Very good—very much in keeping with the spirit of a sanitarium.
Today was the 48th. There wasn't even a month.
At first glance, Tracy's rushed answer sounded rather uncooperative, as though she were deliberately giving a maliciously nonsensical response.
Yet rather than immediately subjecting her to harsh interrogation, Fu Qian felt that this was exactly the right tone.
As mentioned before, the sooner a problem was exposed, the sooner it could be treated.
Given that the person involved was a member of a sanitarium, a proper, normal date would actually have taken more effort to verify.
"Thank you. So what day did I arrive here?"
In the end, Fu Qian not only thanked her casually, but decisively discarded common sense and continued asking.
"You don't remember?"
Tracy's male companion sounded somewhat surprised. Even Fu Qian could easily hear the hint of wishful thinking concealed in his voice—
This guy didn't remember when he had arrived, which meant there really was something wrong with his head.
So if they just turned and ran now, would lying low for a couple of days make him forget this as well?
"Actually, after so long, I don't remember very clearly either—"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Unfortunately, Fu Qian did not need to pour cold water on him. Someone had already beaten him to it.
Tracy, the professional interrupter, once again proved herself by cutting him off directly.
And as if venting a little of her own unpleasant feelings, she practically growled the words under her breath.
Tracy's male companion fell silent for a moment.
Clearly, compared with his blind optimism, Tracy displayed a far more pessimistic disposition and did not expect the person involved to simply forget.
That distinctly unpleasant mood also seemed to fully reflect how much the lady valued