My blood finally turned pure green.

The nurse's face couldn't hide her delight as she drew my blood for the last time.

"Congratulations, Patient 14, you are cured, you don't need to take the red solution anymore tomorrow."

I gratefully said, "Thank you for your hard work these days."

When the door closed, I was overjoyed.

Cured - equivalent to discharge.

Although I have forgotten my past, I remember who my enemy is.

My stepmother, the chief culprit who pushed me into the abyss.

The first thing I do after leaving the asylum is to take revenge on her.

I slept particularly sweetly that night.

Early the next morning, the director came personally to see me off:

"Zhao Qing, this is your discharge card, welcome back home anytime, the asylum's door will always be open for you."

I smiled and nodded, took a palm-sized card, and followed him closely.

The director walked to the end of the first floor.

He used fingerprint verification to open the heavy iron door that was locked.

I saw a spiral staircase.

The director turned aside and made way: "Come on, Zhao Qing, this is the real exit."

I stepped over the threshold without hesitation.

The iron door closed behind me.

With a muffled sound of "bang," dim lights came on along the stairs.

I cautiously stepped down, step by step, into a dark, damp underground cave.

About ten minutes later, I headed west and entered a dark and damp underground cave.

There seemed to be something burning ahead, and I smelled the smell of impending death.

I slowed my pace.

I saw two tall and strong men throwing incomplete wax figures into a burning, bottomless pit of fire.

The wax slowly fell off in the flames, and the exposed muscles gradually withered and turned black, the paraffin oil burst, filling the air with thick smoke.

One of the men saw me but showed no surprise.

He asked as usual, "Did you get the discharge card?"

I nodded and pulled out the crumpled card from my pocket. "Remember the words on the card, and then throw it into the fire."

I opened the card with confusion.

On the front was a line of large characters—

【Patient Zhao Qing, congratulations on your successful discharge. The asylum will always be your home, you are welcome to come back at any time.】

The back was densely covered with tiny characters—

【Patient discharge regulations】

【We provide comprehensive services to patients, to ensure that you can return to society and realize your self-worth after discharge, we have arranged a high-paying job for you.】

【Patients who refuse to work will be considered worthless garbage.】

【Garbage will be incinerated.】

【If you experience physical discomfort, hallucinations, or illusions during work, please return to the asylum for follow-up treatment. Our treatment is free of charge.】

【The working unit provides meals and accommodations, and can fulfill any of your wishes, including revenge.】

【All matters related to the asylum are confidential, do not disclose.】

【Talking nonsense can easily lead to recurrence of mental illness.】

【Finally, I wish you a pleasant work experience, but violating the rules will lead to severe consequences.】

I read it twice in my heart and remembered it by heart.

I threw the card into the fire pit.

A strong man led me deep into the cave.

We climbed a winding and rugged staircase that spiraled up steeply to the ground.

I asked the man, "Where are we going?"

The man replied indifferently, "To the place where you work."

I remembered that when going downhill, it only took about ten minutes, but going uphill took half an hour.

We successfully arrived on the mainland.

This was a remote suburb.

Amidst lush mountains and forests, I saw a renovated scenic area.

The sign read - West Suburb Wax Museum.

The man took me via a detour to the back door and entered through the basement.

I saw Patient No. 13 - the middle-aged woman who had been discharged early.

She was wearing a blue and white striped work suit and had her hair tied up in a neat ponytail.

She was surprised to see me, then a stiff smile crept onto her face, "Welcome to the Wax Museum for work."