DF Chapter 35
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Zhen Yi felt a bit confused and asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong with him?”
“Have you heard of delusions of persecution?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s the opposite.”
“…”
“People with delusions of persecution constantly think about how others are trying to harm them.”
“That sounds pretty dangerous.” Zhen Yi suddenly felt like this psychiatric hospital wasn’t as calm as it appeared on the surface.
“It’s not too bad,” Yan Ge seemed reluctant to say more.
Zhen Yi didn’t push further and returned to the original topic: “How’s Wu Zhe been doing lately?”
“Normal.”
“Is he cured?”
“He’s showing all the normal symptoms of PTSD.”
“…”
“Uh, you mentioned last time that he might misunderstand people around him and pose a threat.”
“He’s been isolated, waiting for his symptoms to stabilize.”
“And how do you stabilize him?”
“Treatment,” Yan Ge turned his head slightly to look at her. “Why are you asking so many questions? Planning to become a doctor?”
“I’m just curious,” she pouted, recalling how Wu Zhe had hidden his meds last time, which made her feel uneasy. “What if patients don’t cooperate with the treatment?”
“A lot of them don’t cooperate. For example, they hide the medication.”
“You knew they hide meds?” Zhen Yi was surprised.
“Is that hard to figure out?” He replied. “That’s why we often give them vitamins instead of real medicine.”
“…”
Zhen Yi was speechless. For some reason, she found this battle of wits between psychiatric doctors and their patients oddly cute.
“Are the vitamins supposed to improve their physical health?”
“No, it’s because the actual medicine is expensive. It’d be a waste if they didn’t take it.”
“… Is that something a doctor saving lives should be saying?”
“Then how do you get disobedient patients to take their meds?” Zhen Yi was still curious.
Yan Ge slowed his steps, thought for a moment, and said, “Not telling you.”
“Would it break the rules if you told me?”
“No.”
“Then why not?”
“I just don’t feel like telling you.”
“…”
Zhen Yi was so done talking to him. After a moment of silence, she asked, “Is it possible Wu Zhe is faking his illness?”
“He’s been examined. It’s a real illness.”
“How likely is it that he could escape from the hospital and sneak back in?”
“0.1%.”
“So, it’s basically impossible,” she muttered to herself.
“Nothing is absolute,” Yan Ge gently reminded her.
“…”
Zhen Yi kept quiet. Does your girlfriend know that you have this ability to say something without really saying anything?
When they reached Wu Zhe, he was drawing again, sitting alone in his small room. The floor and walls were covered with paper, but unlike last time, these were colorful watercolors, and there was only one subject in every picture: Tang Shang.
Portraits, half-body shots, full-body, side profiles, running, sitting… there were countless images of her scattered all around the room.
Wu Zhe alternated between quietly drawing and suddenly scratching his head in frustration, muttering to himself, “Why isn’t she back yet? Xiao Shang, why aren’t you coming back yet…”
Zhen Yi felt a chill down her spine.
Yan Ge opened the door and glanced back at her anxious expression. He stood there quietly for a moment, as if wanting to pat her on the shoulder. He tried to move his hand, but it felt like it was weighed down by a thousand pounds. His fingers twitched, but his arm refused to lift.
In the end, he simply put his hand back in his pocket and said, “He won’t hurt you. I’ll be right outside, so don’t be afraid.” His voice softened, low and soothing.
Zhen Yi was momentarily startled, her heart suddenly racing. She lowered her head and walked inside.
Wu Zhe recognized her again: “Lawyer Zhen, you’re here. Just wait a bit longer—Xiao Shang will be back soon.”
“Alright.” The floor was littered with paintings, leaving Zhen Yi nowhere to step. Surrounded by a world filled with images of Tang Shang, it was a bit unsettling. A cold sensation crept up her back. “Wu Zhe.”
“Hmm?”
“What about the drawings you did last time?”
“I didn’t draw anything last time.”
