"This isn't right. This is very wrong! I'm about to be discharged from the hospital, but now this has happened!"
In the empty corridor, Li Huowang paced anxiously, phone pressed to his ear.
"Don't talk to me about thought disorder! I'm not autistic, and my thinking isn't fragmented! I'm not having hallucinations, either. I've been well for a long time!"
Hearing the voice on the other end of the line, Li Huowang sighed, and his tone suddenly became much calmer. "I do want to be discharged, and I really don't want to be labeled a mental patient for the rest of my life, but..."
Li Huowang faltered, his face twisting in a painful struggle. "But everything on that ship... it all felt so real, as if I had actually experienced it! I really did get that Copper Coin Sword! And their Bull Terrier really did bite my arm clean off! But now... they've all disappeared!"
At the end of the corridor, several people from Li Huowang's group peeked out from their rooms, watching him.
