After Dr. Lin finished drawing the circle, he picked up the pen, looked at Shang Jianyao, and said with a smile:
"This seems to be based on the slogan of the 'Salvation Army'?"
Shang Jianyao said "Hmm" and said seriously:
"Dr. Lin, I think you have a bit of a misunderstanding about my situation and take some normal things as evidence of illness."
Dr. Lin straightened his body slightly, and a smile appeared on his white face:
"What do you think are misunderstandings?"
Shang Jianyao was silent for two or three seconds as if he was organizing the language, and said:
"You can't understand that pure, noble sentiment, and you don't understand what it means to be a person who is out of low taste."
Dr. Lin pursed his lips tightly, as if it took a lot of effort to keep himself from laughing.
She pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, took a light breath, and slowly exhaled:
"Indeed, in this era, where is there room for idealists? Even the 'Salvation Army' has fallen."
The doctor paused and said:
"I can try to understand you, but you have to tell me, how did you come up with similar thoughts? What made you feel this urge?"
"It's nothing, that's what I think." Shang Jianyao sighed, smiled and said, "Dr. Lin, you are the most gentle and temperamental woman I have ever seen, I have something to say to you."
Dr. Lin's eyebrows moved slightly:
"I have a ......."
Before she finished speaking, Shang Jianyao had already added:
"I originally thought you could be my spiritual mother, but now I realize that our thoughts are in two completely different worlds, which is a pity."
"Ahem, cough." Dr. Lin seemed to be choked by his own saliva.
She immediately picked up the ceramic cup next to her, took two sips, and said to herself as if she had nothing to say:
"Hey, this month's tea ration is running out again."
Without waiting for Shang Jianyao to speak, she lowered her voice and asked mysteriously:
"Have you heard sounds that others can't hear recently, and have you seen things that others can't see?"
Shang Jianyao shook his head quite firmly:
"No."
Dr. Lin observed Shang Jianyao's expression for a few seconds, and then asked about something else.
After more than ten minutes, a sweet female voice sounded on all floors at the same time:
"It's time to tell the hour.
"Current time, six o'clock in the afternoon."
"The radio is telling the time." When the voice was repeated three times and then stopped, Dr. Lin rubbed his eyebrows and said, "That's it for today."
She thought for a moment and then said:
"Since you have no problem sleeping and don't see anything that others can't see, then I won't prescribe medicine and will review it at the same time next week."
"Okay, Dr. Lin." Shang Jianyao stood up and walked to the door.
After he opened the door, he suddenly turned around again and said:
"Thank you, Dr. Lin."
Dr. Lin responded with a smile:
"No thanks."
When Shang Jianyao went out and carefully closed the door, Dr. Lin sighed and said to himself with a slight smile:
"It's really polite."
She sighed as she picked up the folder on the table and flipped through the records inside:
"Name: Shang Jianyao.
"Age: 21 years old.
"Date of birth: September 8, 25 of the new calendar.
"Family situation: My father, Shang Shi'an, was a D7 team leader-level employee and disappeared with the entire 'old tune team' in the 37th year of the new calendar; Mother Zhang Ruxin, an ordinary employee of D3 and a primary school teacher, died of illness in October of the 40th year of the new calendar, and the cause is suspected to be excessive grief; From October 40 to September 43 of the new calendar, Shang Jianyao grew up in the orphanage on the 495th floor and was admitted to the university's electronics department.
"Situation description: In May of the 46th year of the new calendar, Shang Jianyao took the initiative to apply to become a confidential experimental volunteer and participated in the 'C-14' project. His reason is that he hopes to gain great power and investigate the truth about his father's disappearance.
"Experimental results: failure, no change compared to the control group.
"Sequelae: Logical gap confusion, resulting in a certain degree of leaping thinking, and no abnormalities in the rest.
"Extra: genetic testing is normal......
"Comprehensive judgment: moderate mental abnormality (suspected delusion, to be observed) ......"
Dr. Lin looked at it for a while, and finally wrote:
"The results of the review on July 10, 46 of the new calendar: the symptoms have not improved, but they have not worsened, there is no tendency to violence, and there is no aggression, so it can be considered that there is no harm for the time being."
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Except for specific project teams that require overtime and certain positions with a 24-hour shift system, all employees will leave the "management area" on the 5th floor of the building, the "research area" on the 6th to 45th floors, the "factory area (and maintenance area)" on the 46th to 145th floors, and the "internal ecological area" on the 146th to 345th floors, and return to the 300-story "living area".
Because of limited energy quotas and the possibility that both husband and wife and family elders are at work, many employees choose to eat in the "supply market" on each floor.
The place is divided into two parts, one part supplies sweet potatoes, potatoes, rice, flour, meat, vegetables and fruits from the "inner ecological zone", and the other supplies cloth, sugar, salt and other materials from the "factory area", and the other provides a variety of cooked foods, affectionately known as the "staff cafeteria".
