Hearing Qian Fu's words, Li Huowang didn't immediately respond.
He first picked up his bowl of pumpkin porridge and took a sip, washing down the lettuce in his mouth. After sizing up the other man for a moment, he said, "Split personality, is it?"
"You could say that. But I'm different from other cases of Dissociative Identity Disorder. I don't just have one condition; my other identity is mentally ill."
"Split personality? One is normal and the other is mentally ill?" The more Li Huowang thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Could this guy have an undiagnosed case of severe delusional disorder?
"I mean no offense, I just wanted to apologize. Since my other identity hasn't affected you, that's great. In that case, you can get back to your meal. I'll be leaving," Qian Fu said and turned to leave.
This guy is seriously disturbed. I shouldn't have wandered into the severe ward. Li Huowang shook his head and continued with his dinner.
