Lin Chi lay in a hospital bed, her hands tied and her body strapped down. Looking up, she saw someone pass by the window. It looked like Zhou Xu, or perhaps Lin Wei. Just then, Doctor Jiang opened the door and came over, leaning close to Lin Chi. “Miss Lin, if you keep resisting and hurting yourself, you’ll never be able to leave here...”
Lin Chi stared at the name badge on Doctor Jiang’s chest. It clearly read: Third People’s Psychiatric Hospital...
Lin Chi lay on the stark-white hospital bed, coarse restraints digging into her wrists and ankles, a wide band of cloth even strapped across her chest.
The lingering effects of medication clouded her mind. Her vision blurred as if veiled in mist, and her whole body felt weak and powerless. Only her eyes could barely move.
Light from outside striped the window. A figure passed close by it, tall and broad-shouldered, looking just like Zhou Xu, though for a moment she thought it was Lin Wei.
She tried to open her eyes wider to make out who it was, but the shadow wavered in her vision and disappeared.
With a soft click, the hospital room door opened.
Doctor Jiang, dressed in a white coat, came to her bedside and leaned over her. The smell of disinfectant filled the air. “Miss Lin, I know you’re uncomfortable. But if you keep resisting and hurting yourself, you’ll never be able to leave here.”
Lin Chi’s unfocused gaze fell on Doctor Jiang’s chest. Gradually, her eyes focused on the metal name badge. The words “Third People’s Psychiatric Hospital” stood out starkly.
Her whole body stiffened, and the skin beneath the restraints suddenly went numb...
