Before long, Feng Bujue had carefully eaten nearly all of the noodles that weren't covered in sauce. Then, he mixed the remaining noodles and sauce together.
After this treatment, there was nothing particularly suspicious about what was left in the bowl.
Moreover, the nurses wouldn't be especially meticulous in checking the patients' leftover food… they only needed to confirm that the patient had eaten more than sixty percent of everything.
So, fifteen minutes later, when the nurses saw that all three patients had stopped eating, they came over to collect the plates.
The staff member responsible for delivering the meals simply dumped the collected trays and leftover food into the trash can under the cart, and then wheeled the cart away.
At this point, breakfast time should have been over.
But… the nurses didn't take the three patients out of the room.
On the contrary, the six of them actually left with the meal delivery staff…
"Ho… what's going on?" After they had all left and closed the door, Jue-ge thought to himself, "Could it be… they're going to use some kind of remote control device to unlock the metal restraints on us, so the three of us can have a cage fight or a homoerotic wrestling match?"
This guess was just Jue-ge's inner monologue; he knew… that was absolutely impossible.
That kind of scenario would inevitably leave the patients with injuries, or even lead to serious injury or death. Even if the effects of the drugs made the memories disappear afterward, it wouldn't erase the physical damage.
Therefore, Feng Bujue was quite certain that no physical conflict would occur next.
However, he really couldn't imagine… what the impending change would be.
Because Jue-ge understood himself very well, he knew… yesterday, the day before, every day… during this time period, the "Feng Bujue" had definitely thought about leaving information about this memory for himself a few hours later.
But… every day, all he got was information about breakfast; and there wasn't a single clue about what happened between breakfast and the end of the "memory loss".
And this situation undoubtedly aroused Jue-ge's strong curiosity.
…………
"Square nails… round nails… big nails… small nails… black nails… white nails…"
A minute passed quickly.
Skeleton Face's mantra-like muttering grew louder and louder, and his cryptic lines echoed throughout the room.
"Say… big brother over there." At this moment, Feng Bujue spoke, not to Skeleton Face, but trying to chat with another guy who looked like a psychopath. "Although I understand… you may not be able to answer me, I'll still ask… do you know what's going to happen next?"
The man had clearly heard the question, but he only turned his head to look at Jue-ge and didn't answer.
Time flowed by in this subtle atmosphere.
As this unproductive and inexplicable process dragged on, Feng Bujue became more and more uneasy.
Today, he didn't need to leave any information for himself a few hours later, because he hadn't taken the amnesia drug. What made him uneasy was precisely this—even if he wanted to leave something, there was nothing to leave; because nothing had happened.
He just sat there with the two strangers for more than half an hour, constantly thinking wildly.
Just when he was starting to plan to bang his head on the table to see if anyone would pay attention to him… suddenly, the exit door opened.
The six nurses walked in, chatting and laughing, and successively unlocked the three patients from the chairs, preparing to take them back to their rooms.
It was only at this moment that Feng Bujue finally understood the truth from the nurses' conversations and the smell on their breath.
And that truth… made him feel a strong sense of ball-ache (extreme annoyance).
In fact, nothing special had happened during that time; the nurses had left the three patients here for one reason: airing out.
According to the regulations of the higher authorities, even patients in solitary confinement had to be guaranteed one "airing out" session per day; and to simplify matters, the hospital's final solution was this—every morning, after the patients came out to wash up (because there was no running water in the rooms, they had to come out to wash), they would conveniently bring them to this "sunlit" room to eat breakfast. After breakfast, they would leave them here for a while as their airing out.
While the three of them were sitting in the room in a daze, the staff in charge of "room checks" could also check their rooms; firstly, to see if they had done anything unusual in the room, and secondly, to check the cleanliness… anyway, as long as there was no serious pollution (such as patients smearing feces on the walls, spitting, or urinating everywhere), the staff wouldn't specifically do any cleaning.
In addition, why did the nurses go out?
The answer was even simpler… because they had to eat breakfast too.
Speaking of which… Jue-ge was wronged; in the past twenty days, he had never left any particularly serious stains in the room, so the staff always just looked around and left when they checked his room, without ever cleaning or tidying up.
If they had cleaned it even once, Feng Bujue would have been able to deduce the truth about "breakfast time". Unfortunately, not once…
As for… why was the "amnesia drug" put in the breakfast?
At this time, Feng Bujue realized rather belatedly… this drug didn't seem to be given to make him forget the memories of a specific time period; in fact, this was just the drug that the mental hospital used to "treat mental illness".
On the first day he came here, the first thing the nurse outside the door said to him was: "I'm warning you, if you dare to shout 'Moonwalk' or 'Tempest Kick' and attack me again… it won't be as simple as changing rooms or increasing your dosage… you can look forward to electroshock therapy."
And this sentence already revealed a very important piece of information, namely… the hospital didn't deliberately hide the fact that they were medicating Jue-ge, and that the dosage was even increased.
So… how was the "drug" administered to him?
Now it seemed obvious—breakfast, mixed with some unknown ingredient, a strengthened version of "neuroleptic agent"; lunch, added with something that made people feel happy, similar to marijuana, probably to combat depression; dinner… sleeping pills, no explanation needed.
In other words, Feng Bujue's memory loss wasn't a conspiracy, but simply a side effect of the medication…
The memory loss that Feng Bujue experienced when he saw Doctor Yuan was also good proof—if the hospital had deliberately caused him to have memory loss, then Doctor Yuan wouldn't have chosen to examine him in the morning, and wouldn't have felt confused by Jue-ge's sudden memory loss.
