The next day, inside a recovery room at Base One.
A man lay weak and emaciated on the hospital bed, speaking in a dazed tone, as if he had just woken from a dream. "So it was all just a dream..."
"Yes. You said you were a compulsive gambler, deep in debt, and had ruined your family, driving your wife to despair and suicide. None of that was real. You never even had a wife..." Luo Yan had applied heavy makeup that made her look quite mature. Dressed as a doctor, she flipped through his medical records as she spoke.
The man gave a bitter laugh. "But Yazi..."
"Your feelings for Yazi are real, but you weren't married. You had a long-standing unrequited love for the lonely Yazi, but you never confessed. After she committed suicide because of depression that day, you couldn't take the blow and suffered a mental breakdown. Your subconscious believed everything was your fault, taking all the blame upon itself. You even imagined that Yazi had married you, and that her death was caused by you becoming addicted to gambling and leaving the family buried in debt. This sort of condition is very common. We've been working hard all these years to help you correct this false belief, hoping you can recover soon." Luo Yan smiled.
"But that dream was too long, and too real..." the man said mournfully.
Luo Yan smiled. "The dreams of mentally ill patients are often clearer than those of ordinary people. But you won't have such lucid dreams anymore. After all these years of treatment, the peptide levels in your brain have returned to normal. It's actually rather interesting, isn't it? You said just now that you dreamed of the end of the world?"
"Yes. Those playing cards were as sharp