Chapter 311

"Dr. Damian..." The doctor beside him was clearly uncomfortable; what was happening seemed fundamentally inhumane.

Any doctor with a shred of conscience wouldn't want to torment a patient with mental illness.

Colin was a patient, but he was also a human being.

The other doctors averted their eyes, simmering with anger but silent in their protest.

At Sea City Mental Health Sanatorium, next to the director, was Damian. And since Damian was married to the director's daughter, he was essentially the most powerful and influential person there.

No one dared to challenge him.

No one dared to question him.

Damian glanced coldly at the hesitant doctor. "This kind of experimental data is a rare opportunity."

I gripped Colin's hand tightly, glaring at Damian with fury. "You're the real monster here."

Damian simply looked at me, his expression unreadable.

Nearby, Dexter seemed to realize something was off with Colin. "Dr. Damian, you just need to get him back quickly. There's no need for—"

"Dexter," Melody, with tears in her eyes, interrupted before he could finish. "Dexter, when Caleb loses it, it's terrifying. Let's not interfere; the doctors must have their reasons."

Dexter frowned, glancing at me subconsciously. It was as if he was searching for a plea in my eyes. As if my asking would prompt him to keep advocating for me.

But I didn't ask.

just held Colin's hand tighter. "Can you hold on? Shall

labored,

seemed like a

restraints could imprison his spirit, paralyze

as he

come here," he commanded

was tinged with excitement,

intense internal battle. He let go of my

helplessly, not wanting to let the drugs take hold, knowing it

come back with me," Damian ordered

me away and walked

exhaled in relief. It seemed there was nothing unusual after all, just a patient with stronger resistance to medication

me with a

was warning Dexter to keep me

trying to take my hand. "Phoebe... He should go back

for the mentally ill in mid-20th-century Europe was?" Damian turned back, deliberately provoking

clenched my

to his

with a rage so raw

his arms, restraining me. "Phoebe! Calm

right to subject Colin to such a procedure, but still, I was terrified. The lengths these people would

had said before: We

not be human at all, but these chemicals that

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