Huayu, my cheat code is a bit strange.

Chapter 1 I Might Really Be Crazy
"Dr. Chen, do you have any other questions?"

In the examination room, the young man with his head wrapped in gauze and his cheeks swollen seemed somewhat impatient.

The middle-aged, balding doctor across from me flipped through the test reports, his slightly greasy, chubby face beaming with smiles.
"Child, mental illness and physical illness are actually the same. There's no need to feel ashamed. Just actively cooperate with the treatment."

Li Haorui opened his mouth, his eyes flickered, and after thinking for a long time, he still chose to give up.

To be honest, he wasn't sure if he had a mental problem.

Anyone who is peacefully doing math practice problems at home, and then suddenly finds themselves on an unfamiliar street, would wonder if they have a mental problem.

If his sudden appearance on the street could be explained by temporary amnesia due to overwork, then the yellow van, the articulated bus, and the dusty cement road completely confused him.

There were also young people wearing oversized shirts and bell-bottoms; CD shops in the alleyways; and mobile phones in the hands of pedestrians.
The world has been turned upside down!

Confused, fearful, and conflicted, Li Haorui felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind in those few minutes.

Before I could even confirm my suspicions, a middle-aged man grabbed my arm and took me to the hospital. After a series of complicated procedures, I was transferred from the emergency room to the neurology department, and then from the neurology department to the psychiatry department.

Looking at the contents of the medical record, Li Haorui was reminded of many fragments of his memory.

Patient: Gu Xiao

Sex: Male
Date: March 2, 2002

A Beijing resident, a high school student at No. 13 Middle School in Xicheng District, who is about to take the college entrance examination.
His mother passed away from illness at a young age, and his father was the regional director of the Beijing Zoo, responsible for taking care of the animals' diet and health.

Countless memories flooded my mind
Judging from some snippets of their lives, the family is quite well-off, with no shortage of food, clothing, shelter, or transportation. However, the father is rigid and not good at expressing himself, and the family relationships are not good, or even terrible.

Li Haorui glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, whom he remembered as "Gu Hui," and could roughly guess how the injuries on his forehead and face had come about, but he had no time to dwell on those details.

cross!

This is time travel!
Li Haorui's life before was not ideal, but it was also extremely important.

Parents, relatives, friends, the unfinished Black Myth: Wukong, the novels and comics he hasn't finished reading—all of these are an inseparable part of him!

Now, it's all gone!

bang bang
Dr. Chen tapped his fingers lightly on the table, pulling him back to reality:

"Based on the examination just now, your brain CT scan was normal, and your blood routine and electrolytes were also normal, which basically rules out any physical illness. However, your memory confusion and auditory hallucinations are undeniable facts. My personal suggestion is to stay in the hospital for 24 hours for observation and take a small amount of alprazolam."

"Personal suggestion?" Li Haorui asked, somewhat puzzled. "Not forced detention?"

This is a mental illness case; how could someone just wander around like that? Was the hospital management in 2002 too lax?
Dr. Chen said gently, "It's normal to have memory problems after a head injury. You haven't shown any aggressive tendencies or been diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. Your current situation is far from warranting forced confinement."

Before Li Haorui could say anything, the middle-aged man beside him interjected:

"Then let's rest at home, we won't be hospitalized."

Li Haorui glanced at it, silently labeling his cheap father as "conservative," but he didn't object.

Compared to being quarantined in the hospital and undergoing all sorts of unnecessary tests, gathering intelligence at Gu Xiao's house is definitely a better solution.

And
"I'm so thirsty! I'm so thirsty! I need water!"

"Don't trust this doctor, his recently published paper was ghostwritten!" "Young man, it's best to buy medicine at the pharmacy on the next street; those nearby all get kickbacks."

Li Haorui twitched his lips, looked away from the hamster cage on the windowsill, and left the hospital with the medical record in his hand.

……

……

As Li Haorui boarded the old-fashioned articulated bus, the clanging sound of the doors closing, mixed with the smell of gasoline, made him subconsciously frown.

Ignoring the hesitant expression on his adoptive father's face beside him, he peered curiously through the somewhat blurry car window at the unfamiliar world outside.

In his previous life, Li Haorui was a native of the South. Born in the 00s, he was completely unfamiliar with Beiping in this era.

Looking at the bustling streets and the surging crowds in twos and threes, fragments of memories belonging to Gu Xiao flashed through Li Haorui's mind once again.
Having grown up in a single-parent family, the original owner of this body began to support herself at a very young age.

She has long mastered life skills such as grocery shopping, cooking, and laundry, and goes to the market more often than her father.

Perhaps due to his introverted personality and lack of playmates, he devoted more energy to his studies. He wasn't particularly outstanding, but he was enough to make his teachers worry less.

It should be noted that the rudiments of "tiger parenting" had already emerged during this period. Relevant departments explicitly prohibited schools from organizing collective tutoring for students during holidays and winter and summer vacations, but schools would still organize tutoring in disguise under the guise of "voluntary" or "interest groups".

In this environment, Gu Xiao's life was extremely simple, almost entirely consisting of going between school and home. The only entertainment she could have was listening to CDs and watching movies.
Huh? Watching a movie?
Li Haorui frowned slightly and reached out to hold his throbbing temples.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Gu Hui asked with concern.

Li Haorui snapped out of his reverie and shook his head. "It's nothing."

Gu Hui frowned slightly, pondered for a long time, and then swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

Li Haorui's expression froze.

It's two different things for you to feel that you have mental problems and for others to feel that you have mental problems.

Is the price of time travel to be being labeled a mental patient for the rest of his life? Li Haorui felt infinitely sad and simply closed his eyes to rest and avoid seeing or worrying about it.

After an unknown amount of time, the car stopped, and Gu Hui's deep voice sounded from the side: "We've arrived."

Li Haorui got out of the car with his adoptive father.

What comes into view is a large gray cement wall, inside which you can see rows of slab buildings, each about five or six stories high.

The building is a simple cement gray, and the balconies are open, with many people hanging clothes to dry.

Gu Hui silently led the way, and soon they entered the courtyard with a sign that read "Unit 3".

The yard is made of cement, with some potholes, and there are many old bicycles parked in the corners.

Beside the simple gatehouse at the entrance, an old man wearing an old military green shirt was listening to Peking Opera on the radio, with a big, grayish-yellow dog crawling at his feet.

Sensing someone's arrival, the big yellow dog raised its head, looked around for a while, and its eyes widened:
"You son of a bitch! What's wrong with your head?"

Li Haorui paused, looking up at the sky.

Okay, I guess I really am mentally ill.
(End of this chapter)