doctor walked out of the ward that Han Fei's nervousness eased.
"Han Fei..." The middle-aged woman sat beside the bed. She knew that her child was in danger. Even though she had been attacked not long ago, she still sat closest to Han Fei.
"Han Fei?" Han Fei repeated the name. This should be his own name, but he couldn't remember anything except this name.
"You stay here by yourself first, and I'll handle the discharge procedures for you." The middle-aged woman walked to the closet and took out Han Fei's own clothes: "I'll be back soon."
The woman left , Han Fei was the only one left in the ward. He lowered his head numbly, looked at his palm, and looked at the circles of fingerprints.
"Me, Han Fei?"
There was a crunching sound above his head. Han Fei was attracted by the sound and looked up. The fan in the hospital ward was spinning continuously.
With his Adam's apple rolling, Han Fei kept staring at the fan, his face gradually turning pale.
He always felt that the fan would fall down the next moment, and the high-speed rotating metal blades would cut his neck and cut off his head.
The fingers were a little stiff, so Han Fei moved his body. He stepped on the ground with his bare feet and squatted next to the hospital bed.
The fan was still spinning, and the switch was far away. Han Fei kept staring at the fan. There was more and more cold sweat on his cheeks. Hiding beside the bed didn't seem safe, so he hid under the bed again. .
Curling up, Han Fei became increasingly uneasy looking at the empty ward.
He doesn’t remember anything, he seems to be the only one left here.
His breathing became rapid and he clasped his hands on his chest. His inner uneasiness was slowly amplified. When he was almost out of breath, the middle-aged woman who ran out just now came back.
"Han Fei?"
Holding the discharge certificate in her hand, the middle-aged woman saw Han Fei immediately. She pushed the hospital bed away and helped Han Fei up.
"The doctor said there is nothing serious about your illness. Don't think too much and just rest for a while." The middle-aged woman helped Han Fei get dressed. She supported Han Fei with one hand and held the other hand. One hand held a large bag of daily necessities: "Take your time."
The middle-aged woman accompanied Han Fei out of the ward. When they came to the first floor, there was a strange noise upstairs, as if Something happened.
After walking out of the hospital, the noise hit him instantly, and Han Fei took several steps back.
"It's okay, I will protect you."
Under the guidance of the middle-aged woman, Han Fei walked out of the hospital again. His eyes were trembling, and his eyes were constantly attracted by the sound. Looking at different things, every nerve has been tense.
"Relax, don't think so much." The woman patted Han Fei's back gently. She asked Han Fei to walk on the sidewalk while she walked outside.
His mind went blank, Han Fei couldn't remember anything, and everything around him gave him deep fear.
Maybe a car speeding by would suddenly lose control and hit him; maybe a car would suddenly stop next to him, and then the people in the car would get out and kidnap him; or maybe at this moment, he was not far behind him. Someone was following him everywhere.
Every step is difficult to take, and this strange world seems to leave him only endless fear.
"Come, walk home slowly." The middle-aged woman grabbed Han Fei's hand and accompanied Han Fei patiently.
She did not urge him, nor did she speak in a stronger tone. If Han Fei stood still, she would also stop.
After walking around like this for almost forty minutes, the middle-aged woman brought Han Fei to the gate of a community.
This community is very old and very large. There are several tube buildings next to each other, which gives people a very depressing feeling.
Han Fei stopped in front of the gate of the community. He looked at the old residential buildings and felt that they would collapse on him at any time and bury him alive inside.
"Han Fei, we're home, we're almost home."
The word home came into his ears. Han Fei slowly turned his head to look at the woman. After hesitating for a moment, he followed the middle-aged man A woman enters the community.
"Morning! Are you taking your children to work again?" The community security guard is a fat man in his thirties with a round face. He is very enthusiastic and greets everyone he sees.
"It's time to get off work." The middle-aged woman replied with a smile, and then walked into the family building No. 4 with Han Fei.
The woman seemed to know that Han Fei never took the elevator. She directly opened the door of the emergency passage and led Han Fei up the stairs.
The noise from the outside world gradually disappeared, and Han Fei also slowly became quiet.
They went up to the ninth floor and stopped at the door of room 4904.
The key was inserted into the keyhole, and the sound of the door lock turning made Han Fei a little uncomfortable. He looked at the house number and felt an inexplicable urge to escape.
"We're home, don't stand outside."
"This... is not my home." Han Fei's chapped lips slowly opened and he said in a low voice.
The middle-aged woman gently grabbed Han Fei's arm. She did not refute Han Fei's words, but comforted softly: "Have a good rest, don't think too much, and relax yourself."
Entering the house, Han Fei scanned the room vigilantly.
The crowded living room is piled with various furniture, and two sets of torn doll clothes are placed near the door. Someone in this family seems to be an actor playing a doll in a paradise.
"You go back to your room and have a rest. I'll prepare the meal right away." The middle-aged woman closed the door. She saw Han Fei still standing there, as if he had forgotten where his room was: "Over here , It’s okay, it will be okay.”
Han Fei’s bedroom is at the far end of the room. There are various things in it, which looks a bit messy.
Han Fei usually didn't seem to like others entering his room, so the middle-aged woman left after seeing Han Fei enter the room.
In this home, the innermost bedroom is Han Fei's own space.
Sitting on the bed blankly, nothing around him gave Han Fei any familiar feeling. He stroked the sheets and saw the manuscript papers randomly thrown on the bed.
He reached out and unfolded it, and there was the beginning of a script written on it.
“That day, I discovered that all the stories I had written had become reality.”
“The first story ten years ago was the closet.”
"Whenever I stand with my back to the closet, the closet door always opens a gap, and I know there is a person hiding inside."
After just reading the first sentence, Han Fei immediately turned his head. Look behind yourself.
Next to the single bed is the closet, which is very close to his desk. Whenever he lies on the desk and writes, the closet is right behind him.
Getting up, Han Fei opened the closet door. There were only a few clothes and boxes of old books inside.
"Book?"
Han Fei reached out and took out a book to read. The book was about basic acting.
He forgot everything, but he felt familiar with the content in the book, and he even relaxed his expression unconsciously.
"Am I an actor?" Han Fei turned to look at the doll set by the door of the living room: "A cartoon doll actor in the paradise?"
Drag the carton, Han Fei wanted to take out the book box, But the clothes hanging in the closet seemed to be blown by the wind and suddenly shook.
Han Fei's movements froze. He stared at the clothes in the closet. As if he realized something, he kept walking backwards until his back hit the window.
The room was quiet, and the clothes in the closet stopped shaking.
Han Fei listened to the whistling wind outside and turned his head and glanced behind him.
The window sill was a bit low, and the concrete floor downstairs seemed to be magnifying in Han Fei's eyes. At this time, it seemed that someone would come over and push him gently, and he would fall directly onto the cement floor.
Breathing gradually became heavier. Han Fei grasped the window sill with both hands, and veins appeared on the back of his hands. He felt that this was not the first time he stood here. He seemed to have different images of himself appearing in his mind again and again. The posture fell to the ground!
The corpses were placed in various poses on the hard gray cement floor. Blood was constantly flowing around. The corpses on the ground seemed to be moving in this way!
There was a stabbing pain in his brain, and Han Fei suddenly shouted: "This is not the first time I have died!"
"Han Fei?"
A middle-aged woman from the kitchen hurried over. She quickly pulled Han Fei away from the window and closed the thick curtains.
"Han Fei, don't think so much, just take a good rest." (End of Chapter)