Seeing that Zhou Bai didn't respond, a middle-aged man in the crowd who looked most like a doctor picked up the notebook in his hand and quickly wrote down something in it.
"Patient No. 0139, whose language ability has deteriorated, is suspected to be a complication caused by mental problems.
This issue still needs to be studied, so let’s deduct one point first.”
When Zhou Bai heard this, his eyes widened instantly.
Points deducted? What points are deducted?
Isn't it too hasty that you deducted points?
The middle-aged man ignored Zhou Bai's surprise and just finished recording it in his notebook. Then he turned his head and waved his hand to the side.
Then two burly men wearing white coats came over and held Zhou Bai's hands.
"Let's go, take him back to the diagnosis room."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he turned around and opened the door behind him.
The two men in white coats, let's call them doctors, took Zhou Bai into another room.
"I'm not sick!
You are the ones who are sick!
Let me out quickly!"
From the next room, hysterical shouting came.
Zhou Bai was held down by two people, and there were seven or eight onlookers standing in front of him. He suddenly felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"The patient refused to cooperate with the questioning.
The condition worsens.
Patients diagnosed with severe mental illness.
Send him to the electroshock room."
Another voice sounded next door.
Then, Zhou Bai saw a man wearing dark green clothes who looked like himself being dragged past the door.
"Did you see that? If you don't cooperate well, you will receive the same treatment as him."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he sat on the chair opposite Zhou Bai.
"Let him go first."
"Okay, Doctor Zhao."
Only then did Zhou Bai find out that the person he had been talking to just now was named Zhao.
After Doctor Zhao saw Zhou Bai being let go, he took out his notebook again and said to Zhou Bai.
"I'm going to start diagnosing your condition now.
You can answer or not answer.
But any reaction you make will become the basis for me to judge your condition."
After Dr. Zhao finished speaking, the doctors behind him also found a seat to sit down, and then all looked at Zhou Bai.
As a result, Zhou Bai felt even more like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"first question.
Have you seen anything strange in the past two days?"
When Dr. Zhao asked this question, Zhou Bai looked behind him.
I saw sitting behind Dr. Zhao, a female doctor with braids, lowering her head and playing with her braids.
While playing, I made a silly laugh.
On the other side of him, a male doctor who looked to be in his 20s put his hand in his mouth.
It makes a delicious sound while biting.
Zhou Bai pretended to be calm and moved his eyes away from the two people, and then fell on Dr. Zhao again.
He replied: "No."
After hearing Zhou Bai's answer, sitting next to Dr. Zhao, a boy wearing glasses lowered his head and was about to start writing something.
But Dr. Zhao suddenly stopped him.
"Answering no doesn't mean anything.
Some things that we think are strange may not be strange in the eyes of patients.
There will be no points added or deducted for this question."
The boy wearing glasses nodded after listening.
Then, Zhou Bai saw Dr. Zhao take out an umbrella from the cabinet in the room.
"Look, what is this?"
Zhou Bai looked at the umbrella in Dr. Zhao's hand. Before he could answer, he suddenly heard the two strange doctors sitting behind Dr. Zhao say in unison: "An umbrella."
Cold sweat slowly broke out on Zhou Bai's forehead.
He also answered: "An umbrella."
Dr. Zhao nodded and gave the umbrella to one of the burly doctors.
The doctor took the umbrella, opened it, and squatted in a corner with the umbrella.
"Then take a look again, what is this?"
Before Zhou Bai could speak, the two strange doctors said in unison again: "A big mushroom!"
The cold sweat on Zhou Bai's forehead slowly dripped down.
After swallowing, he replied in a low voice: "A man holding an umbrella."
Dr. Zhao nodded with satisfaction.
"There is no misunderstanding. Let's add ten points."
Zhou Bai didn't feel relieved because he had gained ten points.
Instead, he became concerned because he realized that things were getting more and more wrong.
"Old Mo, it's your turn."
A man named Lao Mo sat on the other side of Dr. Zhao.
Although he was wearing a white coat, he looked very fierce because of the scar on his face.
When he heard Dr. Zhao calling his name, he stood up and walked to Zhou Bai.
"Rock, paper, scissors, can you play it?"
Zhou Bai was shocked by this question again and his eyes widened.
Is the diagnosis of mental illness so... such a child's play?
Before Zhou Bai could answer, the Scared Mo shouted directly: "Rock, Paper, Scissors!"
Zhou Bai didn't have time to think, and reflexively, he made a cloth.
And Lao Mo produced a stone.
There is no doubt that Zhou Bai wins.
In the next game, Zhou Bai played scissors, Lao Mo played cloth, and Zhou Bai won.
In the third game, Zhou Bai played the rock and Lao Mo played the scissors. Zhou Bai won again.
When Dr. Zhao saw this, he silently took out his pen and took notes while speaking to the guy wearing glasses next to him.
"Good response, plus ten points."
At this moment, Lao Mo became furious because he had lost three games in a row.
"You brat, you dare to beat me in three games. Are you tired of living?"
After Lao Mo finished speaking, he picked up a knife and angrily thrust it on the table in front of Zhou Bai.
Zhou Bai was used to this kind of scene, and he still sat in his original position with an expression on his face.
So Dr. Zhao nodded with even more satisfaction.
"You can add thirty points to your emotional stability."
After he finished speaking, Zhou Bai saw Lao Mo pull out the knife that was inserted into the table and stab it into the table several times.
Moreover, while destroying the tabletop, he kept cursing.
When Zhou Bai saw this, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
In terms of emotional stability, your doctor seems to be more unstable...
Of course, Zhou Bai did not say these complaints.
He saw Dr. Zhao flipping through the notebook in his hand, seemingly very satisfied with the patient's performance today.
"So far, you've been doing very well.
Then I’ll ask you one last question to end today’s diagnosis.”
Zhou Bai sat up straight and prepared to answer Dr. Zhao's last question.
He paused for a moment, then asked Zhou Bai.
"Tell me, how many people are there in this diagnosis room now?"
When Zhou Bai heard this question, an alarm bell immediately sounded in his mind.
He carefully counted the people he saw, plus himself, and then answered to Dr. Zhao.
"Eleven people."
When Dr. Zhao heard Zhou Bai's answer, he immediately showed a disappointed expression on his face.