Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 464 Girlfriend

Leaning on the soft pillow, Gao Ming felt a little headache. It seemed that he had a very terrible nightmare during his coma, in which there were many strange things that could not exist in reality.

He didn't understand why he dreamed about those things until the patient in the next room said that he told Gao Ming ghost stories and shared his painful experiences every night.

"At least judging from the result, my efforts were not in vain. You were successfully awakened." The man looked a little embarrassed. He lived in the next ward and thought Gao Ming was a vegetable. He shared everything with Gao Ming. But who would have thought that Gao Ming would actually wake up?
Frowning, Gao Ming carefully looked at the man in front of him. He had a clean appearance, a bright smile, and a mild temper. But this was the man whose long sleeves were covered with self-harm scars and who told ghost stories to a vegetative state every night. Could he be a normal person?

"Don't frown, I really treat you as a friend." The man explained softly: "No one can understand me, and no one is willing to listen to some of my ideas. In the past few months, you are the only one who has never refuted me and agreed with everything I said."

"I was in a coma." Gao Ming couldn't help but reply.

"In short, you are one of my few friends. Don't tell anyone my secrets." It seems that this sentence is the real purpose of the man coming here.

"Don't worry, I can't even remember my own name." Gao Ming withdrew his gaze blankly. Everyone called him Gao Ming, and in that nightmare he seemed to be called Gao Ming as well. But for some reason, whenever he began to think about what his name was, a voice vaguely emerged in his heart - "Actually our name is not Gao Ming. I hope you can do it this time."

Us? Why us? Are there many of me?
"That's nice. I'll treat you to a meal after you're discharged from the hospital." The man patted Gao Ming's quilt with satisfaction and said, "Take good care of yourself. We'll meet outside the hospital."

The man seemed very sure that they would meet again. He did not take his drawing board with him and left humming a song.

"What a strange person." Gao Ming's eyes fell on the painting. A name was written in the lower left corner of the drawing paper - Xia Yang.

Like the name Xuan Wen, Xia Yang also made Gao Ming feel very familiar, as if he often heard it in nightmares.

"Doctor Xuan is the one who saved me, Xia Yang is a fellow patient, and he tells me all sorts of nonsense every night. It seems that the characters in the nightmare are all related to the people around me in reality. The more times they appear in the nightmare, the deeper their contact with me in reality, but..." Gao Ming felt a headache, and thought of a very critical point: "In the nightmare, I clearly have parents. I remember them very clearly. They are very important to me and have helped me many times. But the female nurse just now said that I grew up in an orphanage. This doesn't make sense!"

Dad and Mom are Gao Ming’s most important family members. The nightmare and reality conflicted at this moment.

"I always feel like they are waiting for me somewhere." Gao Ming raised his hand with difficulty and wanted to take the painting. Afang saw what Gao Ming was thinking and directly picked up the painting and placed it in front of Gao Ming: "The painting is creepy and abstract, but it inexplicably gives me a very close feeling. Could it be that I have really changed in some way under the influence of my fellow patients?"

"That uncle is not good. Sister Lingling won't let me get close to his ward." Ah Fang raised his hands and held up the drawing board. The Sister Lingling he was referring to was the female nurse. "Everyone hopes that the illness will get better as soon as possible, but he was sent to the emergency room several times in a row and was always sick. It seems that he even hid a fruit knife under his pillow."

Compared to Xia Yang, Afang felt that Gao Ming, who had just awakened, had a better personality.

"Is it a mental illness?" Gao Ming stared at the painting, trying to interpret Xia Yang's character from it. He was engrossed in it when he heard hurried footsteps in the corridor and the female nurse Lingling ran in.

"That guy Xia Yang just came in?!" The female nurse looked at the painting on Gao Ming's bedside, her expression became very serious, and she walked over and confiscated the painting: "Teacher Gao, don't have anything to do with Xia Yang, that guy is a complete bastard."

"He looks very positive." "Positive as hell." The female nurse lowered her voice: "He used to be in a multi-patient ward. He stood by other patients' beds in the middle of the night, cut his wrists, and drew with blood. He almost scared his fellow patients to death!"

Hearing the nurse say this, a scene suddenly emerged in Gao Ming's mind: it was a quiet midnight, and he was lying unconscious on the bed. A stranger quietly opened the door and appeared beside the bed, holding a sharp carving knife in his hand.

"Basically, except for yours, all other patients' families have complained about him."

The female nurse carefully checked Gao Ming's condition, but Gao Ming didn't care much. He recalled what Xia Yang had said, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the female nurse: "Can you do me a favor?"

"Just say it."

"Can you let me see the hospitalization list? On the night I was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, which other patients were also admitted here?"

"I'm afraid that won't work." The nurse was a little embarrassed.

"Then can you tell me, who came to see me during the months I was in a coma? What did they say to me?" Gao Ming was not going to wait passively. He was going to start trying to recover his lost memories on his own.

"There are parents of students, teachers and principals, as well as hospital leaders..."

"It's not these." Gao Ming interrupted the nurse: "I mean special people, such as those who played an important role in my past life."

After thinking for a while, the female nurse took out her phone and looked at it: "There was someone who claimed to be your girlfriend, but the school teachers had never seen her, and your condition was quite critical at the time, so we didn't let her in. She came many times later, but mostly outside the ward."

"My girlfriend?" Gao Ming had no impression at all.

"Her name is Liu Yi. She seems to be in a lawsuit with someone, intentionally injuring someone or something." The female nurse patted her head and said, "By the way, since you are awake now, I will bring you the things left on your body when you had the car accident. Maybe you can remember some things from the past through your phone."

Leaving Gao's life behind, the female nurse ran hurriedly to somewhere. She looked innocent, careless, and even a little reckless.

"Liu Yi." Gao Ming repeated the name over and over again: "She was also in my nightmare! Could it be that it was really a dream I made up based on my real memory?"

In the small ward, Gao Ming closed his eyes in deep thought, while Afang was figuring out the haunted house by the bed.

The breeze blew the curtains and the clock ticked. No one noticed that outside the ward, there was a figure who stood there quietly after the female nurse left, staring at Gao Ming.

(End of this chapter)