The cost of eating in the cafeteria is higher than cooking at home, and the taste is not very good, but considering the lack of energy quotas for everyone and the exhaustion of a day at work, it seems to be a better choice.
And this is also the tendency passed down by the company's senior management - hoping to reduce energy consumption through unified meal supply.
When Shang Jianyao returned to the 495th floor, there were almost 20 minutes left before the canteen opened at 6:30 - because some positions needed to be cleaned, disinfected or other necessary things after get off work, so, for the sake of fairness, the board of directors stipulated that the canteen opened half an hour after work.
For those employees who return to their respective floors before 6:15, the "activity center" next door to the "supply market" is the best place to pass the rest of the time, where they can gather and chat about various things in life and work under the lights, and mention the people who are struggling to survive outside with a clear sense of superiority.
Some employees will also seize the time to sell things they no longer need at home in exchange for more contribution points, so every night from 6 to 6:30 p.m. and from 7 to 8:30 p.m., there will be a small market in the lobby of the "activity center".
As soon as Shang Jianyao walked in, he saw the supervisor of the "Activity Center", Mr. Chen Xianyu and Mr. Chen sitting on a small bench that made creaking noises from time to time, with a bunch of strange items scattered in front of him.
"What is this?" Shang Jianyao squatted down and picked up a rectangular item with a metal shell and a black screen.
"Who knows? Anyway, it's quite strong, and it can be used to smash people, or bulletproof." Mr. Chen poked his chest.
"Where did you come from?" Shang Jianyao asked while fiddling.
Chen Xianyu cleared the phlegm in his throat and said:
"The youngest son of my comrade-in-arms, he is also serving in the 'Security Department' now, he just came back from the ruins of an old world city, hey, time flies so fast, I watched him be born, and I watched him grow up......"
After recalling for a while, Mr. Chen added with a smile:
"Anyway, this is screened, the company doesn't need it, there is no need to hand it in, so he put it on consignment with the old man, you know, I don't have to go to the cafeteria, someone will cook for me."
He has several employees under his command.
Shang Jianyao glanced at the spider web-like cracks on the black screen of the item, and thought for a while:
"How many contribution points?"
"Not expensive, 500 points." Chen Xianyu casually quoted a price.
Shang Jianyao slowly put down the item and muttered:
"10 pounds of meat."
After saying the word meat, he and Chen Xianyu swallowed saliva at the same time.
Shang Jianyao swept his eyes and picked up another item:
"This is the table?"
"Yes, the watch, it has a complex mechanical structure, and it can still work, as long as it is adjusted, it can be used." Chen Xianyu's eyes lit up and said, "How about it, do you want to think about it? Its hands and time sign glow on their own at night, so you don't need to turn on the flashlight to see clearly. If you have it, you don't need to rely on the radio to tell the time, you don't have to come here to see the wall clock, you will become the envy of the residents of the whole floor, maybe a little girl will take the initiative to find you to fall in love freely......"
The watch in Shang Jianyao's hand had many cracks and rust on the silver strap, and on the turquoise dial like a gemstone, the second hand was jumping one after another, and glass fragments were everywhere.
"How many contribution points?" Shang Jianyao asked in a calm voice.
Chen Xianyu slowed down for a moment before speaking:
"Sixty thousand."
Shang Jianyao put down the watch with lightning speed, as if it was very hot.
With a monthly salary of 1,800 points for D1 employees, they have to go without eating or drinking for almost three years to save enough.
Chen Xianyu didn't expect Shang Jianyao to buy it, he just joked with this young man, and then he pointed to the pile of metal round cans placed in the middle and said:
"Do you want to buy this?
"Good goods, military cans!"
Shang Jianyao picked up a can and saw that the plastic film outside was tattered, and the logo became extremely blurred, and only the words "braised beef" and "500g" could be vaguely seen.
"How is it, is it heavy? This shows that it is full of weight!" Chen Xianyu splashed at the mouth and said, "Old man, let me tell you, this kind of military canned food is so delicious, it is a delicacy that I will never forget in my life, much better than the shrinking canned food from the 'Salvation Army'!
"If my comrade-in-arms' child hadn't dug up a whole box this time, you might never have been able to eat it, the price, 60 contribution points each, very cheap, right? If you go to the "supply market" to buy a pound of raw pork, it will cost 50 points, and it does not contain seasonings, no one will make it for you, and you may not be able to buy it! Also, cough, after this can is finished, you can still hand over the metal shell to the 'Material Management Department' for some contribution points, isn't it a good deal?"
Shang Jianyao looked at the old man, and when he finished speaking, he suddenly asked:
"How long has the expiration date passed?"
"How do I know the expiration date? I don't know how to convert the years of the Old World." Old man Chen's eyes widened, "Anyway, the new calendar is only 46 years old, so you can eat it."
As he said, he showed a reminiscing expression:
"When I was in the 'Security Department', I went out on a mission, lost supplies, and almost starved to death, but fortunately I found a military warehouse and found this kind of canned food. The taste is beautiful."
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