"1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9"
Female Ghost:...
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"Today is the follow-up check, everyone get ready!"
Today marked Li Ping'an's tenth year since he had crossed over to the Third Psychiatric Hospital in Hehuang City.
As usual, he wore his white coat and checked on the patients' recovery with tireless patience.
By the side of Bed No.1, Li Ping'an asked softly,
"How have you been feeling lately?"
Patient in Bed No.1:
"I've been into hotpot lately."
Li Ping'an nodded in satisfaction,
"That's normal, I like it too."
Patient in Bed No.1:
"Do you prefer the lid of the pot or the bottom?"
Shaking his head with resignation, Li Ping'an moved on to Bed No.2, where he saw the patient writing a letter. He asked curiously,
"Who are you writing to?"
Patient in Bed No.2:
"I'm writing to myself!"
Li Ping'an:
"Then what do you write about?"
Patient in Bed No.2:
"Are you sick? How would I know what it says if I haven't received it yet?"
Li Ping'an sighed deeply.
