Under the doctor's guidance, Duanmu Huai met the woman—and immediately understood why the doctors here were so utterly fearless.
"Ah... ah..."
The woman standing before Duanmu Huai had vacant eyes and her mouth hanging open, drool running down the corners of her lips. She looked just like a zombie.
The only difference was that at least zombies could still bite people. She, on the other hand, seemed like a simple puppet. After being brought there, she just stood in place without saying a word, making only those vague, indistinct noises.
"I think you owe me an explanation."
After giving her a glance, Duanmu Huai knew he would get no information from the woman, so he turned directly toward the doctor beside him. The latter sighed.
"As you can see, this lady did not respond well after entering the hospital for treatment. Perhaps because of excessive grief, she has completely shut herself off from the world. At present, she is exactly what the phrase describes—nothing more than a walking corpse. In fact, even we have no way to communicate with her..."
"Heh, fine."
Duanmu Huai clearly had no interest in pursuing the doctor's nonsense. He merely snorted coldly, then raised his phone and pointed it at the woman in front of him.
A moment later, there was a sharp click, and the flash went off. Duanmu Huai lowered his phone and nodded at the doctor.
"All right, thanks for your cooperation. I'll be leaving now."
"..."
Seeing Duanmu Huai choose to leave so decisively, the doctor was momentarily stunned. However, he quickly returned to normal.
"Of course."
"Goodbye."
After saying that, Duanmu Huai turned and left, departing from the Mental Hospital.
Watching him disappear into the distance, the doctor frowned slightly, but ultimately said nothing and returned to his work.
After