Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Liang Zaibing kept waving to him, "I'm fine, I'll be discharged in a couple of days. You should go home and rest. The rickety hospital bed is nowhere near as comfortable as home."

He had already asked his boss for leave when he signed the hospital admission papers.

You ask why that Zhou Bapi agreed so readily? Well, he can kill without breaking the law these days.

"Take care of yourself. Call me if you feel unwell."

Li Chuan looked around several times with great concern, and finally left the ward at the nurse's urging.

As soon as the ward door closed, the smile on Liang Zaibing's face vanished, and she lay on the hospital bed with her head resting on her arm and a numb expression.

He still doesn't believe he has a mental illness.

Is this a sign of a severe mental illness?

The hospital also told him that he was currently in the acute phase of delusional symptoms and that he needed to be under strict closed management and supervision.

Patients in the recovery period can play chess or stroll in the park, but for the next period of time he can only stay in the ward and stare at the doctors and nurses.

Is there no law anymore?!

After grumbling and complaining for a while, my arm went numb from using it as a pillow.

Liang Zaibing grimaced as he pulled his numb arm from behind his head and slowly turned to face the window.

Only then did he realize that there was someone in the next bed; he hadn't noticed before.

A tall man lay silently in the hospital bed, which seemed too small for him, his feet almost touching the foot of the bed.

From Liang Zaibing's perspective, all one could see was his pale, marble-like skin, with pale gold eyelashes casting a halo of light beneath his eyes.

Liang Zaibing stared at it with great curiosity for a while, even unconsciously softening her breathing.

This run-down hospital has a wide range of services, including foreigners.

With the intention of getting to know a new fellow patient, Liang Zaibing walked to the bed next to her in her slippers and looked down at this international friend.

His facial bone structure is prominent, and his nose is so high that you could slide down it. Combined with his beautiful features, he doesn't look weathered and old like most white men. Instead, he looks like a white man in his teens.

Upon closer inspection, his skin appeared even paler, almost lifeless, yet his expression was quiet and docile, like a sheep.

Can someone who looks so normal really have a mental illness?

Those lightly closed eyes suddenly opened, looking at him with a gray-blue hue like that of an underwater glacier.

Liang Zaibing was stunned for a moment, and for some reason had a strange thought.

He had seen those eyes before the man opened them.

Liang Zaibing showed no guilt at being caught peeking, and naturally extended her hand, "Let's get acquainted. I just moved in today. You can call me Liang Zaibing."

The man didn't speak immediately; instead, he stared at his face.

Liang Zaibing felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze and tried to pull her hand back, but instead managed to grab it.

The man grabbed his hand and sat up. Liang Zaibing was pulled so hard that he almost fell on him. He managed to avoid embarrassingly falling into his arms by bracing his knees against the edge of the bed.

Damn, what kind of superhuman strength is this?

"Ivan."

Ivan looked at him, his light-colored eyelashes curving, and he appeared very friendly.

"Hello, Ivan." Liang Zaibing subtly tried to pull her hand away, but failed.

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This is the bizarre scene that the nurse saw when she came in to deliver the medicine.

She wasn't seeing things, was she? That patient who treated everyone like air and hadn't said a word in over half a month was smiling at the newcomer??

This feels so creepy.

I had originally planned to put Ivan, who mainly had negative symptoms and was rather aloof and withdrawn, together with this newly arrived paranoid patient, so that his paranoid symptoms would not be easily aggravated.

What's going on now? Ivan's condition seems to be getting unstable.

After the nurse arrived, Ivan's expression quickly turned cold again, and the speed at which he changed his expression made people wonder if he was actually faking illness.

Professionalism allowed the nurse to maintain a calm demeanor, administer the medication to the two patients, watch them take it, and even use a tongue depressor to check the underside of their tongues before leaving.

Liang Zaibing frowned, the bitter taste of the pills rising in her throat, as if she had swallowed too many at once and they were stuck in her throat.

He was about to pour himself another glass of water when Ivan suddenly grabbed his arm and dragged him into the bathroom.

!!!

What are you doing!

It's impossible not to panic.

Imagine this: you've only known your roommate for two hours, and he's half a head taller and as strong as a bear. Without saying a word, he grabs you and drags you into the bathroom, then locks it from the inside. How would you feel?

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And this guy really does have a mental illness! What if he has violent tendencies? Won't I be in trouble?

When Ivan locked the bathroom door, Liang Zaibing hurriedly looked around. There was a bottle of shower gel on the shelf, which could be used as a murder weapon.

Before he could even get the bottle, Ivan turned around, dispensed hand sanitizer, rubbed his hands together, rinsed them with running water, and pressed his dripping, icy palms against Ivan's cheek.

"Open your mouth."

"hold head high?"

Liang Zaibing didn't understand what he meant at all and just uttered an interjection.

Ivan used a bit of force, pinching his chin, "Spit it out."

"?"

"medicine."

Liang Zaibing suddenly realized, "Oh, you mean this..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ivan's fingers slipped into his mouth through his open lips, pressing his index and middle fingers together against the base of his tongue.

The finger went in too deep, and Liang Zaibing immediately felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Ivan quickly pulled his finger out.

"Cough-cough-"

Liang Zaibing leaned against the sink and coughed violently a few times, spitting out all the pills she had just swallowed.

Before he could catch his breath, he saw Ivan's Adam's apple move, and he easily spat out the medicine, which then went down the drain.

Liang Zaibing coughed until her face turned red, looking somewhat embarrassed as she watched Ivan turn on the tap to wash her fingers, which were covered in a suspicious liquid.

Wait, we're here to be hospitalized, right? Why are we acting like 007?

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When the two finished cleaning up the bathroom and left, Liang Zaibing felt rather guilty.

They're still too honest.

However, Ivan's approach wasn't entirely wrong. He was aware that psychiatric drugs had significant side effects. What if taking medication without being sick caused headaches, insomnia, weight gain, nausea, vomiting, impotence, or other problems?

Yes, he doesn't have a mental illness.

Liang Zaibing repeated this to herself again.

But after thinking about it, he decided to ask Ivan what he really thought.

Why won't you let me take that medicine?

The two sat together, speaking in hushed tones; even if someone were listening in, they wouldn't be able to hear what they were saying.

"There's something wrong with the medicine," Ivan replied simply.

"I know there are side effects, but this isn't..."

Liang Zaibing's eyes suddenly widened halfway through her sentence. "Is there a problem with what you're saying?"

"Taking medicine will cause a curse and contamination."

Liang Zaibing listened to Ivan's serious fabrication without any doubt; instead, she felt a sense of warmth, as if she had met an old friend in a foreign land.

Dude, you're delusional too?

That's great, so it turns out I'm not the only one who's mentally unstable.