Chap 10: [WSIT?] - Doctor (2)

It is a sad story. When that girl opened her eyes again, I saw nothing but emptiness. There was not a single tear. There seemed to be a barren pit inside her. Used to be helpless. Used to be painful. But the emotions were exhausted.

- There is no Tung Bach. There is no such person in this world, nor is there such a Thanh Dang.

- I know. This world does not exist. So this world is not real.

                

- You always say my other memories are fake, due to the trauma caused by the accident. Did you ever think that this world could also be a fake, created by my brain after the injury from the accident to convince me that Tung Bach had never come to my world, like that, never left my world. go, and should I go on living or not?

You never thought that, did you? Because this is the world you've lived in ever since, without a doubt, and I'm just a person falling from the sky who suddenly came to say, this world is fake.

But, you know what, I would feel the same way. A world that I've lived in all my life, covering all my memory, one day suddenly being told, is all fake.

- Say that your world is fake, not just a person.

- Does quantity really matter? There was also a time when almost the whole world thought that the Earth stood still for the whole universe to revolve around it. Anyway, the Earth is still spinning. Or are you going to tell me that, in this world, the Earth does not rotate?

                

- Sister, I looked at your file, that wooden girl, do you think she changed her soul to someone at the time of the accident?

I was startled to hear a loud voice that I have never heard of, looked up at the guy with the same face as the white blue guy before, but with a youthful and cheerful demeanor, then looked down and worked hard and asked:

- When did you come? Dare to peek into your brother's file?

- Wow, don't pay attention to those little details. Come to think of it, those scenes in the movie are full! When she wakes up, she doesn't remember anything about her previous life, even her relatives, but insists she has a different life, right? Moreover, she seemed to be familiar with many scenes and people that she should have never met.

- Novelists are different, rich in mind, open-minded! – I give a thumbs up!

- Hey, you focus on the point! I'm sure she changed her soul to someone else at the time of the accident, we need to find that person and find a way to switch back...

- Firstly, the story of changing souls and leaving bodies only exists in movies. Second, it wouldn't be the case with her, if anything. Although her life status is different, her name and appearance are still the same, the places and people she has ever visited do not know her or anyone named Tung Bach, even where the two of them used to stay. It's also been someone else's room for several years, with absolutely no interruptions. I also asked the temporary resident registration agency, in the past 10 years, there has been no one around that area with the same name as the two of them. Not even the places she calls alma mater, these two names are not on file at all! So your story, save it for the readers!

- If it is simply paranoia after trauma, how can in a few days in the hospital create such a clear, clear, vivid life? Tell me, how can our brains be so delusional?

I looked up, reaching out to push the books on the table:

- Stop talking nonsense, get up and eat, I'm hungry!

- Go now and always! Going to eat grilled buffet, I know this place is delicious! Please invite me!

- The guy...

                

- Do you have a small music box in your house?

- Huh?

- If yes, can you give it to me?

- There doesn't seem to be one. But why do I need it?

- All of a sudden I really want one.

- So you tell my parents to find out if I have it? Or the next day you buy one and bring it to me?

- Okay, if you don't want to bring it, just say it directly.

- No, because I don't remember the house I have. I will come back and try.

- Okay.

She was like that, sometimes asking random questions or making incomprehensible requests like that. However, it is also a positive sign that she is gradually establishing a connection between us, which is very beneficial for treatment.

                

- What 's up? – I looked up and asked the person who had just entered with a somewhat stern face.

- Heard you went to investigate medical records, household registration, schools, even looking for people and areas in Luong Thanh Dang's story? – Trach Luong asked.

- Um.

- Let's talk for a bit.

"So you just say it..." I replied, but I waited for a while but still didn't see the person above speak, only feeling the eyes glued to the top of my head.

- Okay, I lost your torture with your eyes. I admit, her story is too real, so there were times when I was confused, even suspected her family members should have investigated a bit… – I put the documents aside, looked up and said.

- You know we doctors can't get caught up in a patient's story, right? You know how real those stories can be? They don't make up stories, they don't fool you, they believe the story themselves! If you are not careful…

- I know the limit. If you don't let me practice on you, you will practice on me!

- And not because...

- Okay, I know. I will be more careful. I see Miss Thuy below, you go back to the next room!

"Huh..." The guy frowned slightly, but didn't say anything more, closed the door and left.

What do you hear, who do you listen to?

- You know, because of an accident, his parents abandoned their young child, his relatives abandoned his two cousins, his sister just waited for him to turn eighteen and then left him, everyone. He loved them all and left him. If only I… – She said in a sad voice. I shake my head:

- In my story, that person left first.

