The insomniac and the intellectually delayed Bo sat on either side of Xuan Wen, with a child patient who couldn't distinguish between virtual and reality hopping anxiously, but he had no solution.
He couldn't understand why his best friend had suddenly become distant, willingly following an "Old Witch".
Skilfully finding bandages and thread, Xuan Wen was like a head teacher spotting a troublesome student, saying to the child patient, "Come here."
Reluctant in his heart, the boy's body moved on its own, slowly inching towards Xuan Wen.
As his arm was seized for bandaging, the boy turned his head away, planning something very cruel inside his mind.
"Are you thinking of chopping off my hand and then sewing it back on?" Xuan Wen's voice entered the boy's ears, startling him.
"Did I, did I say it out loud just now?" Shocked, the boy turned his head back only to find his arms already bound by bandages: "What are you trying to do? You're in cahoots with those people!"
