"Li Xian, why did they add medicine to you when I woke up?"

In the ward.

Li Xian pressed his temple and endured the nagging of the patients next door.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the girl named Wen Nuan blinked.

"So, is your depression serious or your paranoia serious?"

"I repeat, I have no depression and no paranoia!"

Li Xian, who had endured for more than an hour, finally couldn't help it and looked up and replied.

Feeling his aggrievance and depression, the girl's slightly dull eyes were filled with sympathy.

"It is harder to admit that you have depression these days than admitting that you are GAY. However, what is ridiculous is that most normal people claim to have depression because it sounds cool, and they look down on them when they meet real depression patients; no normal people say they are gay, but people who truly admit that they are gay are very proud. This society is... too pathological."

Sighing again, the girl smiled.

"Don't worry, Li Xian, no matter whether you admit that you are sick or not, I will not discriminate against you."

“…”

After looking at the girl who was still tied to the bed because she refused to take the medicine, Li Xian covered her forehead.

"That's really thank you!"

"You are welcome!"

He glanced at Li Xianfei and the girl bared two neat rows of small teeth.

Li Xian's heart was filled with grass and horses running by.

What's this all about!

Being forced to take hormones and calming drugs for two consecutive days has made him feel that he is in extreme spirits.

However, the original owner of this body has been here for more than half a year.

If you stay trapped here, not to mention the question of whether you are going to be crazy, whether you can survive is a question!

No, you have to, you have to go out!

"Dingdong, Beijing time, nineteen o'clock."

Just as Li Xian was thinking about how to prove that he was not sick at all, an electronic bell rang out in the corridor of the hospital.

"Li Xian, the time for the carnival is up. Are you ready?"

Wen Nuan, who was lying on the bed, suddenly raised her head and looked solemn.

Before Li Xian could react, a harsh scream outside the door cut through the night sky.

It was like a charge, and there were bursts of roars and cries in the ward, and there were explosions one after another.

Sick and crazy, amid the screams of despair and irritability from the bottom of my heart, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the corridor.

"Then the fuck started again, damn!"

"Don't talk nonsense, ask the family and nurses to comfort them quickly!"

"The tranquilizer is ready! Two people guard the gate of the ward. Don't let them run out! There are also windows, all are closed!"

"I want to go home, I don't want to be here, I want to go home!"

"Ah! Where is the family? Hold his arm and don't let him scratch people!"

"I'm not sick, I don't want to be here!" "Let me die, please let me die, it's so uncomfortable to live!"

Feeling the apocalyptic atmosphere, Li Xian let go of his hands pressing his temples and opened the door to the ward.

The corridor was like a zombie virus broke out.

Patients, family members and doctors and nursing staff were entangled, crying and roaring everywhere.

Standing at the door, Li Xian happened to see Dr. Zhao in the crowd.

He was being thrown to the ground by a female patient, and his glasses on his nose were thrown far away.

Before he could bend down to pick it up, he was stomped by a patient wearing only a pair of shorts.

Such a situation will happen every night after Li Xian comes.

For patients taking inhibitory drugs in large quantities, nights are often the most sad.

After spending a whole muddy day, all the anxiety caused by diseases, regrets about the past and despair about the future will often erupt in the dark night.

Li Xian has had enough of this hellish environment!

......

Li Xian once saw a question on the erotic;

If one day you are framed and imprisoned in a mental hospital, how will you prove that you are not sick?

The answerer who received the most likes did not give an answer, but posted a case.

In 1968, David Rosenhan, a professor of psychology at Stanford University, conducted a famous experiment.

He arranged for eight normal people to go to different mental hospitals for treatment. These normal people were admitted, observed and diagnosed. They acted exactly like normal people in the hospital, but in the end they were diagnosed with "mild schizophrenia" in their respective mental hospitals.

Luo Senhan wrote a paper on his experimental results, and the final conclusion was:

According to the current psychiatric diagnosis standards, there is no absolute evidence to prove whether a person is a healthy person or a mentally ill person.

Since you can't prove that you are a healthy person, then use a mentally ill method to vent your negative emotions.

It’s so fucking tired to act normally among an abnormal group of people!

At this time, the war in the corridor had entered a white-hot stage.

Dr. Zhao, who was almost killed just now, had already stood up again with the help of the medical soldiers and joined a new round of battle - an aunt in her fifties, lying on his back like an octopus, locking his neck tightly in the posture of Brazilian Jiu-jitsu.

Seeing this, Li Xian took the lead.

He kicked the side away, took a deep breath, and let out a loud shout!

"Fuck me!"

The crazy, fearful, sad, anxious and helpless faces seemed to be the karma fire that was jumping and burning in hell.

With this loud shout, the faces subconsciously pointed at Li Xian.

Or you can go to me with ghosts!

Li Xian opened his voice by sucking all the negative emotions into his stomach with a breath of cold air.

"The wind is roaring, the horse is roaring!"

The inspiring, magnificent and energy-filled singing provoked echoes in the corridor with his roar.

"The Yellow River is roaring!"

Immediately, a patient who was digging holes with his bare hands jumped up from the ground and opened his voice.

"The Yellow River is roaring!"

A supernatural patient let go of the mouth that was biting the caregiver's clothes tightly, and raised his head high.

Then... patients who were just out of control joined in.

"He picked up the earth-cn gun and foreign gun, and waved the big sword and spear!"

"Defend your hometown!"

"Defend the Yellow River!"

"Defend North China!"

"Defend the whole of China!"

Looking at the patients who were pulling their necks and using songs as a carrier to vent their strength. Looking at Li Xian, who was waving his arms and leading the audience, all the medical staff in the corridor sighed.
Chapter completed!