Jiang Weicai was a little confused.

He was just an ordinary reporter who had just sneaked into the mental hospital to look for information about Lu Ban, so why was he the focus of attention?

Jiang Weicai found Lu Ban during lunch time. He wanted to go over to him and ask some questions, but Lu Ban seemed to have discovered something and kept his mouth shut, only saying a few words to appease him.

Is this how this person treats his fans?

After returning in disappointment, Jiang Weicai was planning to find another opportunity to get some information, but he didn't expect that he would be found by the doctor.

In the meeting room, Jiang Weicai sat at the table. There was a mirror on the wall next to him, reflecting his face.

The door of the room was opened, and Jiang Wei saw a man in a white coat walking in.

It turned out to be Lu Ban.

He looked like a psychologist and sat opposite Jiang Weicai.

"Name."

"Didn't you just..."

"Name."

"Jiang Weicai."

Jiang Weicai answered honestly that Lu Ban looked like a policeman interrogating a prisoner, intimidating without even getting angry.

"Your symptoms are...hypochondria?"

Lu Ban looked across.

"Yes, I often fantasize about things."

Jiang Weicai felt that he could not be exposed, otherwise he might encounter some bad things, so he hurriedly explained.

"How long have you had these symptoms?"

"I've had this for months. Doctor, can you help me?"

Jiang Weicai felt that his acting skills were so good that he even considered making his debut in the entertainment industry within three seconds.

"You are in such a situation, there is still hope."

Lu Ban said seriously.

"But you have to cooperate with the treatment."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Weicai sat up straight and pricked up his ears.

"I'm going to show you some pictures now, and you tell me what you see."

Lu Ban took out a few pictures from somewhere and handed the top one to Jiang Weicai.

Jiang Weicai had heard of this before. It was a psychological test that could analyze the patient's psychology through their imagination of blurry pictures. He should be able to pass it as long as he said something random. Anyway, Lu Ban was definitely not a serious psychologist.

As expected of me, if it were someone else, they would probably be scared.

He took the picture that Lu Ban handed over, and was stunned when he saw what was on it.

That's a cat.

It's not a metaphor, it's just a picture of a cat.

That's not right.

Aren't these tests just some ambiguous pictures that allow patients to express themselves freely? What's going on with this cat?

Although cats are cute, if I directly say that this is a cat, does it mean that there is something wrong with my test results?

In this case, it certainly couldn't be a cat, right?

But maybe if you change your way of thinking, it's obviously a cat, but you're saying something else instead. This is too obvious and you might be seen through?

While thinking, Jiang Wei felt that he had already played games with Lu Ban more than a dozen times.

Finally, he raised his head and looked at Lu Ban.

“It’s a dog.”

Lu Ban said nothing, just took back the picture and handed the second one to Jiang Weicai.

“I don’t know what he’s thinking.”

When Jiang Weicai was thinking internally, he saw the second picture.

It was a deck of mahjong tiles, with a big three-yuan winning streak, a wonderful hand pattern that made people want to push the cards.

"?"

Jiang Weicai can’t do it.

What should I say at a time like this?

Report the card type?

Or pretend that you can't recognize mahjong at all?

He hesitated for a moment and finally answered.

“It’s an ant.”

Lu Ban took back the picture and said nothing.

After several more tests, Lu Ban collected all the pictures and then looked at Jiang Weicai seriously.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

He then left the meeting room, leaving Jiang Weicai alone in the messy room.

next door.

Separated from this meeting room by a wall, there is no mirror, only a piece of glass.

Sitting opposite the glass was Jiang Weicai.

This structure is similar to the one used by police to torture prisoners. It is designed for use by doctors when consulting with patients. After all, some patients feel uneasy when they see many people around. This structure allows several doctors to carefully observe the patient's performance without scaring the patient.

Lu Ban walked into the room, where there was also a young nurse and Doctor Hao, who had just watched the conversation between Lu Ban and Jiang Weicai.

"Doctor Hao, you have seen the examination just now. I think this patient's condition is very serious."

Lu Ban said seriously.

"……really."

Doctor Hao didn't know for a moment whether it was reliable to let a mentally ill person treat a mentally ill person.

But the same kind should be able to accurately distinguish the same kind, right?

"He behaved very normally at first, and responded to my questions just like any other person. I think this is a sign that his symptoms are very serious. He has gone from showing his mental problems to learning to hide his differences."

Lu Ban pointed at Jiang Weicai who was standing on the other side of the glass.

"But he may have realized that he was too normal, so in the Rorschach test I conducted, he deliberately said the wrong things about the pictures. These are very common pictures that will not cause misidentification. If his previous normality was genuine, then he would definitely not make mistakes now. But the answer he gave was ridiculously wrong, so we can conclude that his normality just now was fake."

Doctor Hao was a little slow to react when he heard what Lu Ban said.

Why does this mentally ill patient seem to be more eloquent than me, the doctor?

Is it true that in the field of mental illness, one becomes a doctor only after suffering from the disease for a long time?

Doctor Hao looked at the young nurse, who was also confused.

"I looked at the medical records. This patient had a mild case before and was hospitalized for a short time. I think he was faking it. He should be a patient with severe paranoia and characteristics of persecution delusion and schizophrenia. If he is left alone, it may be very dangerous!"

Lu Ban reminded.

"Such patients must be rushed to the intensive care unit and well cared for. If necessary, their movements must be restricted to prevent them from harming themselves and others."

Dr. Hao thought about it and felt that what Lu Ban said made sense.

It’s not scary to have a psychopath who goes crazy when he sees someone. What’s scary is a psychopath who can hide himself like a normal person. Such a person has been suppressed for too long, and once he develops an attack, it may be irreversible.

He hurriedly contacted the nurse, and then saw several burly nurses walked into the room, held down the confused Jiang Weicai, and tried to inject him with a sedative.

"No, no, wait, wait a minute, I'm not actually sick, I was just pretending, I forged the admission certificate, I'm actually a reporter, I'm here to interview Lu Ban."

Jiang Weicai shouted immediately.

"If you don't believe me, go check it out. I'm a reporter, not a mental patient! I'm not sick!"

Seeing this scene, Lu Ban shook his head and sighed deeply.

"Look, he has already formed a complete and self-consistent worldview and self-cognition. Such a patient is extremely dangerous and needs to be handled with caution!"

After saying this, Lu Ban changed the subject and spoke seriously again.

"Moreover, no mentally ill person would say that he is ill. When a mentally ill person says that he is not ill, it means that he must have a serious illness."

“…”

Dr. Hao witnessed this scene and didn't know what to say for a moment.