Buddha

"This isn't right. This is very wrong! I was about to be discharged, and then something like this happened!"

In the empty corridor, Li Huowang anxiously paced with his phone pressed to his ear.

"Don't talk to me about disordered thinking. I'm not autistic; my thoughts aren't disordered! And I don't have hallucinations either. I've long since recovered!"

Hearing the words from the phone, Li Huowang sighed, and his voice immediately became much calmer. "I do want to be discharged. I really don't want to be treated like a mental patient for the rest of my life, but..."

As Li Huowang reached this point, a flicker of agonized struggle appeared on his face. "But everything that happened on that ship felt far too real, as though I had truly lived through it! I really did obtain that Coin Sword! And I really did have an arm bitten off by that bull terrier of theirs! But now they've all vanished!"

At the end of the corridor, several people from Li Huowang's group secretly poked their heads out and watched him.

"Look at him. He still says he isn't sick. I've seen plenty of this in here—this is textbook schizophrenia," Wei Shili, the flat-topped young man with hypomania, whispered his guess.

"Doesn't look like it. Listen to how clearly he talks. If schizophrenics don't take their medicine, how could their brains work this well? I think it's more like a personality disorder. The guy in the bed next to mine before had that illness."

Quite a few people were extremely curious about exactly what illness this new kid had. Some even secretly bet snacks on it, using it to dispel a little of the boredom in this tedious Mental Hospital.

"Doctor Yi, I'm truly afraid that everything I went through before was