Both Shiller, holding a glass of water, and Batman were taken aback.
Beihan stepped over the window fra and walked in, sighing as if in disbelief, "I really don't understand what these psychiatrists are thinking, they insist I've been living here for several years, that I have schizophrenia..."
"And delusions." Shiller added.
"Right, so...why do I feel you're I feel a bit weird?" Beihan asked, slightly raising his eyebrows as he looked at Shiller, who was strapped to the bed, then returning his gaze to Batman, "And what are you doing here?"
"I'm just here to visit a sick friend."
"I an, if he's tied to the bed, why don't you help him?"
As Beihan spoke, he walked over and unclasped the magnetic buckle that was restraining Shiller. It happened so fast Shiller didn't even have ti to protest.
The mont the pressure on his joints vanished, Shiller's subconscious could instinctively tell his body was free through nerve reflex. This initiated a resurgence of his morbid instincts from deep within the abyss.
"Bang!"
With just one shoulder, Shiller knocked Beihan clear across an adjacent bed, sending him crashing on the ground, head first.
"God." Beihan muttered as he crawled to his feet, rubbing his bruised forehead. Batman swiftly reattached Shiller's restraints, picked up a glass of water and said, "You might understand soon how important it is to avoid making unnecessary actions."
Rubbing his sore head, Beihan squinted at Shiller, "Sothing's off. You don't look like him. You remind of the strictest professors from university."
"It's also important not to say unnecessary things." Batman added.
"So how were your grades?" Shiller imdiately asked.
"Of course they were excellent." Beihan furrowed his brows before quickly standing from the bed, "Is now the ti to discuss this? Whether we've been hypnotized, or we're in an illusion, we need to find a way out of here."
"Then your parents must be very proud of you." Shiller turned his head away, making an offhand remark.
Beihan paused, his hands folded between his legs, then lifted them briefly before letting them fall back and said, "Probably."
Shiller and Batman quickly exchanged glances, implying 'There seems to be hope', 'You should go', 'No, you go', 'No, you.'
In the end, Shiller sighed, and after moving a bit on the bed he turned to Beihan, "Have you talked to your primary doctor?"
"What primary doctor? I'm not a patient." Beihan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "They can't find any evidence to prove that I'm sick, no brain scans, no neurologica data, no reliable, factual, scientific data to prove that I have a ntal illness."
"All I have is a pile of files that look like philosophy exam papers, and I didn't even fill them out. The answers are completely different from my thoughts. I really don't understand what makes them so sure I have a ntal illness."
"Have you asked for a retest?" Shiller asked.
"This has nothing to do with tests." Beihan spread his hands, "All of the examples they used don't have definite, irrefutable evidence. For instance, they say that I have inherited ntal illness from my mother's side, but they can't provide any credible test data."
"They say I often have hallucinations, that I fantasize about being the world's richest man, living in a huge mansion, having the world's smartest brain, and also being Batman. But the fact is, I can indeed calculate complex formulas in an instant, and I have a head full of knowledge about chanical equipnt. If this is an illusion, how do you explain these?"
"Then they say I have intermittent episodes. In the five years I've been hospitalized, I have a manic episode every week where I aggressively argue with doctors. But when I ask them about the details of my 19th episode—who I debated with, who was present, if there was surveillance footage—they can't answer."
Beihan sighed deeply and said, "Why would this perpetrator create such a realistic illusion, yet not prepare even a bit of evidence?"
"Perhaps because he couldn't." Batman took a sip of water, "I'm the person in the world who knows the most about my body's data. It's impossible for him to conceal any data loopholes from . As for the conversation record, I'm also very clear about what I would say."
"What they get wrong is their strong desire to make us believe that we've gone mad. In reality, in a ntal hospital, doctors and nurses never pay attention to any request from a ntally ill patient beyond their basic survival needs."
Shiller added after so reflection, "If you ask them for evidence, they'd simply send you back to your room. If you beco agitated and start yelling, they'd just give you dication. If you try to debate with anyone, any dical personnel would just ignore you."
"It's a peculiar situation, as if you and the dical staff live in two different worlds. There are tis these worlds intersect, but for the most part, they don't see or hear you."
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