Not a word out of the male patient's mouth was true. He could no longer tell nightmares from reality. It wasn't that he meant to deceive anyone; he simply didn't know what was real himself.
"Why would some big shot from the Hanhai Charity Federation come to a place like this for treatment? Maybe that was something he dreamed." Su Mo thought the man was lying again. Nothing he said made any sense.
Ever since Situ An released his final-message video, Su Mo and most ordinary citizens had thought he was a decent man who had risked his life to reveal the truth to everyone in the city.
"Not necessarily," Xuan Wen reminded him. "Have you forgotten that room full of shoes in the Rear Building? All those shoes were worshipping Situ An's memorial portrait. This hospital might belong to him."
Compared to Situ An, Xuan Wen was more curious about someone else. "You said a psychological counselor from Hate Mountain Prison also came to collect medication that day? What did he look like?"
"Most people qualified to work as psychological counselors are over thirty, but that counselor was very young. He only looked twenty-something." The man couldn't remember clearly. "I really haven't lied to you. If you don't believe me, you can check the hospital's records. There are recordings in the Counseling Room. Every treatment session is filmed and archived."
"Consultations generally aren't filmed, to protect patient privacy."
"It was probably the doctors in the Rear Building protecting themselves, in case a patient suddenly did something extreme, or their condition got worse and their family falsely accused the doctor of giving them the wrong treatment." The man's patience was gradually wearing thin. "I don't know about the other patients, but ever since I came here for treatment, my condition