"Chu Sisi, do you believe there are living dead in this world?"

"What do you mean?" Chu Sisi was frightened by Mu Chun's sudden question.

"Please don't bring up this topic suddenly, okay?"

"No, we are doctors and should be firm supporters of materialistic scientific theory, right?"

"Of course, I think why ask such a question?"

Chu Sisi still didn't understand, but she knew it now. She wanted to make it easier to write notes and let Mu Chun speak as clearly as possible. Don't be led astray by his rambling to himself.

"I would like to know if there is a living machine?"

"What is it?" Mu Chun became interested, "Do you mean the cyberpunk kind? A perfect combination of machines and humans?"

"What are you talking about? I don't know what cyberpunk is. What I'm talking about is a person who thinks and acts like a machine without being remotely human. I saw a person like this recently and I thought he was just like a machine.

machine."

"The living dead I'm talking about are also like this. They are obviously a person, but they don't seem to be alive."

Chu Sisi suddenly turned around and looked out the door.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Mu Chun asked.

"I don't know, I just suddenly wanted to look behind me and felt a little panicked."

Chu Sisi's slight panic soon turned into real uneasiness. An unusually quiet man came to the door of the clinic with a quiet pace that a mortal could never achieve.

"Is it the psychosomatic department?"

The way a man walks is not so much that he walks with his feet alternating (which is how ordinary people walk), but that he alternates his feet without stepping on the ground.

He didn't float over, he just walked over. He walked up to Muchun and Chu Sisi, but his eyes were empty.

The sound of his footsteps was barely audible, but his walking speed was not slow.

"My name is Ding Jiajun, and I have already registered. Who is Dr. Mu?"

"I mean, I seem to have seen you somewhere? And just these few days?"

"No, I don't know anyone."

The man spoke in an unusually calm voice and couldn't tell what was wrong. Chu Sisi frowned. She was very beautiful today, as beautiful as usual, satisfying everyone's fantasy of a beautiful doctor.

Ding Jiajun's gaze passed through Chu Sisi and looked farther away. In Mu Chun's eyes, it was as far away as a plane flying in the sky.

"Where have you been feeling uncomfortable lately? How was your sleep?"

Muchun took the medical insurance card and began to consult.

"I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere, and I shouldn't feel uncomfortable anywhere."

"ah?"

Chu Sisi couldn't help but said softly.

"I don't have sleep problems, I sleep well, in fact I think sleep is the best part of me."

This sentence is very strange. Sleep is the best part of me, and what are the other bad parts? He said before that there was nothing uncomfortable. Isn’t this contradictory?

"Why do you sleep so well?"

Mu Chun followed Ding Jiajun's answer and asked. This is an unusual question because it is not grammatically accurate, but sometimes psychosomatic doctors will deliberately choose some inaccurate words to achieve some strange purposes.

A year ago, one autumn day, the warm autumn sun was shining on the earth, and young people were enjoying the warmth and leisure of the golden autumn. Ding Jiajun and his girlfriend Chen Anni were walking among the ginkgo trees outside the main concert hall of Haiyin Center.

The sun shone on the yellowing apricot leaves, which were golden. Ding Jiajun took out a pink diamond ring that he had bought for two months from his pocket and gently held it in his palm.

Originally, he was ready to propose in this golden light and shadow of ginkgo trees.

Chen Anni is the woman he loves most in his life.

Lovers since college are so lucky to have always protected each other.

Seven years after graduation, Ding Jiajun became a well-known illustrator, and his income was enough for Chen Anni to live a carefree life.

He had already booked a flight to Paris, and he chose Paris as the first stop for his honeymoon trip because every year on Valentine's Day, the two of them would relive the part of "Midnight in Paris" directed by Woody Allen.

Anne often said that although the male protagonist Gail met those lovely people in this antique car, if she went to Paris, she might also see the antique Peugeot car, go to the bar to drink, and meet Cole Porter, Phil

Fitzgerald, my God, Fitzgerald must have been so handsome back then.

When the clock struck midnight, Chen Anni said that she would hold Ding Jiajun's hand and go back to the 1920s and 1930s to find Hemingway at that time and enjoy the moveable feast in Paris together.

At this time, Ding Jiajun would hug Chen Anni and tell her that he would definitely go see Picasso and Gauguin and ask them what they were thinking.

They would walk along the Seine in the early morning, evening and midnight.

Ding Jiajun believes that if life is also a feast, Chen Anni is the one who will share his life with him.

The setting sun, fallen leaves, and the golden concert hall became the backdrop, gradually moving away.

A drunk driver misread the traffic light and knocked down Chen Anni and Ding Jiajun who had just walked out of the ginkgo forest.

Two and a half months later, Ding Jiajun recovered from his injury and returned home accompanied by his family.

The family kept it secret from Ding Jiajun, saying that Chen Anni fully recovered after a week, but at that time Ding Jiajun was still in a coma, and the doctors didn't know when he would wake up.

After waking up, Ding Jiajun gradually believed that Chen Anni and Liu Zhi had gone to Italy.

She saw the travel photos posted by Chen Anni in her circle of friends, and she and Liu Zhi seemed to be a perfect match.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Why wait for someone who can't wake up?

Although Ding Jiajun was sad, he was injured for two and a half months and saved his life. He was full of gratitude to the world and knew that Chen Anni was living happily. He would never think of that nightmare-like car accident again.

He devoted himself to his career and tried his best, day and night, but what he drew was rejected time and time again.

The reasons are far-fetched.

The funniest thing is, "There is no life in anything you draw."

No life at all? Are you kidding me? How could those bright sunflowers and those majestic mountains be lifeless?

"No, I just feel lifeless, seven, can't you see it yourself?"

The customer said this with regret in his eyes.

"We can't leave the illustration part of this set of natural encyclopedias to you. Maybe, you can try to find some movie companies to cooperate with, maybe science fiction or supernatural themes."

The company that we have always cooperated with very well suddenly wants to terminate the cooperation with him.
Chapter completed!