Doctor Gao fulfilled the wishes of every patient; everyone stood among the sea of flowers until their blood coagulated.
"You go ahead, leave the cleanup to us." Gu La stood beside the operating table, holding a wreath made of stringed flower buds, regretting there wasn't more time to linger.
What is normal, what is madness, when no one cares, it all becomes unimportant.
Entering the director's ward, Doctor Gao took out the potion he had stolen from the Ethics Research Institute, and sat beside the hospital bed: "The first time you met me, you said some very strange things. You said you'd seen many lunatics, but I was the first to truly frighten you. You said I was affecting you and that you feared being persuaded by me, but in reality, you've already accepted my view of the world."
"You know I'm not wrong. You've tortured me with various painful treatments, merely punishing yourself for your own cowardice."
