I didn't sleep well that night. I heard many people's voices throughout the night. I know they are people's voices, but I don't understand what they're talking about. Maybe there are too many people talking at the same time, but it seems that they are not even talking to me. When I heard the voices very clear, I noticed that they were getting closer and closer to me. I think they are in the corner of my bed now. I opened my eyes. I saw a nurse and a doctor's back quarrelling.
"What should I do?" the nursed cried. "I can't handle the patient in room 101. Please switch me to a different patient."
"Your job is to take care of the patient. If you don't want to take care of the patient, you quit," the doctor told the nurse. "As nurses and doctors, we cannot choose which patients we can take care or not take care. Anyone who walks into our clinic is our patients."
I listened to nurses and doctors discussing and planning what they are going to do with the patient in room 101. I noticed that the doctor is annoying. He treated the nurse as if it was her fault, that the patient in room 101 is difficult to deal with. In the days when I used to take care of my mother, I have seen enough. Some of these patients are either babies or complain too much. Then I realized, since I was sleeping here, why would doctors and nurses speak freely in front of me. They didn't seem to notice me at all. They talk as if there is no one in the room.
"Don't bring your problems to work. This is my clinic. If you do anything to ruin the reputation of the clinic, I won't go easy on you," the doctor said madly, and he left the room.
The nurse turned around and it was Fang Yi.
"Nurse Fang, don't worry about anything. I am rich. I will help you find a good lawyer. We will sue this stupid clinic." I stretched out my hand to her, but I couldn't do it. I looked down and my whole body was tied to the bed. There were two handcuffs that locked me on the bed. I tried to move my legs, but my handcuffs were also handcuffed to the bed.
"What the heck? Let go of me," I demanded. "If not, I am going to sue your stupid ass."
Fang Yi, the heartless evil nurse, smiled evilly at me with a ten-inch needle.
"When you want to ask people for help, you have to be more accurate," a young man said.
I looked at the bedside. I saw a man in a black suit standing by the door eating a piece of beef jerky.
"Who are you?" I asked. "Help me get rid of these cuffs."
"It's not impossible." He chewed the beef jerky arrogantly.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Trust me, you don't want me to touch you," He approached. "It's rare that people see me."
"Why?"
"Go on," he said. "You were in the middle of swearing."
"How about this? Do you think this is the appropriate needle size?" Fang Yi asked the person.
"A little smaller but not too small," He replied.
I looked up and it seemed that Fang Yi switched her needle back and forth. Yes, this is not reality, it must be a dream. It is often said that when you are in distress, your mind often plays with you. I remember that I am blind, and I have not recovered. Therefore, this must be a dream. It must be my frustration that caused all these hallucinations in my mind. I am blind, and I cannot see.
"It's a bit big, if you poke him with this, he will bleed to death."
I looked up and saw a needle as big as my hand. I was in a state of panic.
"I think the butterfly needle will be good. If you stick that needle in my body, I will die," I said.
I saw Fang Yi picked up the big needle and was about to push it towards me. I screamed and kicked hard. I heard the light turned on, and I could see two shadows coming towards me.
"Mr. Wu...Mr. Wu...are you alright." I heard the familiar nurse's voice. Then I realized that I was no longer in my dream.
"I have nightmares."
"Mr. Wu, pain medication we gave you may cause hallucinations."
"I want to be discharge today."
"Mr. Wu, but you have not fully recovered."
"I want to be discharged today. Go and tell the doctor. I want to be discharged now."
That morning after breakfast, if I agree to follow up with a psychiatrist, the doctor agrees to discharge me. I don't want to stay in this hospital for a minute, so I agree. I don't know that being discharged from the hospital is a hassle. It took them a lot of time to prepare my paperwork. I must also reconsider what kind of life I will live when I get home. I took out the phone and couldn't see the dial pad, so I pressed voice recognition.
"Call Jack Fu."
"According healthline, jackfruit is an exotic fruit grown in tropical regions of the world. It is native to South India. It is part of the Moraceae plant family, which also includes fig, mulberry and breadfruit." The stupid voice recognition said.
"Call...Jack...Fu..." I said slowly one word at a time, hoping it will provide me with the correct information this time.
"According to healthline, jackfruit is an exotic fruit grown."
"Stupid phone," I said madly.
"According to encyclopedia, a feature phone is a type or class of mobile phone that retains the form factor of earlier generations of mobile."
Before the stupid so-called smart phone turned off, I pressed it four times and got even more angry. Then the door opened, and my housekeeper walked in.
"Sir, your luggage is ready."
"Take this stupid phone and call Jack Fu for me."
"Yes sir." He took the phone from my hand and hand it back to me.
The phone rang, but there is no answer, so I left Jack a message call meets me. The phone rang as soon as I hung up.
"Hello," I said.
"Hello, Mr. Wu, this is Jack."
"Jack, I want to sell my house. Please help me contact real estate for me."
"Of course," he said. "How soon do you need this to be done?"
"The sooner the better."
"Okay, sir, I'll see you tomorrow."
I hung up and the nurse wheel me out in a wheelchair. When I went out, I saw Fangyi walking sadly beside me.
"Please stay. I'm not trying to scare you." She begged.
I shook my head, pretending that I didn't see or hear her. As soon as the nurse drove me out of the front door, I no longer see Fang Yi. The car stopped and I got into the car. I looked out the window and saw Fang Yi standing next to the man in black. Her face looked sad.
"I never want to see these again." I sighed.
When we stopped at the red light. I happened to look out the window and saw a woman soaked in blood crawling out of dark alley, and then a black shadow dragged her back.
"Help me! Please help me!" I heard her scream.
"Help me! Call the police."
When a dark figure dragged her back, she screamed loudly.
My heart beats fast. I heard her so clearly, as if I was standing next to her when this happened.
"Chi, do you hear or see anything?"
"No, sir." Chi answered.
"When is my appointment with my psychiatrist?"
"Friday the 12th next week."
Chi reassuring that Friday next week will be the twelfth, not the thirteenth. I feel much better.