The security guard finally called 120 for Player A and took him to the hospital for an examination.
After the examination, the conclusion was: "Reality-Virtuality Confusion Syndrome."
"How did this happen?" Player B asked in confusion. "Why am I fine?"
"Because you didn't undergo that harsh training. Train for too long, and a person turns into wood." The doctor shook his head.
"Then what should we do?"
"He can only stay in a psychiatric hospital. Where are his immediate relatives?" the doctor asked.
"He has no immediate relatives. Or rather, his relatives stopped associating with him long ago." Player B shook his head.
"Fine, send him to a psychiatric hospital. I've handled more than a dozen similar cases this month already." The doctor shook his head.
Player B took Player A to a psychiatric hospital.
After all, they had played the game together. He was willing to help with something like this.
Friends walk together for a lifetime, only for everything to come to nothing in the end.
But after they arrived at the nearest psychiatric hospital, the director saw the transfer request, made a call, and redirected them to the psychiatric hospital where Hua Gang was located. Dr. Pan was the one who received them.
Of course, Player B had no idea who Dr. Pan was.
Nor did Dr. Pan know them.
After registration, Player A was assigned a room.
Player A suddenly screamed, "I still want to play! Let go of me! As long as I don't play myself to death, I'll play like I'm trying to die!"
Even three orderlies could not hold him down. He only quieted down after Dr. Pan brought him a helmet.
"You're still letting him play?" Player B asked in astonishment.
"Yes, let him continue playing." Dr. Pan offered no explanation.
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