The World Went Crazy at the Beginning, but Luckily I Can Cure It

[Microxulu+ no system but with plug-ins] I am the youngest psychiatrist in China. Others say that I can understand crazy people, but I am the only one who knows. I don't understand, I really do. After all, I am not normal either. During the ward rounds that day, the patient lay in a vegetative state for three months without moving, but he used my mobile phone to carve three words in blood: Kill me. The next second, thick gray fog seeped out of his body, and the madmen on the entire floor screamed at the same time. It wasn't until a group of people in black uniforms kicked open the ward door that I learned the truth about the world: Mental illness is not a disease, it is the infiltration of the gray world; A vegetative person is not asleep, but his consciousness is dragged into the abyss; Those shadows that others cannot see are aberrations crawling out of hell! Everyone has a different attitude towards Gray Realm Talk, except me. There is a gray fog naturally living in my mind. Others are contaminated by thoughts and go crazy for a second, but I am immune to all poisons; Others rely on guns and cannons to defeat aberrations, but I can see through the core of their obsession at a glance; Others enter the gray world and never return. I pick up memory fragments there as pocket money. They say that I am the last hope of mankind and a natural nemesis of the gray world. I smiled. I'm no savior. I'm just a doctor. Whether it is a human being, a ghost, or the world, if there is a disease, it must be treated.