Chapter 2

The doctor, looking helpless, took out his phone.

"You can check our hospital's official website. My information is there, and it can't be faked."

"If you still don't believe me, I will explain the situation to the police right now. Is that okay?"

Having said that, under everyone's gaze, the doctor dialed 911.

The call was quickly connected, and a calm male voice came through the phone.

"Hello, this is 911. What's the issue?"

"Sorry, officer, I'm a doctor at Newton Psychiatric Hospital. We reported a patient missing earlier, but we have found her now. Thank you for your efforts."

"One moment."

After a brief silence, the voice on the phone replied, "Alright, since the person is found, we're pulling back."

I stared incredulously at the doctor's phone.

How could this be? Why would the police also say there was a patient on the run?

The doctor thanked the officer and hung up the phone.

By then, everyone present was convinced I was mentally ill.

As I was about to be dragged into the ambulance, I saw the doctor's phone screen.

It was on the contact details page, with the note reading “911”!

I struggled with all my might, yelling, "Don't believe them! That call is fake! They pre-recorded the call!"

However, no one believed me.

Seeing me in such a hysterical state, they became even more convinced of my mental illness.

A man beside me took out a white cloth and stuffed it into my mouth.

Then, they lifted me into the ambulance and strapped me down with layers of restraints.

Suppressing the fear in my heart, I tried to force out a voice until a taste of rust filled my throat.

"Damn, this woman is so noisy. It's killing me!" the man beside me cursed impatiently.

Suddenly, I felt a pain in my neck.

One of the men had jabbed a syringe into my neck.

I felt my body become extraordinarily heavy.

It was a sedative.

No! I couldn't sleep!

But under the effect of the drug, I unwillingly closed my eyes.