As the man was forcibly sent back to the "Dragon Palace", Xiao Bai was left standing in place dumbfounded. It seems that there are no such characters in my own world.

After Lu Ming completed the formalities and gave thousands of instructions, he still left the hospital nervously. Of course, Xiaobai didn't care about what Lu Ming told him, because he found that the people here were always a little different from those who came into contact outside. No one is surprised that someone says something strange or does something unbelievable, some people stare at the ceiling for a day, and some people get together to dance and say things that are incomprehensible to ordinary people

Of course, Xiaobai always puts himself in a corner and never mixes with them, although sometimes he wants to say what he thinks, but he finds that these people never seem to care about what others say, and only care about expressing their own opinions. So simply, I didn't say anything and just watched quietly. Occasionally, when I hear them talk about "immortals" and "dragon kings", they will also raise their eyelids, as if these ones in their mouths still have a little bit of a relationship with themselves. Of course, the one who "surprised" him at the beginning has now changed his name again, sometimes "Jade Emperor", sometimes "Red Child".

Because Xiaobai likes to hide in a corner all day long, looking at the sky with blank eyes, he doesn't know what he's thinking all day long. But the doctors and nurses only know that he is a better patient to take care of. Don't cry much, don't cause trouble. Of course, they won't call him Xiaobai, as long as it is a normal doctor and nurse, they will call him "Lu Chen".

Only some patients don't call him that, and of course they don't call him Xiaobai. As for what to shout, it depends on what comes to mind at that time.

After seeing too many strange people and some inexplicable behaviors, Xiaobai has realized that this hospital is indeed "not simple" after a week of adaptation, and it is not simple because people here can say it casually, and others will listen to it casually, anyway, normal doctors and nurses will not take it seriously. The only thing that made Lu Chen more depressed was that his personal freedom was restricted, and he couldn't do anything else every day except to have some examinations and take some pills. Stay like this. His physical condition was getting better and better, and he was no longer as thin as he had seen in the mirror at the beginning. Anyway, his soul seems to be still dead, and the description of the walking dead is not too much at all. It seems that he has given up all hope. All he knows now is that he is a psychopath, living in a psychiatric hospital.

Lu Ming's parents returned to their hometown two days after Lu Chen entered the hospital, and although Lu Ming repeatedly asked them to stay for a few more days, the second elder still insisted on leaving. The old couple felt that they couldn't help much here, and every time they thought of Lu Chen's condition, the old lady wiped her tears sadly. It's better to go back to your hometown and wait for Xin'er, this disease can't be cured in a day and a half.

When Lu Ming came to visit Lu Chen in the hospital again, he felt sad again when he saw that Lu Chen was still in that muddy state. But a doctor's suggestion gave him hope again.

"It's best to find some of the patient's favorite things to do to assist in treatment. ”

So Lu Ming thought of Lu Chen's paintings, since they were all like this, what should he do with his paintings? So the next day, Lu Ming moved all the things that Lu Chen painted, which made the doctors and nurses a little surprised, could it be that this person was an artist before he got sick?

Perhaps the doctor's judgment was correct, and they found that Lu Chen had really started to apply and smear after two days of staring at the pair of paint plates. Of course, what is drawn, they can't understand. Since then, the doctors and nurses in the hospital have found that Lu Chen, a patient, is easier to take care of than other patients, and he paints quietly and alone every day! They came to the conclusion that this was once a painter who was a painter, and even at this point he was still painting instinctively. Perhaps part of the reason is that they take it for granted that people who engage in art don't seem to be normal.

After a long time, there will be a lot of patients surrounding Xiaobai every day, and now it seems that he is more suitable for the name "Lu Chen". When he paints, they are always whispering to each other, occasionally pointing and discussing the content of the picture enthusiastically.

This surprised Xiaobai a little, did they know what they were drawing, could these "patients" be able to understand? And when he listened carefully to what they were discussing, he was really disappointed. It seems that what they say has nothing to do with his paintings, and what is even more interesting is that Lu Chen found that a gray-haired old man was always quietly watching him paint from a distance, always with a thoughtful expression on his face. Never say a word, and never get involved in their discussions. The first one comes, the last one goes.

"I am a dragon in the fairy world, a worm in the mortal world. Draw every day to live, hoping to die early and be reborn sooner. This is the best portrayal of Lu Chen's current decadent state in his heart every day when he paints.

Time always flies in everyone's oblivion, and Xiaobai has been painting in this environment for more than three months.

The almost blurred consciousness had already made him feel like he had almost forgotten who he was, and the occasional "Lu Chen" was not consciously accepted by him. Could it be that he is really Lu Chen! Xiaobai is just fantasizing about himself? Like everyone else here, he just has some mental problems, so what was he like before as Lu Chen! He once again fell into a deep contradiction, and these emotions also began to affect his paintings, but the content of the picture made people more and more incomprehensible. The only thing that can be known is that he was a prolific painter, and the hut he was in was already piled up with all sorts of finished and semi-finished products.

Lu Chen kept painting every day, and the old man still came every day, watching quietly and sitting silently. Lu Chen put away the pen, and he left.