“I see…” After hearing Doctor Yuan's answer, Feng Bujue wasn't too surprised. He calmly continued, "Then, may I ask… who is paying for my medical expenses?"

"Heh…" Doctor Yuan chuckled upon hearing this question. "Well… rest assured. The state will take care of you for life with a case like yours, just consider it an investment in research."

"Oh…" Feng Bujue pondered for a moment, then asked, "If it's convenient, could you also tell me if anyone has visited me over the years? Parents, of course, and classmates, friends…"

"Number 3232." Doctor Yuan's expression instantly turned cold. He interrupted Jue-ge before he could finish. "This isn't the first time I've said this to you, but I don't mind repeating it—your parents died in a car accident several years ago; even before their death, they never came to visit you; because they… were also among the victims of the assault you committed when you were ten years old. After that case, your mother permanently lost sight in her right eye and hearing in her right ear. She also underwent a long period of psychological counseling to recover from the trauma you caused; of course, compared to the other victims, your parents were considered lucky…"

At this point, Doctor Yuan straightened up, leaned back in his chair, then placed his elbows on the armrests and interlaced his fingers in front of his chest. "...Therefore, they couldn't possibly come to see you; as for 'friends', 'classmates'… ha…" He sneered. "3232, if you were a parent or a teacher, would you allow your child to have any further contact with a child who, before the age of ten, was committed to a mental hospital for serious violent crimes?"

"Understood," Feng Bujue nodded and murmured. "So, the person who's had the most contact with me over the years should be you, Doctor?"

"Hmph… I don't have that honor." Doctor Yuan immediately denied Jue-ge's deduction with a sarcastic tone, and added, "This mental hospital is established by the state, specifically to house incurable super-lunatics like you; to prevent mentally unstable staff from being affected by you 'patients'…" He even raised his hands and made quotation marks. "...all positions here are rotated regularly. Simply put… I only work here for two months each year, and I'm only responsible for two of your twelve regular check-ups each year; but… I'm very familiar with your examination reports from the past decade…" He smiled. "In fact, your examination report is quite famous here; the doctors who have read it all say… if it could be adapted into a novel and published, it would definitely be a bestseller."

"Is that so…" Feng Bujue also smiled. "Then why hasn't anyone done that? Is it inconvenient to put a name on it? Or are there some copyright issues?"

"That's not the case." Doctor Yuan said. "It's simply because we have regulations that prevent us from spreading information about patients or the inner workings of the hospital…"

"I thought you were concerned about patient confidentiality agreements and basic professional ethics," Feng Bujue replied.

"Are you kidding me?" Doctor Yuan replied with a forced smile. "You, who doesn't even have the most basic humanity and rationality, are talking to me about professional ethics?"

"Judging from your tone, not resorting to torture towards a murderous demon like me who has essentially lost all human rights… is already a kind of mercy, right?" Feng Bujue continued.

Doctor Yuan didn't answer this question, because their conversation was being recorded; although these recordings wouldn't be leaked and could be very explicit, directly answering such a question was clearly inappropriate. For Doctor Yuan personally, it was also something that could be used against him.

"Alright, 3232, I've said enough." After waiting a few seconds, Doctor Yuan chose to change the subject. "Now, it's my turn to ask questions, right?"

"Of course," Feng Bujue said. "I'll keep my word… I'll cooperate with you."

For the next twenty minutes, the two engaged in a rigid, question-and-answer session.

Doctor Yuan asked mostly formulaic questions, such as… "Have you noticed any changes in your body recently?", "What are your thoughts on your current living situation?", "Do you have any requests that you would like us to fulfill?" and so on.

Every patient he was responsible for would be asked these questions.

In addition, there were also a few questions tailored to the patient's specific situation, such as "Do you still believe that Thriller Paradise is real?", "Can you distinguish between the virtual world and reality?", and "Do you still have any recollection of your violent behavior in 'reality' over the years?"

And Feng Bujue… based on his memory, answered each of these questions briefly and truthfully.

Twenty minutes later, Doctor Yuan finished asking the prepared questions. Without him even needing to speak, Feng Bujue could already tell from the expression on his face the line—"It's time to end this boring examination."

"Alright…" Sure enough, the next second, Doctor Yuan opened his mouth and said, "I think… we'll stop here for toda—"

"Knowledge." Suddenly, Feng Bujue loudly said two words, cutting off the last syllable of his sentence.

"What?" Doctor Yuan was taken aback by what he said, and instinctively asked, "What knowledge?"

"I have a question about my knowledge reserves," Feng Bujue asked in rapid succession, before the other party could stop him. "After I was locked up in this mental hospital, did I continue to receive education? Or… did I have any access to information from the outside world through any channels?"

"Well…" Doctor Yuan thought for a moment and replied, "Anyway, the data shows… no."

"In other words, my knowledge reserves should still be at the level they were before I was imprisoned, that is… the level of a fourth-grade elementary school student," Feng Bujue continued.

"Uh…" Doctor Yuan's expression changed slightly upon hearing this. He seemed to vaguely realize something. "That's right, that should be the case."

"Doctor Yuan, if you were someone who had been isolated from the world since the age of ten, had not received any outside information for fourteen years, and only had a fourth-grade education, do you think it would be possible for you to fabricate the 'stories' that I tell?" Feng Bujue used the same tone the other party had used earlier and posed a hypothetical question in return.

Doctor Yuan seemed to be provoked, because he was left speechless by this question.

He didn't answer, but instead pressed a button on the desk phone, leaned close to the handset, and said, "The examination is over, take the patient away."