Plague Doctor

Gu Jun said the words and pressed the weight on his head a little lighter. It felt much more comfortable watching the dawn day outside the window.

It's just that Grandpa Tong's side is very silent and a little weird... which reminds him of that hip-hop drunk.

Half an hour later, Grandpa Tong finally shouted in a dull voice, “That woman... that's an extremely dangerous person... did you see how hurt I was, she hit me, she stabbed me...”

Gu Jun remembered that in his previous impression, his mother was a gentle woman who would cook him something to eat and take him to play games...

And suddenly it flashed in front of me, and when he wrote the corresponding aliens on those paintings, my mother's eyes were raving.

He interrupted the chilling thought, "Grandpa Tong, you know, I don't know my parents very well, not even my own childhood. ”

“Boy, I don't blame you.” Grandpa Tong seems to have gradually recovered his anger, "your file has been rotten for a long time, to say the least, you are also her victim. ”

“I think so too.” Gu Jun was slightly bitter. He was already unsure whether his parents loved him or not.

Grandpa Tong's voice came out of the phone again: "This is an important message. But the bureau can find out everything about your parents. The nightmare disease investigation went in this direction at the beginning of the investigation, and nothing was gained. For the time being, it can only be said that your mother was a member of a certain order before she was a member of Li Sheng. Those people claimed to be a church... more I don't know, I didn't promise to join. ”

At the end of the day, Grandpa Tong smiled, "Join? I hate it when people beat me up and jump on her street. Sorry to say that about your mother. ”

“Alas..." Gu Junli should be angry, just why Tong Tong yelled at his mother, but his heart was a little more liberal.

Being scolded by his mother would not make him angry. He thought to himself that life was so bleak that it was normal to be forced out of paranoia.

“Grandpa Tong, could you send me the file of your mission? Now I have green light permissions.” He said, "I want to know the specifics. ”

“You have authority, no mental power.” Grandpa Tong's tone suggests there's no room for discussion, "Have you slept in bed since yesterday's exam? Triggering illusions consumes the spirit, and the only way to supplement it is to sleep. You better not do anything right now, just go to sleep. ”

Speaking of which, Grandpa Tong suddenly screamed, "Hey, everyone listening to the phone, do you hear me? Don't embarrass this kid. People like him can't have no secrets. Just know which way his heart is going. ”

Gu Junxin was warm. Although he still didn't understand Grandpa, the old man did defend him once and for all.

“That's it for now, you take your time off.” Grandpa Tong said to hang up the line.

“Wait!” Gu Jun called, “Grandpa Tong, I have one more message to say. ”

“Can you finish what you said at once? How many things are hidden?” Grandpa got upset.

Gu Jun was going to say that if the note in the illusion was to be said, it might be useful.

“It was a childhood memory fragment of my previous sudden recovery.” He spoke of the illusion, "the line was written in English, but I thought it was just spelled out in English alphabetical pronunciation, not in that language. ”

Then he spelled out the phrase alphabetically, and the more he thought about it over the course of the day, the weirder it felt.

[Ph 'ngluimglw 'nafhCthulhuR 'lyehwgah 'naglfhtagn]

After listening to it, Grandpa Tong was silent for a while. He didn't even try to read it. Finally, he said: "I don't know what this is. It sounds like a spell, or some kind of sacrifice or ritual language. Let's study it again. Don't read it yourself. That sentence should have unknown power. ”

Gu Jun responded. Perhaps after the call, it was due to the lack of a lot of hearts and minds. A deep fatigue came up.

You really need to get some sleep, it's four hours away from surgery.

Surgery... Gu Jun remembered something, opened the system panel in his head - the task list, looked at one of them:

[Difficult task: The cumulative contribution of individuals who complete two-star surgery (success) in one day reaches 100%. Mission Reward: 1 pair of Karop Anatomy Cuts]

I wonder if lobotomy is a two-star procedure?

But he just went to the O.R. to see if there was any perception, and without any duties, there might not be much contribution.

Gu Jun is thinking of another situation, Karop autopsy cut? Don't you have a reward like "Uncle Old Dog's Diary”?

“Apart from the long-standing Abyss mission of dissecting a corpse, neither of these two days' tasks matches the rewards. ”

He had already figured out that the system would combine his life to send tasks, so he was always able to help, but had recently failed...

“Why?" Gu Jun thought, “Missing the key link? The same origins I used to have with the alien world? ”

He was thinking about an idea that had been hidden for a long time and had clearly surfaced, making his mind suddenly burst.

“I don't know the exact circumstances of that nightmare. ”

But that nightmare, it's the cause of the nightmare disease.

……

Leukotomy of the cerebral lobe.

This neurosurgery, invented by Antonio Egas-Moniz, relies on the removal of nerve fibers connecting the prefrontal lobe epidermis to other brain regions to treat mental illnesses. This surgery initially won Moniz a prize, but then went crazy and became notorious.

In the craziest four or fifties of the last century, a survey showed that 13 patients had postoperative efficacy, 13 had not changed, and 13 had worsened.

There is still very little human knowledge of the brain, and that means of directly damaging parts of the brain, and the surgical effects are simply unpredictable.

And many postoperative patients can change their moods dramatically, with many sequelae, severe headaches, strange behavior, loss of memory, loss of consciousness and emotion, and even dementia, "quiet idiots”. It's like, masking a psychosis with another psychosis.

So when academics and people calm down, they realize the horrors inside, and the surgery is gradually banned by the nations of the world.

For the medical department that is now facing nightmares, this is simply an attempt to see if it will work.

It's like a drowning man reaching out and scratching, catching whatever he can.

As long as the nightmare is broken after surgery and the nerves are prevented from continuing to atrophy, even if the patient changes their mood and falls into sequelae, it will be successful.

There are three patients who will undergo surgery today, initial, intermediate, and intermediate, with the exception of patients with severe disease, all of whom have signed informed consent forms.

Early and intermediate patients were Chen Wenwei and Malley.