…………
"What the hell." After returning to his room, Feng Bujue quickly figured out the whole story.
And after figuring it out, he naturally felt even more of a ball-ache (extreme annoyance)…
"Ah… I really despise myself…" Feng Bujue collapsed on the ground, "I investigated for so long, thinking it was the most important part… but it turned out to be the most insignificant…"
His frustration lasted for less than two minutes, and then he flipped over… and started doing push-ups.
In the end… whether the investigation took a detour or quickly clarified things, it didn't make much difference to him… the latter was just a matter of spending more time.
Time was the one thing Feng Bujue had the most of right now.
Every day, from the moment he opened his eyes, all his time, except for eating, sleeping, and going to the toilet, was "free time".
And in this freely allocated time, Feng Bujue was working towards only one goal—escape.
As early as after his conversation with Doctor Yuan, an escape plan had already formed in Feng Bujue's mind; he was a very efficient executor, so… when the idea arose, he immediately started exercising.
A strong physique was one of the basic conditions for a successful "jailbreak".
A fat man who gasped after running a few steps, a skinny man whose body was as weak as a refugee, and a strong man whose physique was robust and whose parkour skills were like taking a stroll… it was obvious which of the three had a higher success rate in the activity of jailbreaking.
Feng Bujue's plan was… to spend two to three months to complete the transformation of his body, and during this period, he needed to collect as much information as possible to formulate a more specific escape plan.
As of now, there were five days left in the first month, and Jue-ge's gains in this month were also good.
He had already mastered the schedule of daily activities related to him, the recipes for all three meals and the distribution of drugs in them, and the allocation requirements for "daily necessities", and so on.
Even if he were to escape right now, he would have a certain degree of confidence.
However… he was still going to wait; because his body was indeed a bit weak… even though he had been training for more than twenty days, he had only barely improved to the level of a normal young man. According to Feng Bujue's idea, he had to train to the point where he could kill with his bare hands before he could carry out the plan…
"Ah… after all, it's a body that hasn't done any exercise for more than ten years… it's so refreshing every day…" Jue-ge muttered while doing push-ups, "Fortunately, this body is not the kind that gains weight easily, otherwise I would have to lose weight for a few months first…
"In addition, I have to thank the diet here; overall, it's relatively balanced in all aspects, with carbohydrates, meat protein, and vegetable fiber all available… although it's not as good as a specially customized diet for fitness, this kind of combination is already very good. If I were really locked up in a concentration camp-like place, it would be more difficult to improve my physical fitness…"
While thinking, he had already done fifty push-ups.
In terms of this body's physical fitness, he had to stop and rest after reaching this number, otherwise it would be bad for the muscles.
"Huff… it's still quite a while before the next inspection, I'd better take it off first." As soon as Feng Bujue caught his breath, he decided to take off his clothes.
Some people may find it strange, why is he taking off his clothes for no reason?
In fact, he didn't just take off his clothes, he didn't even let go of his pants…
So why is that? You'll understand when you read on.
"There's enough toilet paper, very good…" After stripping himself naked, Feng Bujue walked to the corner of the room, ready to get the toilet paper.
Here, I want to state that if you're thinking dirty thoughts at this moment, it's your problem… it's not that I wrote it dirty…
"Life is originally a play~ why bother caring too much about grievances~" Jue-ge picked up the roll of toilet paper and started humming; while humming, he slowly unfolded the toilet paper and wrapped it around his body in a certain pattern.
This scene… was indeed a bit bizarre.
If a nurse happened to be passing by on patrol at this moment, opening the sliding panel would reveal a naked man in the room slowly "wrapping" himself in toilet paper, humming a tune…
If I were that nurse, I might think that I opened it the wrong way, reopen it once, and after confirming it a second time, silently leave and ask the doctor for some medicine for mental illness, so that I could drive this memory out of my mind forever…
Okay, back to the topic.
"I laugh triumphantly~ and laugh triumphantly~" When Jue-ge sang the climax of the second verse of this song, he had already finished wrapping the toilet paper.
Because he had to do this every day, and repeat it several times, his technique was now quite skilled.
After getting it done, Feng Bujue started running in this "toilet paper sportswear"…
In short, after running for nearly forty minutes, Feng Bujue estimated that it was almost time for the patrol; he immediately stopped running, and with the fastest speed, took off those paper towels that were completely soaked in sweat, divided them into clumps and threw them into the sewer (the sewer pipe in this ward was the kind that could directly throw paper into), and then quickly put on his clothes.
Not long after, the nurse came; without saying hello, the other party opened the sliding panel on the upper part of the door and glanced inside, and what he saw was Feng Bujue… everything was normal, he was wearing a fairly dry hospital gown, and was wiping his face with a paper towel.
"Excuse me… can I have a glass of water?" At the moment of eye contact with the nurse, Jue-ge also said casually.
Seeing this, everyone must have guessed it… this was Feng Bujue's method of concealing the fact that "he was exercising".
On the second day, he didn't consider the problem of "sweating", so he got his clothes wet that day, which slightly aroused the nurse's suspicion.
Therefore, after he took a bath and changed into a set of clothes, he implemented this strategy, which was also why… the nurse reflected to Doctor Yuan that "3232 has been using toilet paper particularly quickly recently".