Chapter 10 Patients who are too cooperative

"Actually, I often forget that there are other people around me because I'm chatting with her." Dean Qingshan held his paper figurine daughter like a treasure.

"Aito, do you have this kind of trouble?" He looked at the young man with a similar look.

Aito nodded after hearing this: "But, isn't this normal?"

Between family members and other people, pay more attention to family members and ignore others...

Isn't that normal?

When he, Gin, and the others were together, they basically focused only on each other.

"This...yes...it's indeed normal." Dean Qingshan touched his chin and smiled awkwardly.

He then remembered another symptom that Mr. Kurosawa told him before bringing people here.

"Ahem, the weather is really nice today. There must be a lot of students on the street on Monday." Dean Aoyama changed the subject.

Aito thought about the bunch of figures in school uniforms he saw on the way to the hospital and nodded.

There are indeed many students.

Dean Qingshan's expression became serious.

Of course today is not Monday, today is Wednesday.

It seems that what Mr. Kurosawa said about the boy not being able to tell the date is indeed true.

Treat the paper people as family members, and don’t feel anything is wrong, but at the same time, they can’t tell the time...

And it gives people the feeling that every move has a sense of disharmony.

As a well-informed director of a mental hospital, Yasuo Aoyama can say with certainty that there is definitely something wrong with this boy.

If you think about it from the beginning, you will find that every move of the boy, including every expression and eyes, is very polite and perfect.

How perfect is it? It's just like the textbook behavior mentioned in the book.

There was no unnecessary emotional reaction from beginning to end.

"You know, today is not Monday." Dean Qingshan thought for a while and said directly, his eyes watching every expression and action of the white-haired boy.

"So it's not Monday?" Aito said thoughtfully.

Obviously, the dean just said that today is Monday.

So... he was lied to?

What is the purpose?

Aito thought for a while and then suddenly realized.

Gin thought he was mentally ill, so he brought him here, so the fact that he couldn't recognize the date also became a reflection of his mental illness in the other person's eyes?

However, does being unable to recognize dates count as mental illness?

"Is it a mental illness to not be able to recognize dates?" Aito asked the professionals directly.

"...Forget it." Dean Qingshan said after a moment of silence.

It seemed that the young man himself knew very well that he could not recognize the date.

If it is just a simple misreading, misremembering, or confusion of dates, it is actually quite normal.

But if you can’t tell the date at all...

Coupled with the behavior of treating paper people as family members...

There is no doubt that he is sick.

"I see..." Aito nodded.

"It turns out I'm mentally ill." He said clearly.

But in this case...

Is the system also mentally ill?

Aito asked the system before when he couldn't tell the time, and the answer he got was...

[The time rules of this world are confusing and the system cannot recognize it.]

An overly regular system encountered a timeline with chaotic rules, so it also became garbled.

"Do I need to take medicine for treatment?" he asked proactively.

The book says that if you are sick, you should take medicine to treat it. Isn’t it right for you to ask this question?

But, can the system take medicine?

"...It's great that you are willing to cooperate." Taifu Aoyama said calmly and reliably, trying not to show a complicated expression.

Why are you so cooperative?

Shouldn't we be suspicious?

"Sorry to trouble you." Aito showed a grateful smile to the other party.

He knew he couldn't tell time.

When he was locked in the storage room by that couple, when he could still see it, all he saw were pure white and cold ceramic tiles, without even a window.

And after losing sight, it fell completely into darkness.

Can't tell the passage of time.

If the meal time is on time, he can guess the day based on the three meals a day.

but……

If he really had three meals a day, the original owner would not have starved to death.

He knew that he had been imprisoned for the thousand and first day because after the couple died, the system appeared and reminded him of the time it took to complete the task as mentioned when he completed the novice task.

Even after he could see, he still couldn't tell the time.

But the system says this is normal.

Because he is not from this world, he cannot integrate into the rules of time.

"Wait a minute, I'll make an order for you guys..." Dean Qingshan said and left for a while.

When he came back again, he handed the list to the man with long silver hair.

More than one.

Aito could clearly see that under the prescription list, there was also a certificate of his diagnosis.

And you can see the words on it.

[The patient suffers from schizophrenia, imaginary family members that do not exist, and a comprehensive perception disorder of time...cannot distinguish dates...suspected of suffering from emotional deficiency...]

"Let's go." Gin took a few reports, stood up as if he had completed the task, and greeted Vodka and Aito to leave.

"Are you going to get me some medicine?" Aito walked behind Gin with a gesture of unobstructed closeness and trust.

"Get the medicine? You don't need that kind of thing." Gin balled up the medicine prescription certificate and threw it on the ground.

Avicril does not need to take medicine.

The opponent's current condition is very good.

No need to heal, no need to remember the past.

Just maintain the status quo and be an obedient member.

"Don't you need treatment?" Aito said in a confused tone.

Isn’t bringing him here for medical treatment just to treat him well?

"You are fine as you are now. You don't need to take medicine." Gin's voice was cold and low.

"Okay." Aito nodded.

It didn't matter to him that he couldn't tell the time.

The sun still rises in the east and sets in the west.

This is enough.

The three of them got into the car, drank vodka and drove away.

After they left, Taifu Aoyama walked out of the office with a troubled expression and walked down the corridor, when he saw the paper ball on the ground.

He bent down to pick up the ball of paper and unfolded it to take a look.

It was exactly what he had just ordered for the patient.

He handed it to Mr. Kurosawa with his own hands, but now it was rolled up into a ball of paper and thrown here. No matter what he thought, it would only be Mr. Kurosawa who did it.

Why?

Didn't he know how seriously ill his son was?
To be continued...