SFS Chapter 511 Don't be afraid, it will be over soon.
Chapter 511 Don't be afraid, it will be over soon.
The female ghost was wearing a psychiatric nurse's uniform, white but yellowed, with several dark stains on the cuffs and collar.
Her face had regular features, but that regularity gave off an unreal feeling, like a face painted on, with the expression frozen on a certain fixed curve.
Her eyes were pure black, with no whites.
Eric opened his mouth as if to say something, but the caregiver pressed down on his shoulder again, silencing him.
The female nurse walked to the bedside and looked down at him.
His pale face was reflected in those pure black eyes, like two black mirrors.
"Let's get some treatment done first," she said. "It'll be quick."
She turned and walked toward the machine beside the bed.
The thing's appearance reminded Eric of an old-fashioned telegraph machine—
A dark brown wooden case, inlaid with several old knobs and dials, the hands trembling slightly on the dials.
Two black wires extend from the chassis, with two palm-sized metal electrode plates at the ends.
Eric didn't know what it was.
But his body had already begun to instinctively shrink back.
"No... I don't need it," his voice trembled, "I feel fine, I don't need treatment—"
The female nurse glanced back at him, the curve of her lips unchanged.
"Every mental patient thinks they are perfectly fine."
She picked up the electrode pads and walked over to Eric.
The caregiver held his head down to prevent him from moving.
She placed two electrode pads on either side of his temples; the metal felt cool against his skin, like two snakes clinging to his head.
Eric's eyes were filled with fear.
"What...what are you going to do...?"
The female nurse did not answer.
She walked over to the instrument and placed her hand on a red button.
Then she looked up at Eric, his black eyes, devoid of white, as gentle as a still pool of water.
"Don't be afraid," she said, "it will be over soon."
The button was pressed.
An electric current passed through Eric's body.
In that instant, Eric felt as if his brain had been set on fire from the inside out.
His body suddenly arched upwards.
The spine, like a tree branch bent to its limit, made a "crackling" sound.
All four limbs straightened at the same time, and the fingers spasmed as they opened and closed.
His mouth was wide open, and a tearing, completely out-of-control wail was squeezing out of his throat.
His eyes rolled back, and his lips were covered in blood from clenching his teeth too tightly.
"Sizzle—"
The current lasted for about three seconds.
stop.
Eric's body slumped onto the bed like a rag thrown on the floor.
His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, tears and snot streaming down his face.
He hadn't yet realized what was happening.
His brain is still rebooting.
The female nurse glanced at the hands on the dial and turned the knob half a turn.
"This is only the first time," she said softly, "there will be many more."
Eric heard those words.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
"No—no more—please—no more—"
"I'll be good—I'll listen—I'll do whatever you want—please don't shock me again—"
The female nurse tilted her head and looked at him.
"obedient?"
"I'll listen! I'll listen! I really will listen!" Eric nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face.
The female nurse stared at him for three seconds.
Then she pressed the red button again.
"Sizzle—"
This time, Eric didn't even have time to scream.
His limbs convulsed violently, and his fingers scratched wildly.
His mouth was open, but the sound was blocked in his throat by the electric current, and he could only make a series of "clucking" sounds.
He lost control of his bladder.
Warm liquid welled up from his body, soaking his trousers and the leather mattress beneath him, dripping down the edge of the bed onto the floor.
He didn't realize it.
In the face of electric current, the shame of incontinence is utterly insignificant.
"Sizzle—"
the third time.
Eric's body has stopped bouncing.
It's not that the current has decreased—it's that the muscle has exhausted all its energy, like a wire that has been repeatedly bent and finally lost its elasticity.
When the current surged into his body, he just stiffened up like a piece of wood, and then slowly, inch by inch, he relaxed.
Like a building slowly collapsing.
His eyes were half-open, and his pupils were dilated.
A trail of saliva, mixed with blood, dribbled from the corner of his mouth, drawing a glaring red line on his pale face.
The female nurse glanced down at him.
"That's enough for today," she said. "It's the first treatment, so we can't be too harsh. Let's take it slow."
She turned off the instrument and tore off the electrode pads.
When the metal sheet was peeled off his temple, it brought with it two small patches of charred skin, but Eric didn't react—he couldn't feel anything anymore.
She walked to the door and glanced back at him.
"See you tomorrow, remember to be a good patient."
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Pediatric Clinic Room 4.
Evelyn, having successfully seen six patients without incident, leaned back in her chair and rubbed her eyes.
The examination bed, shaped like a pumpkin carriage, still bore the marks left by the previous patient, and the cloyingly sweet smell of candy lingered in the air.
She glanced down at her watch—4:22 p.m.
Just as she was silently praying that no more patients would come in the afternoon, there was a knock on the door.
Evelyn took a deep breath and softened the curve of her lips: "Go in."
The door opened.
A strange family—three people—entered.
The female ghost leader walked in front. She looked to be about thirty years old and was wearing a dark green dress with several scorch marks on the hem that looked like they had been burned.
Her face was thin, with high cheekbones and downturned corners of her mouth, giving her the appearance of someone who could explode at any moment.
But at this moment, there was something else on her expression—anxiety.
She was holding a small ghost by the hand. The ghost looked about five or six years old. Its eyes were cloudy amber with no whites, and its lips were purple. The way it walked was a little strange, as if something was pressing down on its back, and its body was slightly hunched.
The third one—the father—was at the very back.
He was a head taller than the female ghost's head, and his body was as strong as a wall, but at this moment his steps were very light, as if afraid of waking something.
He closed the door as soon as he entered, his movements so quiet they were almost silent.
"Doctor," the female ghost's parent spoke, her voice hoarse, as if she had been crying, "please take a look at our child."
She pushed the little monster forward a little.
Little Ghost staggered two steps and stood in front of Evelyn.
Xiao Gui raised his head, stared at Evelyn with his cloudy amber eyes for two seconds, and then slowly turned away.
She meant to let Evelyn see its back.
Evelyn read it.
In an instant, it felt as if her stomach had been squeezed hard from the inside.
A feeling of nausea shot up from the bottom of my stomach to my throat, as fast as if I'd been electrocuted.
Her hands gripped her knees tightly under the table, her nails digging into her flesh, using the pain to forcefully suppress the wave of nausea...