- I'm not sure. I still haven't personally determined it's him. There's also the possibility that it wasn't him, or that he didn't jump in…

I don't believe in that possibility myself. I know that person so well, can I get it wrong? Why do you always insist on wanting to go back there? Do you think, even if you can really return, you will receive his cold corpse?

- Even so. Even so, I also want to confirm, confirm that he left me, not I left him, do you understand?

- Let's make an exchange. I seriously listen to family stories, try to accept the life of "the sister of this world". How do you seriously listen to my story, and try to experience the life of "me in that world" with you?

Recently, she has become less skinny. Today, she also brought the tea her mother cooked, even if she just ordered it without saying anything. Anyway, it was a way of expressing her attitude towards her family that was no longer as cold as before.

- Did you see the family photo album?

- Um.

- Nice picture?

- It's normal, there's nothing special in the house.

She thought, adding:

- But their pictures are very special. Most are my pictures. If you calculate the average, there is more than one picture every day in your life.

She used the word "in the house".

- Is it really that much?

- I'm not exaggerating. Must watch in a few days!

I heard her voice, involuntarily feeling slightly amused:

- How do you feel after watching?

- Very strange. It's like looking at a photo of the same person. “I” is present in many photographs, in scenes of which I have no recollection. The life of "me" in the photo is very rich, also very liberal and fun. That girl has gone to many places, done many things, surrounded by many people, and experienced things that I have never thought of in my whole life. It's weird, we obviously have the same face, but she looks so much prettier than me.

- Because my sister at that time was very radiant.

- Not then and not now. It's me and her.

There were times when I thought, Could it be that I suddenly burst into that girl's life, taking her identity and her family?

If so, then where is that poor girl?

I gently touched her temple, whispering:

- She is here. Still always here. Sleep deep inside me.

                

- Why, didn't she come back early? – As soon as I put down the phone, my heart felt like it was on fire, and immediately called everyone to search the office, both the neighboring offices and the floors above and below.

- I and everyone have searched everywhere, she is definitely not in this office! – I worriedly told the people who just got out of the car. The mother who saw it immediately cried a lot, and the father's eyes were red.

- He said he wanted to come to my office, recently the situation seems to be getting better, so it won't stop him from going anywhere, as long as he has a bodyguard to accompany him. But it didn't let the bodyguards in, just like when there were usually only 2 people consulting. After two hours of not seeing any movement, the bodyguards were also worried, so they called their aunts and uncles, who called me! – said the father.

- She did come before, but she just stopped by to say two sentences to me and then came back, saying that she would go out with her to shop and stop by.

- But the bodyguards are sure he never came back this way. Does this office have another exit?

- There are only emergency exits, but only our staff can swipe the card.

- In the end, which way did it go… where did it go? – The mother began to cry, unable to keep her composure. The father looked exhausted but still used a gentle voice to comfort:

- Let's calm down, go home and wait, if she comes back, I'll go with everyone to find...

After saying that, everyone gradually dispersed. I tiredly sat down on the chair, pressed the call button, still "Subscriber...". The room next to someone passed by:

- I fell asleep for a while.

- Huh?

- It seems that Trach Nhat has come ... - Trach Luong lowered his voice slightly, my brows furrowed tightly:

- Impossible…

We go to the internal gate, swipe the card. This is the opposite direction to the main gate, a shortcut through another path. But at the exit also have to swipe the card. Our cards were all still with her, there was no way she could take it out and return it to us, unless…

"That brat, it's best not to have anything to do with this, or else…" I fidgeted and twisted my wrist.

- Ma'am, have you seen any girl out this way just now? – I asked the middle-aged woman who was selling popcorn by the gate.

- Yes, a girl in a white dress is a bit thin, she doesn't look familiar.

- Did you see where she went?

- She crossed this street and took a taxi. What's wrong, kid, did you steal?

- Not. It's okay, ma'am, thank you.

So we went to knock on the door of each parked taxi, usually they would park at a pick-up spot, so if we're lucky we can meet the right person who drove her. Unfortunately we weren't lucky.

- Well, isn't the one in the white dress a bit thin? – Just when we were disappointed with nothing, suddenly the driver called us back.

- Yes, you drove her? I ran over and shouted.

- It's not me, it's you. Let me call and ask where he took him earlier…

The phone took a long time to get through, and the other person's answer was Skymark.

When I turned from the boulevard, I seemed to have seen the end of this fateful part. Far ahead, I saw a very tall building, a red-bronze triangular broadcast tower teasing people's hearts. Turns out it was Skymark. The building "Heter" threw himself down.