"I'm not mentally ill! I'm not crazy! I saw a deity in my dream, with white long hair and white eyes, telling me we will all vanish! It said we are all apples, and we can't become pears! Ugh ah ah ah—" The patient staggered away, looking up and laughing, with a laugh filled with despair:
"Everything is causality, everything is destiny, too divine, too divine. Humans will only understand this grand scheme at the moment of extinction, ah ha ha ha—"
Su Ming'an endured the bombardment of noise from these patients. The things they shouted were bizarre and incomprehensible.
A large group of crazy patients were running wildly in the courtyard, and some were talking to the air, not knowing what hallucinations they were seeing.
Su Ming'an carefully avoided these patients who resembled go-karts. In the psychological consultation room sat a black-haired woman, presumably the head of the psychological counseling center in Su Wensheng's phone contacts — Ms. Lin Yunting.
