Something’s Not Right with This Healing Game
The young girl with bright, expressive eyes lay on the hospital bed, gazing intently at the blue-and-white striped gown she wore. Suddenly, as if she had realized something, she asked earnestly, “My wounds have already healed. Why can’t I be discharged?” Chen Sheng turned his face slightly, casting her a blank glance and replied flatly, “Because this is a psychiatric hospital.”
Something’s Not Right with This Healing Game
On the hospital bed sat a young girl with bright, lively eyes, her delicate face intent as she studied the blue-and-white striped gown she wore. Suddenly, as if she had discovered something astonishing, her gaze snapped to Chen Sheng, who sat nearby flipping through a medical file.
Chen Sheng set down the file, pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, and asked, “What is it now?”
The girl pointed to her abdomen. “Something’s not right. My golden core has already been removed, and I’ve recovered well. So why can’t I be discharged?”
Chen Sheng turned his face toward her, expressionless, and glanced at her. “What I removed from you was called a stone, not a golden core. And let me tell you, even if it were a golden core—or, heaven forbid, a nascent soul—if you had one of those, I’d be responsible for finding you the right specialist and then reporting it to the police.”
“Why?” The girl’s face instantly filled with alarm, like a startled fawn, and she hugged her arms to her chest. “Why are you treating me this way? What did I do wrong?”
Chen Sheng was tempted to retort, “Please, don’t overact,” but, recalling the many complaints lodged against him, he reined himself in and said, “Because this is a psychiatric hospital.”
The girl tilted her head in confusion. “Huh?”
Expressionless, Chen Sheng looked at her again, then extended his hand. “Hello. I am your attending physician, Chen Sheng.”
The girl blinked her large eyes, rested her chin in her palm, and wondered aloud, “I know you. We’ve known each other for years. Old Chen, you’re pe
