Xie De drew the sedative into the syringe. Su Qian instructed him, "Watch him and make sure he takes those pills. If he goes berserk and tries to hit you, give him an injection. I'll go schedule a physical examination for this patient. I'll be back soon."
"Okay."
Su Qian took a couple of steps, then turned back to add, "I remember you're working toward your Psychological Counselor certification. Maybe you could talk to him a little? Get some experience and learn more about our patient."
Talk to him?
About what?
After Su Qian left, only Xie De and an orderly remained in the room. Outside, a guard stood watch with a gun.
As Xie De prepared the medication, he noticed that this room was essentially a specially fitted prison cell. There were no windows or sharp objects-not even anything particularly hard.
The ventilation system was installed in the ceiling, and cameras were crammed everywhere. The only place with any privacy was a toilet. Its walls were also made of soft material, with no sense of firmness underfoot. There were no gaps, only a finger-sized drainage hole in the corner.
Xie De braced himself, walked over, and knelt on one knee. He placed the medicine on a tray and offered it to the patient, holding the sedative in his other hand. He watched the patient's expression closely, ready to run at any moment.
Fortunately, the patient's mood was fairly stable, and he did not suddenly lash out. Curled up in the corner, he turned his head away and buried his face against the wall, mumbling, "I'm not sick. I'm not taking it."
Yeah, saw that coming.
"Your name is Wei Yanchi?"
The patient listlessly turned his head back, revealing his eyes. "Yeah. Are you the new doctor?"
"Not exactly. My