On the afternoon of the day I was admitted to the hospital, a nurse took me for a full-body examination.

They roughly grabbed me and injected an unknown drug into my arm.

Within three minutes, my whole body became weak, and I couldn't muster any strength.

The doctor used metal straps to secure my hands and feet, rendering me immobile, but my mind was unusually clear.

I heard the nurse reporting my condition.

"Patient's name: Zhao Qing."

"Gender: Male."

"Age: 23 years old."

"Mental condition: extremely poor."

"According to the family's description: The patient has severe violent tendencies, delusions, schizophrenia, paranoia, restlessness, amnesia, and even caused multiple injuries to his mother, resulting in her disability."

"The family has only paid for one month of treatment and has indicated that they will not pay for further expenses."

I felt angry in my heart: It's no wonder it's my stepmother, plotting against me.

I wanted to argue, but my throat was dry and it was difficult to speak.

The doctor pressed down on my arm.

He skillfully drew blood.

"Will the family come to take the patient away after one month?"

I heard the nurse sigh helplessly:

"The family claims to be going abroad, and after the patient recovers, they suggest sending him to a welfare institution."

A wave of hatred filled my heart: Stepmother is planning to take the money and run!

I saw the doctor smile strangely.

I tried to open my mouth and plead my innocence.

But before I could speak.

Zi Zi-

A burst of electric drill sound suddenly appeared by my ear.

I stared in astonishment.

The doctor turned on the surgical spotlight, shining it on top of my head.

The bright light made my eyes ache.

I heard the doctor's indifferent command:

"Open the instructional video. Today, we'll be recording a cranial trepanation procedure."

I looked at them in fear.

I struggled to break free from the restraints of the metal strap, but my limbs were weak, and I was completely feeble.

I painfully opened my numb lips: "How dare you perform a secret surgery? Do you want to be caught and imprisoned?"

The doctor's gaze was cold, treating me as if I were a lamb to be slaughtered:

"Patient number 14, there's no need to panic. It's all just your illusion. We're only conducting routine examinations."

I knew it wasn't an illusion!

I shouted angrily, even though my voice was small and feeble:

"I'm not sick at all! I'm being framed! I'll expose all of you!"

The doctor ignored my existence and taped my mouth shut.

My head was held in place by the skull clamp.

My hair was shaved off by the doctor.

His rough hands rubbed my scalp, searching for the precise spot to enter with the drill.

Suddenly, the sound of the electric drill echoed by my ear.

A tremendous fear and piercing pain engulfed me.

I fainted.