"Let me go! Who are you people? Let me leave! This is unlawful confinement! It's a crime... Let me go!"
Through the glass, several medical workers could be seen struggling to restrain Dr. Feranchi's limbs. They were not incapable of controlling him; they were simply afraid of injuring him, making the task especially difficult.
It had been three days since the expert group's first meeting.
Mr. Orphi was covered in stubble. He had not left the hospital during this time. His bloodshot eyes and dark circles made him look terrible.
"Mr. Orphi, Dr. Feranchi's memories have regressed again... but his brain activity is even stronger than yesterday." The attending physician looked at the report in his hands.
Mr. Orphi said quietly, "His memories should be from when he was around twenty-six."
The attending physician froze, then hurriedly flipped through the reports. "When he was around twenty-six?"
Mr. Orphi sighed. "He just said he wanted to take me to watch Boz's championship match. It was a match he promised to take me to when I was eight... a birthday present."
To diagnose Dr. Feranchi's condition in greater detail, Mr. Orphi had revealed that he suffered from Alzheimer's disease. Through various means, he had also found the doctor who had secretly treated Dr. Feranchi and obtained his medical records from the past two years.
Yet even those records could not explain the abnormal activity in Dr. Feranchi's brain.
Because his brain was frantically consuming his body's nutrients, Dr. Feranchi remained awake only briefly each day. Every time he awoke, however, his memories had regressed further.
He was growing "younger" the longer he lived... This thought led some doctors on the expert team to propose a hypothesis: would Dr. Feranchi's memories eventually regress to infancy, turning him into a confused "baby"? Perhaps when