Mom was trying to persuade Dad not to lose his temper.
"Have I really had mental illness?"
Zhou Xuan tried hard to remember, and an image inexplicably unfolded in his mind—a cold sweat drenched him as he pulled open the drawer by the bed, trembling as he took out a bottle of medication labeled "Bromine Acid." He twisted off the cap and poured the entire bottle into his mouth...
"Did I really have an illness?! And a very serious one at that?!"
"This image isn't real, it can't be!"
Zhou Xuan still refused to believe it.
Who knows how many days had passed—Zhou Xuan constantly heard the sounds of lights being turned on and off, machines beeping, doors opening and closing.
An endless cycle.
Until one day,
his mother entered the hospital room, bringing along a monk.
In his comatose state, Zhou Xuan knew this because his father began angrily berating his mother again: "Why did you bring a monk here? Li Ling hasn't woken up because his brain was injured; he hasn't recovered yet."
