After about 30 minutes, Gregory sat down in his chair, glanced at the pile of clothes on the table in front of him, and turned to his friend.

"Don't bother me, understand?" Grigory said to Wilson. "I called you here just to prevent me from going into cardiac arrest, and don't bother me as long as I'm alive - whatever happens to me - okay?"

"But as long as there's something wrong with your data," Wilson glanced at the machine connected to the tubes Gregory had inserted into his body. "I'll stop you."

"That's it," Grigory nodded, shoving a pill into his mouth. "Then I'm ......"

"Are you eating a little too fast?" Wilson frowned. "You've never eaten Vicodin so often before."

"Normal speed, don't worry too much—" said Grigory, burying his head in the pile of clothes in front of him and taking a deep breath.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scene changed dramatically, and Gregory found himself on a bus with no passengers.

"Uh," Grigory looked around at the scene, then at the driver driving in front of him. "I don't remember getting into an empty car."

"Because it's not a memory, it's your hallucination." The driver turned his head and said unceremoniously.

"Don't you think you should concentrate on driving?" Grigory said as he walked up to him.

"It's just an illusion anyway, what do I care?" The driver asked rhetorically. "Look at yourself, you can walk so steadily without even using crutches, of course this is just your illusion, I am just a mission you imagined, and the information you observed about me is also false."

"All right," Grigory nodded. "Maybe it's my Vicodin hallucinations caused by eating too much, next time I need to change to a painkiller."

"It's better to be such a cheap thing," said the driver in a rather unpleasant tone. "Because if it's not that you're hallucinating after taking too much medicine, you're having a concussion."

"Okay, so don't ask for anything anyway, do you have any symptoms like epilepsy?" Grigory pursed his lips and said.

"The problem is not a concussion, but cerebral palsy," the driver rolled his eyes. "When the brain is excited to become that virtue when you have a seizure, who has time to remember something? You might as well consider whether it was possible that Parkinson's suddenly caused a driving accident, and if it is Parkinson's, you may have observed pre-symptoms such as small broken steps with your center of gravity leaning forward......"

"You're the driver, sitting in the driver's seat, how could I have a chance to see you walking, you might as well talk about other possibilities-"

"Also, my head is starting to hurt." The driver abruptly interrupted the topic of Parkinson's.

"Is this a clue to recall?" Grigory frowned.

"I'll repeat, I'm your hallucination," the driver let go of the steering wheel and cocked Erlang's legs. "My head hurts, which means it's your head that's wrong – why haven't you gone for a check-up, why are you still risking your life here?"

"He's not going to do that," said a strange but inexplicably attractive female voice to Gregory. "Because the essence of hallucinations is that the injured brain wants to pick up the previous work and solve the previous problem."

The passengers on the bus all showed up at some point, and the girl who had just spoken was out of place for the others - if Grigory had to name one more reason why Hotaru had to be on his assistant staff, it was because Hotaru was so similar to the girl he was seeing now, almost carved out of a mold.

"Who are you?" Grigory put down the driver and walked over to the girl. "I don't think you should be on the bus—huddled on the bus in such an expensive outfit?"

"Yes, I shouldn't be here," the girl sat in her seat, looking at Grigory with her hands on her chest. "So there must be some special reason for me to be here?"

"So, why?" Gregory was about to continue, but found that everything in front of him was blurred - and then a hand slapped him on the shoulder, and the scene next to him returned to reality.

"Your ears are bleeding," Wilson said to Gregory gravely. "There's definitely something wrong with your brain, you need to have an MRI."

"Well, by the way......" Gregory was about to ask something, but suddenly stopped. Forget it, let's go check it out. ”

……

MRI room.

"You're having swelling in the temporal lobe area where you're responsible for your recent memory, and I think that's why you have a poor memory," Wilson said, looking at the images that appeared instantly. "And what exactly did you want to ask me?"

"Nothing," Grigory replied crisply. "It doesn't have much to do with this incident."

"You're lying," Wilson reacted to Gregory with considerable leeway. "When you say it's nothing, it means you'...... Don't want to tell me about this, what are you hiding? ”

"I just had a whim to see your girlfriend's nakedness, and now you can understand why I don't want to talk to you?" Gregor used such words perfunctorily.

"You...... You want to see the nudity of women all over the world, isn't it nonsense, if it's really just this, what can't you say to me? Wilson continued to question with a subtle expression.

"I thought you were the kind of normal person who would be upset by your good friend's nakedness about your girlfriend's nakedness, did I guess wrong?" Gregory asked rhetorically.

"You treat all women on earth with virtue, why should I be upset that you treat her this way?" Wilson asked rhetorically. "Tell me, what the hell are you ...... Well, that's a bit of a bad thing. ”

"Do you see anything?" Gregory's reaction was quick.

"See, and it's not good."

……

"You have a fracture near your temporal bone," Wilson said to Gregory, holding the result piece. "You need to go and rest immediately."

"I can't rest just yet," Gregory resisted. "That driver isn't someone I need to pay attention to, I need to focus on someone I didn't find."

"All the patients have been contained and treated, and there is no point in your concern." Wilson frowned. "You're throwing away the driver you've been working on for someone who's already been treated? If you just want incurable diseases, we have so many of them every day, and you always throw away most of them that you don't think are cool...... And you've never risked your life for the sake of a patient before, so how can you get out of the way of feeling like a death captain? ”

"I don't know," Grigory shook his head after a moment's hesitation. "Seriously, I don't know, but I always felt like I needed to look into this issue or something bad would happen...... So, arrange a tank room for me, and I'm going to try again. ”