Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 463 Isn't this to help you recover?

A patient who cannot get out of bed and a child who is neglected, two people who have nothing in common with each other found a common language because of a haunted house.

Gao Ming, lying on the bed, didn't understand why he blurted out the word "haunted house". The building block house built by the little boy was obviously colorful and looked very beautiful.

The little boy also looked up at Gao Ming for the first time, as if his secret had been discovered. He felt a little flustered and curious.

The boy rubbed his hands on his clothes and said timidly, "When my father and mother gave birth to me, they lived in a very small rental house. Although the place was not good, they wanted to give me a warm home, so they named me with the word 'house' in it."

"With a house? Is there a lack of a house in your destiny? So there is a house in your name?" Gao Ming was a little surprised.

"I've answered your question. Can you answer mine now?" The little boy seemed to care about fairness and was very polite. He answered Gao Ming's previous question first, and then dared to ask his own doubts: "Can you see... I'm putting together houses where people have died?"

His eyelids twitched and Gao Ming smiled bitterly. Even a god would not be able to distinguish a house from a haunted house among those piles of building blocks.

"I don't know why, I just said it out loud. Have we met before? Did you mutter something when I was unconscious?" Gao Ming didn't think he could get any useful clues from the boy, but what he didn't expect was that the boy nodded very seriously.

"My dad often works overtime. That night, my mom felt very uncomfortable and was worried about me being alone at home, so she brought me to the hospital for treatment." The little boy's mood gradually became depressed: "When my mom and I were consulting, we heard a noise downstairs, and then saw you being pushed into the operating room by a cart. That was the first time we met. Later, my mom was hospitalized, and I often played alone in the corridor. Sometimes I would lie by the window to watch you, wondering when you would wake up."

"Did you and I enter this hospital on the same day?" In addition to the haunted house, Gao Ming found another thing in common between himself and Afang.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Calloused fingers tapped lightly on the open door, and a middle-aged man appeared at the door of the high-risk ward. He wore a light gray sweater over his white shirt and held a drawing board in his hand. He had a kind face and always had a faint smile on his face, which seemed to warm people's hearts more than the sun.

"Gao Ming, are you awake?" The man looked very happy, and his eyes narrowed unconsciously when he spoke.

"Who are you? Do we know each other?" Gao Ming tried his best to recall, but he had no impression of the man at the door. The other party looked like an art teacher in the school, and he was the kind of person with connections who only knew how to slack off.

"This should be the first time you see me, but Xiao Afang and I see you often." The man was older than Gao Ming, spoke slowly, and his voice was very pleasant: "I live in the ward next to you. We were admitted to the hospital on the same day, but Doctor Xuan gave me a final check this morning and said I could be discharged."

Looking at the man holding the drawing board, Gao Ming had an indescribable feeling in his heart: "We were also hospitalized on the same day?"

"You were racing against death at the time, so of course you didn't know this." The man entered the room with a drawing board. "I came back from completing the discharge procedures and heard the nurse who had a crush on you say that you woke up, so I wanted to come over and say goodbye to you."

"Why are you in the hospital? You don't seem to have any serious injuries?" Gao Ming instinctively didn't want to believe the person in front of him. He seemed to have seen the other person in a dream, but the memory of the dream was vague.

"It's because I failed in my suicide attempt." The man smiled faintly, and the sunlight just happened to shine on his face, making him look somewhat sacred.

When he lifted his sleeves, the dense knife wounds were shocking, but the man didn't care: "Don't be afraid, I'm healed now, both the physical and mental injuries are healed." Afang quietly retreated to the corner. The child was unwilling to get close to Gao Ming, and was a little afraid of the man holding the drawing board.

"To be honest, that night was really thrilling. Many people got into trouble. Ambulances were coming and going. The footsteps in the emergency room never stopped. I heard that the hospital's blood bank was used up a lot." The man put down his sleeves and stood calmly in the sun, looking like a carefree child. "But God bless us. Everyone was lucky. The patients sent to the emergency room that night were finally rescued. Many have been discharged. Now there are only two of us left."

"Do you remember these?"

"Of course, I was the least injured. The hospital refused to let me go because they were afraid that I would continue to hurt myself." The man's tone was as gentle as a spring breeze, but what he said made people feel uncomfortable: "You should be the last one to be discharged."

"the last one?"

"Yes." The man placed the drawing board on Gao Ming's bedside: "Although you don't remember me, since we have lived here together for a long time, I still prepared a gift for you to congratulate you on your awakening."

Gao Ming turned his head and looked at the drawing board. On the wooden drawing board that had been used for a long time was a very abstract painting.

There is a birthday cake on a dining table, and a young child closes his eyes and makes a wish. Behind him are all kinds of "monsters" with helpless expressions. Most of them maintain human form, while some have nothing to do with humans at all.

"What are you drawing?" Gao Ming really didn't understand.

The man covered his forehead and said, "Is my drawing that bad? This child is you, and it's your birthday."

"What about those behind the table?"

"Your family." The man became interested and patiently explained to Gao Ming, "No one came to see you even though you were so badly injured. The doctor said that if we want to wake you up, it would be best if we find your family and friends and have them tell you about your past events every day to stimulate your brain nerves."

"What does this have to do with the things you drew? No matter what, my family members can't have three mouths on their faces, right?" Gao Ming stared at the painting. Whether it was because he was angry or for some other reason, his mind became more flexible.

"Didn't the doctor say that we need to stimulate the brain nerves?" The man was a little embarrassed. "I live in the ward next to you. During the day, the nurse will read you your past experiences. At night, when the nurse is gone, I can't sleep late at night, so sometimes I will tell you about my painful experiences. Occasionally, I will read you some ghost stories and strange stories."

After hearing what the man said, not only Gao Ming, but even Afang who was standing by the wall felt that this man was a little sick.

"Isn't this to help you recover?"

(End of this chapter)