Ji Le has been to the city center hospital too many times, but he still can't adapt to the pungent smell of disinfectant and depressed atmosphere here.

Society does not advocate people to release useless emotions, so everyone is waiting for diagnosis without expression.

Even if everyone is suppressing their emotions, the invisible sense of depression will be released naturally. Under this pressure, the patient cannot cry loudly or shout, but can only accept it calmly. Everyone's negative emotions cannot be vented, making the atmosphere here even more depressed.

Ji Le walked through the corridors and headed to the Department of Brain and Neurology.

Department of Brain Neurology: Department of Brain Neurology and Intracerebral Terminal Implantation.

There are many patients with bandaged heads sitting on the bench in the corridor. Most of them come to treat the brain terminals due to various external forces.

There are also some people holding their children. They come to implant the most advanced brain terminals for their children, and strive to not lose at the starting line.

"You're finally here, you should have arrived three hours ago. Regular treatment will be good for your condition."

The attending doctor is named Wen, and Ji Le usually calls him Dr. Wen.

Dr. Wen always wears a meticulous white uniform, his expression never has any emotional fluctuations, and he says the most correct thing.

But he takes care of any patient very carefully.

"sit down."

Ji Le sat on a chair in the center of the clinic, allowing a layer of translucent device to be covered with his head.

A brain scanner can observe the condition of his brain in real time.

Since he was a child, he was found to have a shadow in his brain. At first, the doctor thought it was a tumor, but after the craniotomy, he couldn't find anything. After the craniotomy, he used medical imaging examination again, but found that the shadow was still there.

It exists in Ji Le's mind, but it also doesn't seem to exist. And it will cause severe headaches to Ji Le every other month.

The most serious illness occurred, and he even lost half his life, thanks to the timely delivery to the hospital.

Moreover, with this shadow, Ji Le couldn't install a brain terminal anyway. The doctor predicted that the brain terminal would have a serious rejection reaction with Ji Le's brain.

In the end, Ji Le could only go to the hospital every month when the disease broke out and use the most conservative method to suppress the symptoms of headaches.

Although the treatment fee is very expensive, Ji Le can barely afford it with medical insurance.

"I heard you were fired by Philips?" Dr. Wen asked casually while operating the instrument.

"Yeah." Ji Le didn't want to talk about this more.

"Why were you fired? Do you know how much your treatment depends on your job?"

"I found another way, don't worry."

"Any other way is not as good as at Philips." Dr. Wen put some contacts on Ji Le's neck to check his physical condition. "What are your other ways?"

"Let's start the treatment directly, don't waste time." Ji Le replied.

Dr. Wen put a soft hat on Ji Le. The control instrument was turned on, and with a gentle trembling, Ji Le felt that his scalp was gently touched, and a numbness eased his pain from the outside to the inside.

After a few minutes, the treatment ended.

In just a few minutes, Ji Le spent 30,000 yuan.

Although he had been here many times, he still felt a pain in his heart and had no choice but to survive.

"Okay, thank you doctor, I'm leaving."

Dr. Wen waved his hand and signaled him to leave quickly: "It's no different from the first time I saw you, it's so sad."

This is the first time he has seen such a patient who is not in the air. He has known Ji Le for so long, but he has not asked for any private information from the other party, which makes him feel that the distance between the two has not been closer at all.

Although the other party is a patient, he has known each other for so long, and he hopes that their relationship will not be so stiff.

"Come on your behalf, it proves that my illness cannot be completely cured." Ji Le replied, and it costs so much money, how could he be in the mood to chat with the doctor.

Just as Ji Le was about to step out of the clinic, an urgent alarm sounded.

Ji Le turned around: "What's going on?"

"There should be an emergency." Dr. Wen looked calm.

Ji Le sighed at Dr. Wen's emotional control ability. This alarm sound seemed to indicate that a serious situation was happening. It is probably not so common in hospitals, but Dr. Wen was as calm as he was used to.

Just as society advocates, as an elite class, Dr. Wen seems to have completely controlled those "excessive" emotions.

"Then can I still leave?" Ji Le did not walk out of the clinic.

"Can you try?"

"I think something is wrong outside, aren't you afraid of an accident?"

"Anyway, I'm already here, so it's useless. We shouldn't worry, we have someone who is responsible to solve the problem."

"But what if the person in charge can't solve it."

"That means not only I will die, but I don't need to do anything." Dr. Wen sat on the chair, picked up the water cup, and seemed at ease. "You can stay here too."

"I won't sit still and wait for death."

Ji Le rolled his eyes and walked out of the clinic.

The corridors, departments, and even all patients outside the diagnosis and treatment room have completely changed.

Under the natural light, the bright parts become warmer and the shadows become colder. The object is attached with a layer of colorful oil paint, with a hazy beauty, which not only increases saturation, but also becomes more distorted.

It was like the entire hospital turned into a huge three-dimensional oil painting.

[You entered the out-of-control boxscape: Oil Painting Hospital.

Hazard level: c.]

"This..." Ji Le became alert, stood there without moving, but just turned slightly.

The clinic was still normal, and Dr. Wen was looking at him in surprise.

The patients and doctors in the corridor were still walking in a hurry, as if they didn't realize that they had become part of the oil painting.

Their figures have become less clear, and they are made up of a bunch of colors when viewed close.

But there are still some people who still remain as people in reality and have not become part of the painting. At this time, they are awake and frightened and stay in place.

When encountering such a situation, people who usually suppress their emotions finally released their true self.

"I can't stand it anymore, I don't want to turn it into an oil painting!" One of the patients seemed to be unable to bear it and did nothing. He stood up and rushed towards the door quickly. "I don't want to stay here!"

Then, he froze.

It seemed that an invisible eraser was erasing him. Starting from his feet, his calves, thighs, and belly... began to disappear one after another, while he himself looked down in horror.

The eraser had already rubbed his neck.

"Save..." Before he could send a complete call for help, he was completely wiped out.
Chapter completed!