Demon Lord 3

The reason we agreed to the doctor's request was actually somewhat selfish. We wanted to see if we could bring down the entire mental hospital on our own. In fact, our current strength is fully capable of becoming doctors. After all, we have now proven that we are not a psychopath. Zhou Chuyuan wanted to celebrate and asked the doctor if he could skip the injections and take medicine every day. The doctor nodded and said, "We are doctors now, too. We just need to complete the employment procedures tomorrow." But when I left, I saw that he had a devilish smile. Should we leave here? Based on my understanding of that person, if he disappears, it's definitely not good news. He'll definitely plot against us after what happens. I don't know if it's tonight, but why tomorrow morning? There must be something we haven't discovered yet. Lin Zhenfei asked us to come this time to see if he's doing his job properly from a ground level. After all, he hasn't been here for so long. Even if his children take over, there's no guarantee they'll be able to do it properly. So I don't have such high expectations of him. Zhou Chuyuan was tired all day and told me to go back and rest. I told him not to go back yet. I wanted to review the information here. We're all going to be doctors, and if we don't fully understand these patients' information, it will be difficult to do anything later. He nodded and agreed, saying that I was very thoughtful. As I looked through the information again, I discovered something that completely disrupted my thinking. The information on the information was completely different from what the people said. This meant that the information they were told about themselves was different from what they had always known. Furthermore, the information they had originally had was different. They all had infinite identities. So, what was their true identity? They fabricate their own consciousness, driven by mental illness, and are indoctrinated to fit in here. So what are their true identities? It's all a hoax, a facade. Those who come here aren't necessarily ill, but those held here are definitely not. Perhaps it's that the first wave of mental patients, long ago, were brought here because of Lin Zhenfei, perhaps imprisoned because of some grudge against him. It's a form of house arrest. Once they prove they're not mentally ill, they can become doctors, but doctors are never allowed to leave. They're drugged to induce a coma, allowing supplies to be brought in. Regardless of position, rank, or class, once they enter here, there's no escape except death. The thought fills me with endless horror. Are those people truly destined to die? Will they ever escape? Are they truly destined to die of old age here? Thinking about these things that troubled my soul, I felt a pang of pain. These people surely didn't want to suffer here, but they couldn't save others. Perhaps they were just guinea pigs for their experiments, believing they could live, but lacking the willpower to die. Everyone is afraid of death. Is it really a matter of how long they can survive here? Of course not. None of them wanted to sacrifice their lives directly. Who knows, they might be released someday? If we hadn't come, their fate would have been to be used as experiments. They couldn't escape this fate. Even the doctors, despite their meticulous rank system and the daily drug-free life, the mental and physical torment didn't diminish their spirits. Perhaps they were even more tormented, thinking they'd already reached this point, so why couldn't they push forward and break free? Of course not. They were destined to be here. No matter what happened, no matter how hard they tried, it would remain this way. Back in my room, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. It was almost dawn, and I spent a long time by the window, thinking. Actually, my experiences here reminded me of something: Isn't this a mental hospital? Is this the real world? Suddenly, it dawned on me. I understood. This place seemed to be a world. Isn't the only place you can leave except by death the world we live in? Is there any other way to leave this world? Of course not. Only by dying.