The corridor was silent.
How to prove you weren't insane in a psychiatric hospital had always been a difficult problem.
Yet at that moment, columnist Fu Qian's expression gave people the impression that he was trying to challenge that very problem.
The immediate consequence was that even Unyielding Man, who had secretly tightened his grip on his weapon, froze once again.
Among the medical staff, some visibly relaxed and stopped backing away.
The situation that had been on the verge of exploding was defused through an unconventional interpretation—
It wasn't that a dangerous person had escaped. It was that a dangerous person was truly integrating into this big family.
Starting to worry about whether there was something wrong with your brain was often the first sign that there was something wrong with it.
Everyone present was a seasoned professional, and their sensitivity in such matters was beyond ordinary people.
And they were equally experienced in dealing with an articulate patient whose willpower was "clear," while avoiding provoking his aggression.
In short, the situation before them had become very clear.
Someone who had been locked up for over forty days had finally received a proper diagnosis and was being accompanied outside for a walk.
Though the location chosen was somewhat unusual, the danger was clearly no longer worth worrying about.
"You look... quite well indeed."
It probably hadn't been an illusion. After briefly freezing, Old Man on the hospital bed looked Fu Qian up and down again, and his eyes seemed to gain a little more life.
Nor did he mind in the slightest that Fu Qian had used youth to flaunt himself, even echoing the sentiment.
"Let's go."
Even his voice seemed to carry more strength now, restoring some of the imposing presence it had previously lacked.
Without waiting to