Unlike the lively west wing with its neurotic patients, the east wing seemed almost devoid of human presence. The three of them circled the visitor room, not encountering a single soul, just one tightly locked door after another along the corridor.
"So I still don't understand."
Halfway through, Chitanda finally couldn't help but speak.
"Who's really mad? Who's the doctor? Whose account is correct?"
"Usually, hospitals should have records of both doctors and patients, right? If we find the files, can't we determine who's lying?"
Banai expressed his own perspective.
However, Duanmu Huai seemed uninterested.
"What difference would it make to confirm that? Suppose those locked-up patients are actually the doctors here, could we break in and spring them all out?"
"What about calling the police?"
"Do you think they'll even give you the chance to make a call?"
"That's true...
