After taking this case, Hua really did get cocky; in her eyes, the patient had been steadily improving.
But the patient stuck to Hua more and more—sometimes texting her out of nowhere in the middle of the night, not caring whether Hua was resting or not.
After a while Hua got sick of it; she started turning off her phone at night, and the patient just wouldn't let it go, running downstairs to her building and yelling her name.
The patient was a girl in her early twenties, with a craving for friendship that was way beyond normal. In her heart, Hua wasn't just a therapist, she was also the friend she'd been longing for.
That day Hua had just had a fight with her boyfriend, and the patient came over to cling to her again. Hua told her she was just a doctor and had no obligation to keep her company. The patient ran off without a word, went home, and slit her wrists.
