It's another sunny morning. Tang Fangjing slowly crawled out of bed. Unknowingly, it's already April, and he has to go for a check-up again, this time including a psychological evaluation.
Last time, for some reason, those psychology experts concluded that he was now in an extremely severe state of schizophrenia.
Do I need others to tell me whether I'm sick or not?
The system exists so vividly—why does no one believe me when I talk about it?
Still, I have to go to the hospital. What if this time the results show I'm fine?
At this point, he doesn't really need any evidence of mental illness anymore.
Oddly enough, a few nights ago, Zhou called late at night to thank him, rambling on about things like "they finally got their day" and such.
Tang Fangjing started wondering if Zhou might have some issues of his own...
What's going on these days? Why does it feel like everyone aside from me has mental problems?
