Xu Huo was very lucid; he knew that Xu Zhi had died, and even if he saw Xu Zhi in the hospital, it was merely his hallucination.
This hospital might not be where the copy resided, but it undoubtedly affected people's mental states.
After escaping, what he saw as the "real world", the "family members" who insisted on sending him to the hospital for treatment, the 'relatives' who visited, were all steps toward destroying his spiritual world.
The most firmly held, deeply ingrained beliefs had been overthrown; anyone would begin to doubt themselves. Those who came in were more or less influenced, and the worse a person's state, the more perfect the psychiatric hospital seemed to be.
"Xu Huo?" Yu Qingqing waved her hand in front of his eyes.
"I want to change into a different set of clothes," Xu Huo said as he walked toward his ward. As he entered, he opened his wardrobe, which contained a complete set of new clothes and shoes.