Chiang Qing, who Lu Zhenhua said was living a good life, never felt so miserable. Some time ago, she was indeed in hell, but at least she could still see the light of day.
Now, aside from high walls, she was surrounded by all kinds of crazy patients. She was merely surviving in this hell.
In the eyes of others, she was also a mental patient, crazy, so they injected her and made her take medicine.
Chiang Qing had been a military doctor, and she had seen psychiatrists before. She knew what these drugs were and that if she took them, her 'madness' wouldn't get better; in fact, it would worsen. Yet, these people, just like that Doctor Zhong, said it was for her own good!
How ridiculous!
Even after taking them, she'd end up like those people outside, half-crazy and incoherent, or in a fully mad state, stabbing glass shards into her own abdomen?
Chiang Qing dared not take them. She couldn't take them. She didn't want to die, not in such a miserable way.
