They said, "To make sure you don't go crazy, you have to be treated." —Wedge

"Tick tick ......" A pleasant sound rang in our ears, but it seemed to us as immersive as death.

"Countdown to taking medicine, ten, nine, eight, seven......" There was a screeching voice from the announcer.

"What's the situation, is this forcing us to take medicine?"

"I will never take medicine, and I will never give in."

"What will happen in a moment?"

A series of questions haunt us, and we are deeply trapped in it, because we don't know what is about to happen, we all feel cramped and uneasy, like the scythe of death, waiting for the judgment of fate. Although I have the sanity and calmness of a painter, at this moment, I am like an ant on a hot pot, like a frog boiled in warm water, looking forward to stopping, and I want to change all this.

"Three, two, one." The door outside was locked, and the stone hanging over my heart was about to fall to the ground, and the confusion in our hearts was about to be revealed, and my anxiety reached the extreme. I watched as a dozen "medical staff" in white coats approached us, their faces hideous and their bodies filled with a vicious aura, as if they were going to devour us at any moment.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm not sick, I don't take medicine."

"Never bow to difficulties, never give in to fate."

......

In this way, we were dragged away by them.

On the ground, there are still marks of friction from our fights.

It was as if I had been taken to an "execution chamber", and several people dragged me by the hands and feet, making me unable to move. Then, he set me up in a chair, held my head tightly, inserted a few electrodes into my head, and seemed ready to click on me.

At this point, I was like a stranded fish, in pain, but with nowhere to struggle. Either give in or rebel, this is my imminent choice at the moment. But in the current situation, I can only choose to obey, and there is no room for struggle.

"Did you know you have schizophrenia?" The doctor in the white coat asked me uncomfortably and kindly.

"I dare say that I absolutely not, first, that mentally ill people do not have coherent logical thinking; Second, the mentally ill do not have a collective consciousness; Third, mentally ill people are mood swings, moody, and unable to carry out normal social activities. I said angrily, "Where am I?" ”

"Another point is that a mentally ill person will never admit that he is sick." The doctor in the white coat replied to me with sophistry.

"Oh, is it? That just means that you are sick. I said, "There are no absolutes in the world, only relative things. There are no absolutes in the world, only relative things. Don't you know about Marx's dialectical materialism? Just like a person riding a bus, it is stationary relative to the bus and moving relative to pedestrians on the road. ”

"Okay, then why don't we eat the food we gave you and throw it away?" The doctor in the white coat asked me a question.

"Because we ate it, we admitted that we were mentally ill, one meal, six people, how do you let us eat?"

"But this is exactly the manifestation of schizophrenia, although you have agreed, but because of your waste of food, because there is no problem with the food itself, it is the mind that you have given the problem. If there is a problem, we can communicate, but it can be solved in a way that does not break it. ”

Suddenly, I was speechless. I don't know if it's because of our strange thinking, or because of the lines that the hospital argues for, I think it's a huge fallacy.

"Say, take medicine or electric shock?"

I relented, "Resolutely don't take medicine." ”

"Let's start the treatment." The "medical staff" in a white lab coat said to another assistant.

I saw the assistant flip the switch, and my scalp immediately started to tingle and my body began to twitch. The sound of the electric current passing through the transformer and causing the surrounding vibrations to be deafening to me.

"Ah, it hurts!" I screamed in pain.

At this moment, I felt the pain of being pregnant in October and giving birth in one day.

"Quick, stop." I pleaded.

I couldn't open my eyes anymore, and a huge electric current flowed through my brain, through the central nervous system to my organs, and my whole body began to convulse and be in pain.

Finally stopped.

I had a local anesthetic sensation on my face, like an aftershock after an earthquake.

"At the end of the treatment, if we still refuse to take the medicine, we will be intubated." The doctor's cold words made me sound like a death curse.

I was dragged back into the hall, limp, and without strength. I didn't have any energy to think about anything else, and I fell asleep.