"Let me go! Who are you people? Let me out! This is illegal detention! It's a crime... let me go!"
Through the glass, several medical staff could be seen struggling to hold down Dr. Ferenc's limbs—of course, it wasn't that they couldn't control Dr. Ferenc, but because they were afraid of hurting him, making the task particularly difficult.
This was already the third day after the experts' panel meeting.
Mr. Ofi had a face covered with stubble; he hadn't left the hospital during this period. His bloodshot eyes and dark circles made him look particularly haggard.
"Mr. Ofi, Dr. Ferenc's memory has regressed again... but the activity in his brain is even more intense than yesterday." The attending physician was looking at the report in his hand.
Mr. Ofi murmured, "His memory should be around when he was twenty-six."
The attending physician was taken aback and quickly flipped through the various reports in his hands, "Around twenty-six?"
