Chapter 343 Falsehood and Truth

When Jiang Lin saw Max calling the doctor, her first reaction was to run away subconsciously.

Facing two tall doctors, Jiang Lin was subdued without any chance to fight back.

How could she, a weak girl who loved painting, be a match for the strong medical staff in the mental hospital?

In the confinement room on the fourth floor, Jiang Lin was tied to a chair with restraints and couldn't help sighing.

"I was careless. It seems that Max's lost memory and cognitive interference are deeper than I thought..."

"And I was stupid. If I didn't run away and explain, there might be a chance. Isn't running away just watching me want to "escape"?"

Jiang Lin sighed, looking up at the soft light on the ceiling.

"But how can I break the situation now..."

"Not to mention being tied up here and unable to move, even if I am released later, I am afraid that I will be under the close surveillance of those medical staff because of Max's report."

Jiang Lin thought about it and felt a headache.

She was not good at dealing with such a situation.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Max reported me, but the word book was not taken away.

If the word book was taken away, and the words written on it were exposed to those medical staff...

Whether those guys are really dedicated to being doctors and treating me as a patient, or they are imprisoning me with ulterior motives and knowing my identity as a "player", Jiang Lin feels that her confinement level may have to be increased by one level.

If it is the former, those doctors will definitely think that my symptoms are very serious after seeing my notes, and need strict supervision and treatment.

If it is the latter...

Then they will definitely not allow Jiang Lin to perceive the "truth".

"In short, there is still a chance..."

Jiang Lin was thinking, and at this time, the door of the confinement room was suddenly pushed open.

A middle-aged doctor with a normal body shape holding a book walked in quickly, with a folding chair under his armpit.

He walked in front of Jiang Lin, opened the folding chair under Jiang Lin's curious eyes, and sat directly in front of Jiang Lin.

"Oh, the patient on the fourth floor has worsening symptoms..."

"The dean is not here, this is really a big problem."

Jiang Lin looked at the doctor who sat down and listened to his complaining tone, and she understood something in her heart.

This is directed at her.

And judging from the slightly different payment style of this doctor from the doctor in her previous room, the more complicated chest badge and the older age, this doctor should be a more senior doctor.

Sure enough, after the other party sat down, he took out a pen from his jacket pocket, opened the notebook in his hand and put it on his knees, cleared his throat and coughed.

"Cough cough... cough!"

"Hello, Jiang Lin from the single ward on the fourth floor... right?"

"I am an expert doctor in this hospital. You can call me Lao Li or Doctor Li."

This expert doctor spoke very convincingly.

Jiang Lin nodded slightly.

"Yes, I'm Jiang Lin," she answered cautiously, "Are you here to treat me?"

"Treatment? No, no, it's an assessment and examination," Dr. Li shook his head, "You ran to the second floor and tried to drag other patients to escape... According to the oral statements of the patients on the second floor, you seem to have serious delusional symptoms."

"You seem to think that the real world is a game, and the purpose of this game is to escape from the lunatic asylum?"

Dr. Li lowered his head and wrote on the notebook while casually speaking.

"Really, I was just joking," Jiang Lin began to try to rationalize her behavior with a belated sophistry, "To be honest, I just made a friend, and she seems to be very outgoing..."

"So I just wanted to make a joke, but I didn't expect that because this is a mental hospital and I am also a mental patient, she overreacted a little."

Jiang Lin tried to tell the reason she had just made before the doctor arrived in a serious tone.

Although it was lame, it was indeed an explanation.

But...

Unfortunately, such an explanation could not get away with it.

"Then why are you running?"

Dr. Li asked directly, pointing to the point.

Jiang Lin was speechless.

She hesitated for a long time before she said, "I...I'm a little scared."

Of course, it was even more impossible to convince the doctor.

Dr. Li shook his head, sighed, and wrote again.

"Jiang Lin, Jiang Lin...You still think this is all a game, so you are trying to trick me, the NPC, right?"

Jiang Lin lowered her head and said nothing.

She did think so, but even if she was called out by the other party...

"You just think that I am a very smart NPC now, or that the mechanism of this game makes me say this, right?"

Dr. Li continued.

Jiang Lin felt a little incredible at this moment, and she looked up at Dr. Li in surprise.

Dr. Li put down the pen in his hand, showed her the notebook, and flipped forward.

"Ms. Jiang, this is not the first time I have come to evaluate this symptom for you... Although most of the hospital's experts do not want it, as the doctor who knows you best, I now think that I can negotiate with you."

"You have had this symptom of thinking that 'reality' is a game many times."

Dr. Li said, Jiang Lin looked at him, only to feel that her brain was a little confused.

"What do you mean?"

She asked subconsciously, as if it was a little unreal.

"You have always had this kind of imaginary symptoms, and have tried to escape from the hospital more than once."

Jiang Lin's mind was in a mess, and she said: "But...but I did..."

"Do you want to say that you did see supernatural phenomena? The notebook with your own handwriting?"

Dr. Li said coldly, and Jiang Lin looked at him in surprise.

"How do you know?"

"That was given to you by a patient on the second floor - your two delusional symptoms are very similar, so they influenced each other during the communication process," Dr. Li continued, "That notebook was made by him... He imitated your handwriting."

"As for the automatic emergence... It's because of the temperature."

"That notebook is very small, and it will automatically change color when placed in your palm - the special ink that changes color and makes the handwriting appear has long been available in any stationery store in this era."

Jiang Lin was stunned: "What..."

But she still found a loophole: "No, but he lives in a mental hospital, where would he have the opportunity to get that special ink?!"

"You are still lying to me!"

Dr. Li sighed.

"This is a mental hospital, not a prison... As long as it is not a dangerous item like a knife, family members can send it in."

"The kid's family sent him ink, and we didn't check whether it was special at the time. We just thought he wanted to write something."

"Until the first prop he made for you was discovered..."

"And we don't know how many such word books he has hidden!"