When the door was closed, Feng bujue was the only one left in the small room.

He sat down and began to think.

Even though I've said what I wanted to say, I can't expect too much from this doctor ... Feng bujue thought to himself, from his attitude, it's not hard to tell that he has no intention of 'curing' me ... All he wants is to complete the basic job requirement and finish the two-month shift. Then, in the next ten months, he will not have to stay in this damn place anymore.

As brother Jue thought about this, he moved to the wall and slowly lay down.

He's not the only one. I'm afraid the other doctors have the same mentality ...

"First of all, this mental hospital is a state institution, so their salary for taking shifts here must be fixed. In other words ... There was no extra profit to be made. Therefore, the motive in the aspect of profit ... Could already be ruled out.

"Secondly, the 'patients' who are locked up here are basically a bunch of people who have made no misjudgment even after being shot twice."According to the logic of ordinary people, being locked up here for the rest of our lives is already a blessing ... Under such circumstances, if someone were to really 'recover' from this place and re-enter society, it would definitely attract a lot of pressure from the public.

"In short ... From the doctors" personal point of view, there will be no benefits even if they treat each patient seriously. On the contrary, if the patient was 'cured', the trouble that they would face and the responsibility that they would have to bear ... Were unimaginable.

"Hmm ... If that's the case, it's probably a waste of time to put the hope of leaving this place on the doctors.

"That was a report that was written for fourteen years. As long as a doctor studied it seriously ... It's impossible that he couldn't find the suspicious point of the 'knowledge reserve'.

"There are two reasons why no one has mentioned it yet. One is that no one has paid attention to it. They just read it as a story or simply skimmed through it for work."Secondly, some people did see some suspicious points in it, but ... They didn't say anything because they didn't want to spend time and labor for a 'hopeless lunatic' like me, and they didn't want to take unnecessary risks for me."

With that thought in mind, Feng bujue stretched lazily and said,""Phew ... It seems like I can only rely on myself to leave this place ..."

........

After more than an hour, it was time for lunch.

The person who came to deliver the meal today didn't even say a word. He just knocked on the door twice with some kind of hard object (the caretaker had an electric baton on her body), and then directly stuffed the plate in through the lower part of the door.

"Ah ... It's mealtime again?" Feng bujue mumbled as he crawled to the door."In all fairness, the food here is not bad ..."

He took the plate in front of him, and after looking at it, he began to formulate a eating strategy.

To explain it here, the so-called "eating strategy" was actually about what Yingying ate first, what she ate later, how she ate, how she ate, how long she would take to finish eating, and so on.historical

Generally speaking, children from poor families would easily develop such a habit as long as they were not too stupid.

This was because children from poor families did not have the ability to "eat whatever they wanted to eat", nor did they have the capital to "eat leftovers" or "be picky."

The moment they sat down at the table, the question they were usually thinking about was,"how can I finish this bowl of last night's meal with this half a piece of old fatty meat and two mouthfuls of salted vegetable pimples in front of me? at the same time, it can also give my mouth and stomach the illusion that I'm full."

And this ... Was undoubtedly an art. It was a technique to "improve the quality of life through various means."

As the saying goes,"the environment makes people"-this was indeed the case.

People who worked hard every month to earn a salary of more than 2000 Yuan were living their lives. People who had never worked but had families that could easily fork out more than 20 million were also living their lives. These two types of people's thoughts, habits, vision, and so on ... Would naturally be very different.

Here, we don't talk about noble and lowly, good and evil, right and wrong, cause and effect ... Let's talk about the knowledge of "saving costs and improving the quality of life under limited conditions". The former must have mastered more.

Things like renting a suit to go for an interview, buying a plane ticket in the morning, using old daily necessities for a second time, going to the supermarket to buy discounted vegetables in the middle of the night ... For the former, it was common knowledge or common sense, but for the latter, it was something that they didn't know or didn't need to know.

Feng bujue was obviously someone who had been 'poor' before. Of course, he was not so poor that he had to learn the life skills of a homeless person (there were many ways to pick up trash and beg for food, but I will not go into detail here), but a habit like the 'eating guide'... Was something that he had developed since he was young.

"This is such a combination ..." Feng bujue looked at the dish and thought to himself, I can eat half of the fried pork chop first and put the other half on top of the rice to maintain the calories and also to let the rice have some oil. Then there's the bran ... It doesn't seem to be the usual sweet method, but a salty one. I have to say it's a failure because the saltiness conflicts with the taste of the salted fish. It needs to be paired with seaweed and egg soup ..."

Just as brother Jue was thinking about these things that even I thought were just word count ... Suddenly!

"Eh?" He noticed something ... Something that made him suspicious."What ... Is this?"

As he mumbled to himself, Feng bujue moved his tongue a few times with his mouth half-open, and then ... He reached his hand into his mouth.

A few seconds later, he used the index and middle fingers of his right hand to take out something from between his teeth ...

"This is ..." After staring at the residue of the food for a few seconds, Feng bujue came to a conclusion."An orange?"

Indeed, what he was holding in his hand was a small pinch of orange tendons.

"Could it be ..." It was unknown what he thought of, but the next second, he wiped the saliva on his hands on his clothes, then put his fingers to his nose and sniffed them carefully.

"Hmm ... There really is." After Feng bujue finished reading that sentence, he turned to look at her."But ... Why don't I remember eating that before?"

Other than this plate of food, brother Jue had only had one meal since he came here, and he remembered very clearly ... There were no oranges for dinner yesterday.

"The smell of orange on my finger means that not only have I eaten an orange before, but I peeled it myself and ate it. It was not someone who stuffed it into my mouth when I was unconscious ..." Feng bujue read it out loud."But I have no memory of eating an orange, like ..."

At this moment, an idea flashed through his mind. "It's like ... A part of my memory was erased. "