All Worlds Madhouse

When I opened my eyes, I saw a somewhat dim room.

In the next second, I was convinced that this was not hell.

So, I immediately realized something. I pulled open my sleeve, and the needle that was supposed to be stuck in the blood vessel had been torn out and was still bandaged, although the bandaging technique was terrible.

"Hey, you're awake?" A sharp, ugly, but extremely weak voice rang out.

I was startled, but when I turned my head around, I saw a man lying in the corner, covered in blood—the clown!

"Believe me, I tried my best to wake you up, but you didn't give me the face until I couldn't move." He said with a smile: "Well, since you woke up, you still remember what we said a few hours ago. What? You said you could.save me."

After saying this, the clown passed out.

There was a strong smell of blood in the whole room. His wound was blocked roughly, but there was still a lot of blood. I don't know how he persisted until now.

He is a criminal, and any reports related to him are almost always accompanied by robberies, explosions, and murders. Yes, he is a terrible guy. He destroys everywhere, even destroying the fact that I am going to die.

Simply a devil.

So under this situation, what a normal person has to do now is to scream, hold his head, and then run out crazily. It is best to call the police.

So, I didn't do that

I looked at him, looking at the body on the verge of death, and my eyes stayed on his face at this moment. He was extremely quiet. On that weird face, besides madness, I seemed to see a little bit of other things. .

That thing I see on my face every time I look in the mirror.

The sadness of losing everything.

The water was not clean because it was poured directly from the tap; the knife was very sharp and was taken out of the clown's pocket. There were no tweezers, but it was okay. Two chopsticks were found in the kitchen. There was no shadowless lamp or hemostat. , there was no sterilizing water, or even anesthesia, but, in this simple place, I began to operate on this madman.

The operation didn't go well. I inevitably broke several blood vessels. This guy was also in the operation and woke up three times. I knew it was painful. This kind of pain is enough to drive anyone crazy.

But maybe it's because he has gone crazy.

When I woke up for the first time, he said hello to me and said he could tell me a joke if I felt bored. However, 10 seconds later, he fainted again.

The second time he woke up, he told me that if I inserted a knife into his heart now, everyone in Gotham would thank me, including himself.

The third time he woke up, he smiled at me and said that my headdress was very beautiful today and that it reminded him of a woman named Jenny. However, he said that he had no idea who Jenny was. Well, this might be him. He started laughing wildly at the joke he was about to say, and then fell into coma again.

Finally, I completed the operation under this environment. I don't know whether it was right or wrong. I saved a criminal, but I am a doctor and I am destined to save people.

What's more, this person also saved me.

The post-operative stabilization period only lasted half an hour.

After that, this madman started to have a high fever. There was nothing I could do about it. With such a big wound in a place like this, I guarantee it would have been infected before I woke up.

He had a severe fever, and I could feel the scorching body temperature through his clothes, as if it was about to swallow him alive.

I stayed by the bed, and I didn’t know what was wrong. I should obviously run away and stay away from this madman, but I didn’t. Maybe it was because I felt that if I wanted to die, I would definitely die if I stayed by his side. More convenient.

So. I succeeded and gently brushed his calm face, weird makeup, scary lips, and sad eyes.

Soon, the body temperature of over 40 degrees began to plunge him into chaos. I don’t know what chaos means to a madman. In short, he started to cry. It was the most heart-wrenching sound I have ever heard. It was like From the cries of hundreds or thousands of people, the thickest part is extracted, then mixed together, and merged into a cup of uncontrollable wails.

He must have lost something extremely precious, just like me, but different. My loss was just a sudden car accident. In an instant, everything was lost, while his loss was a slow, long-term loss. , the torment that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Otherwise, the sound would not be so distant and thick.

What is it? Did it drive him crazy? A car accident? A financial crisis, something bigger or something smaller.

I gently raised his head and let him lie on my knees. Maybe this would make him more comfortable. Then I gently combed his weirdly colored hair with my fingers until he stopped and his breathing changed. Gotta be steady.

I thought he must have had a good dream, because the corners of his mouth turned up, not like the usual miserable, hysterical way.

But a real smile.

In the darkness, a little bit of light.

It was the sun shining on my face. I hummed slightly and then opened my eyes.

A bald wall?

The scene in front of me suddenly reminded me that I was in a dilapidated apartment that I didn't even know where I was, and next to me was a heinous lunatic.

God, I don’t know why I can fall asleep. You know, I have been suffering from insomnia at home, and yesterday, I actually fell asleep holding a madman!

What's even scarier is that I slept peacefully.

Well, now is not the time to think about these things. I soon discovered that the person on my knee last night was already gone, so...should I leave quickly too?

So, in shock, I quickly turned over and got out of bed. Then, I saw that figure beside the bed.

It was an extremely desolate figure from behind, but he obviously heard the sound of me waking up, so he turned around. On the front of the figure was an extremely crazy image.

"Hey, I'm glad I'm still alive." He said to me in that high-pitched voice: "First of all, I have to thank you. Obviously, you are one of the rare people who can speak fairly reliably. Hehe, oh, Also, last night, I seemed to have had a pretty good dream, so, did I talk in my sleep?"

He asked, and that creepy face came closer to me. I felt like I was being strangled by something, and I couldn't say a word.

"Well, whether you heard it or not, please, don't tell me because I know it was a good dream.

but me.

unnecessary.

Sweet dreams. "