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"Hello...this is the xx City Mental Hospital... May I help you, make an appointment for registration, ask about your condition, doctor's guidance..."

The voice on the phone was very gentle and nice, and one could even feel that the operator was a very beautiful girl, but Dr. Zhang hardly listened to anything, and for some reason, tears welled up in his eyes

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at this very moment

The environment around him began to change.

The psychiatric ward in front of me has disappeared, replaced by a residential house, two bedrooms and one living room, the decoration is very warm, the sunlight outside the window passes through the gaps in the curtains, with a warm smell, gently scattered on the photo frame on the table , in the photo frame is a photo, a man and a woman in the photo are embracing each other, their smiles are extremely sweet.

However, in the lower left corner of the photo frame, a drop of blood was stained on it abruptly...

Follow the drop of blood and look down, and you will find that there is still a pool of blood on the coffee table.The bloodstains extended along the coffee table to the floor, gathered into one piece, and spread brightly to the living room... Finally, it turned into a long dragging trace.

At the end...is a girl, she is lying quietly on the floor, she is still wearing the clothes in the photo, but at this moment, the blood under her body has spread, dyeing the clothes scarlet.

Oh, by the way, the boy in that photo... is very similar to Dr. Zhang.

It just looks younger...

The phone in Dr. Zhang's hand had been hung up at some point, and he looked at the surrounding scene with a dazed expression.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice that there were two wet marks sliding across his face, and he subconsciously wiped it with the hand that was not holding the phone.

Immediately afterwards, a bloody smell rushed into his nostrils.

He lowered his head, but was horrified to see bloodstains all over his body, hands, and shoes... And on the floor beside his feet, a knife was lying quietly, the tip was covered with bloodstains. .....

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Chapter 157 Number Eleven

At the beginning of the last century, a dark age.

Wars, plagues, and political changes have turned this world into an extremely absurd dream.Overnight, a wealthy country can become heavily in debt, and a happy family can become fragmented with a bang.

And that was the era when mental illness was most prevalent.

Countless people couldn't bear the sudden changes in their lives, the huge gap between rich and poor, or the stimulation of life and death, which led to the collapse of their own conscious world.Schizophrenia, mania, post-war trauma, major depression.

But at the same time, it was also the era when the treatment of mental illness developed most rapidly.

Because before that, mental illness had not been widely understood, so its treatment methods were single, and the curative effect was extremely unsatisfactory. To put it harshly, this field was actually a blank slate.But it is precisely because of this that countless strange treatment methods have appeared one after another.

There is no lack of well-known "lobotomy surgery" among them, and what's more, there are countless treatment directions that are not recorded in history.

For example, there is a group of people who envisage entering the patient's conscious world through means similar to "psychology", so as to fundamentally treat the symptoms of mental patients.

However, because this research does not conform to the "science" recognized by the world at all, it was rejected by people in the industry at the early stage of the idea, so that it disappeared in the bud before it was released to the public.

However, in the pursuit of success, there are always a group of people who are unwilling to accept the ideas of the world. They always carry the theories they believe in their hearts and walk on the road that runs counter to the world.

So it can be said that in the basement or some dark corners of some large mental hospitals, the research on this "spiritual intervention" treatment method is still being carried out secretly.

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Back to the story.

Dr. Zhang looked at the knife covered with blood, and was frightened by the scene in front of him for a moment, he couldn't help but took a step back.

"Boom"

He seems to have hit something.

So he turned his head and looked behind him... There was a small table, and on the table, there was a diary with a cover made of thick paper, and a small lock between the front and back covers There are three "disc-type" rollers on the lock head, and ten numbers from 1 to 0 are engraved on the rollers. This kind of lock needs to align all the three rollers with the corresponding numbers to open.

Doctor Zhang picked up the diary with trembling hands.

His breathing became extremely flustered, and a voice roared in his mind, warning himself not to open this diary.

But Dr. Zhang ignored that voice, he felt that he should have forgotten something, and those things he had forgotten are in this diary...

So he turned the locked roller.

"3" "8" "0"

He knew the password, and an uncle named "Jia Renliang" had already told him the password.

With a soft "click", the small lock opened in response.

Doctor Zhang slowly opened the diary

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On March 3th, at 8:0 midnight, I proposed to her and she said yes...so sweet.

I bought a diary, this is it, I am going to record the beauty of our togetherness.

It was quite embarrassing to say that I would do such a thing, so I specially bought a locked copy to prevent others from flipping through it.

I really love her, so use 380 as the password for this diary.After all, it is a commemoration of a successful marriage proposal.

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Today she asked for a ring. To be honest, it is a bit expensive, but fortunately, I can afford it.After all, she is a girl, and a girl as beautiful as her.Only such a ring can match it...lol

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I came back late from get off work today, there is no way, there are always various uncertainties in the job of a doctor!Especially psychiatry.

But it's so hard to die, today is her birthday.I really forgot.

Of course she was pissed and broke the vase I gave her last month.

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This woman actually came to my hospital and blamed me in front of all my colleagues. I just bought a watch without telling him...