This meal is like a fish in my throat, and there is still most of it left at the end of the time, and I am not in a state of being, thinking about all the things that Yoko said.

"No leftovers!" The administrator stopped me from putting the tray in the recycling basket, and reached for the stick in my hand and asked with a straight face. "Eat it."

"I'm not feeling well." I said that the grievances made me want to drop the 'pig food' in my hand, but I knew the end of doing that, so I could only endure the grievances and weakly refute them.

"Really?" The administrator, who has 20 years of experience, doesn't believe me, she knows how unpalatable these meals are for patients, and she likes to see that we are forced to fill our stomachs.

I looked up at her carefully, and her eyes were fierce, as if if I didn't want to eat it, then I could never eat it.

I tightened the plate in my hand, and I had an urge to vent my negative emotions, obviously that impulse was all written on my face, so that Si Yufan couldn't help but step forward: "It's uncomfortable, isn't it?" Come with me to the clinic and I'll show you. ”

The doctor spoke, and the administrator naturally didn't dare to make a mistake, and didn't insist on anything.

I glanced at Si Yufan, thinking about his assessment of me, and gritted my teeth tightly.

Yoko, who was behind me, saw that I didn't move, and pushed me remindedly.

I put down the plate and followed Si Yufan out of the restaurant.

"What's wrong with you?" In the office, Si Yufan took a diagnostic device to check my heart pulse, and his tone was as gentle as ever.

"It's been almost a week, is your assessment report out?" I didn't answer him, I asked rhetorically.

"It's already filled in, and I'll hand it in tomorrow morning." Si Yufan took off his stethoscope and leaned against his desk to look at me. "You're not uncomfortable, you're nervous."

"If you were to do the same, your report would be the final verdict for me." I tried to calm myself down, after all, it was Yoko who overheard it, and there might be a mistake, so I should have determined the situation before making a conclusion.

The corners of Si Yufan's lips rose slightly, acknowledging the importance of this report.

"Did you put my suggestion in?" I asked confirmatively.

"Involving people from St. Ann's Church in the investigation?"

I nodded.

He nodded.

"Then I have nothing to be nervous about, God can be long-sighted, and he will not let the innocent me become a scapegoat."

Si Yufan smiled slightly, quite meaningful.

I pursed my lips and left my position. "Can I go to the evening event?"

After getting Si Yufan's consent, I left the office.

After dinner, the sick could go for a walk in the courtyard, and I took advantage of the time to go to the bathroom to sneak out of the guard's sight and run to Si Yufan's office.

It's a late time for doctors and executives, and there's no one in the office.

I slipped into the office, took the door with me, and rummaged through the drawers at either end of my desk to find the report.

Soon, I found a folder in the top drawer on the right, which contained my assessment report, and attached to a USB stick, which I didn't have to think about to know was my audio recording.

I took out the assessment report, flipped to the summary on the last page, and a few lines pierced my eyes like sharp thorns'... Speak appropriately, think clearly, tell the events logically, behave normally in daily life, do not show any signs of mental illness, and have the suspicion of subconscious sin transfer after committing a crime...'

What is the 'subconscious sin transfer'???

It means that I deliberately pretended to be crazy in order to avoid criminal responsibility?!