Han Que is the best therapist there is. No exceptions.
Everyone at the sanatorium knows the world rule that applies to him: every afternoon at four, he has to sing to a potted plant.
It's no big deal. Han Que stays calm.
Compared with the bizarre things that happen, such as rushing to a patient's room to give them Tianwang Buxin Dan whenever he hears Peking opera, or spotting a hanged man in the ventilation shaft...
Singing is a piece of cake.
But things take a turn for the worse. The director's confession and the mutation of the development project throw the world's rules into disarray, and derail Han Que's path to promotion, too.
Han Que: I just wanted to take things one step at a time. I really don't want to rise to the top overnight.
Fate: Yes, you do.
The cursed black cat: If you don't, shall I?
As he gradually solves the mysteries and uncovers the truth, Han Que neither wants to understand nor can understand the schemes and mindsets of these privileged elites. He's lived here for ages and is doing just fine. Why risk everything?
Until he sees the elites turn the sanatorium into a hellish stronghold, and the black cat is left on the verge of death from its injuries.
Han Que: Oh, that's not okay. I guess I'll do it after all.
#Our motto is to serve our enemies fine wine and poison#
Tsundere ice-cold bottom x sunny, cheerful, spiky-haired top
Note: Updates every other day
Theme: Love is trust and symbiosis that transcend form.
