Li Huowang's words nearly made Yi Donglai laugh in anger. He even felt like giving up. Even from the perspective of a psychiatrist, this guy was simply too insane.
"Is that so? You've finally recognized the truth of this world? Really?"
Yi Donglai directly undid the two layers of straitjackets on Li Huowang, forcibly stuffed his phone into Li Huowang's hand, and quickly swiped through it with his finger.
"This is your mother's WeChat! If you've got the guts, video call her! Look at her with that one eye you have left and explain to her that you're not crazy! That you've merely recognized the truth of the world! If you've got the guts, say it to her again!"
The skin on Li Huowang's face twitched slightly. He suddenly snatched Yi Donglai's phone and viciously smashed it against the floor. "You don't know anything at all! It's already over!"
"All the trouble is over! Yi Donglai, I know! I used to have a mental illness, but you've already cured it!"
Li Huowang's ferocious expression did not make Yi Donglai retreat even half a step. He stepped forward, gazing firmly at Li Huowang.
"Tell me! What exactly do the things you're saying mean? Only if you tell me can I help you!"
Li Huowang's expression gradually subsided. In the end, he gently shook his head, walked to the inner side of the Suppression Room, and sat cross-legged facing the wall. "Doctor Yi, I'm not sick. I can undergo any tests now. Whether you believe it or not, I truly am a normal person now."
Since everything had ended, what use was there in telling Yi Donglai anything besides making him think his illness had become even worse?
Besides, he did not know what Yi Donglai was a projection of. The only