âStephie, trust me. Steven tried hard to make me believe him.
âOkay.â I nodded.
I would believe you.
âLetâs go homeâ¦â I whispered.
Stevenâs fingers were already trembling. I guessed that he couldnât hold back anymore.
As expected, as soon as we walked out the door, Michael and the people from the asylum arrived.
They were right on time.
âHe escaped from the asylum. I thought heâd come looking for you,â Michael said in a deep voice, his frown deepening as he cast a cold gaze toward Steven.
âJake has already dropped the charge. The formalities will be completed soon. I want to take him home.
He doesnât need to be hospitalized!â I slowly tightened my grip on Stevenâs hand.
I wouldnât let him be taken away again.
âIâm sorry, our hospital has its own rules, Peter said as he entered from outside.
Peter seemed very calm, as if he had deliberately released a pet trying to escape and was waiting to take him back.
He glanced deeply at Steven and smiled. âSteven, itâs time to go back. Have you forgotten what we talked about?â
I subconsciously turned to Steven. âDonât listen to him. Donât look at himâ¦â
I suspected Peter was hypnotizing Steven.
Stevenâs fingers stiffened, slowly releasing my hand.
My heart almost jumped to my throat. I frantically shook my head at Steven.
âPeter, you bastard! What did you do to him?â I went crazy and tried to hit Peter but was grabbed by the collar from behind.
I turned around in shock and looked at Steven fearfully.
He pulled me into his embrace, holding me tightly.
It seemed like he couldnât hold back anymore, but protecting me had become his instinct.
My eyes burned with rage as I glared at Peter. âYou lunaticâ¦â
Peter frowned, seemingly also in disbelief. He lowered his voice and asked the doctor beside him, âWhat dosage?â
âWeâve already increased the dosageâ¦â The doctor replied anxiously.
Peter glanced at the time.
âHehâ¦â He sneered. âOnce gammaâhydroxybutyric acid enters the body, the chemical components in the drug will induce the polarization effect of neurons, changing the positive and negative electrodes inside and outside the cell membraneâ¦â
I stared at Peter warily, my breath trembling.
âThis will cause ion channel blockage and slow down the transmission of messages between the brain. and the central nervous systemâ¦
âWithin a few minutes, normal people will experience a decrease in brain excitability and suppression of physical sensations. Itâs just like being drunkâ¦â
I clenched my fists tightly and looked back at Steven with red eyes.
He could hardly stand up and was leaning against me, yet he was stubbornly protecting me. His eyes were bloodshot.
âAs his blood sugar levels rise, his breathing and heartbeat will slow downâ¦â Peter calmly described what Stevenâs condition should have been..
âBut from the time we used psychotropic drugs reasonably during the onset of his illness until he escaped the asylum and found you, a total of 23 minutes had passed.â
What shocked Peter was Stevenâs control over his own body and the high degree of concentration of his mental power.
For Peter, this was a terrifying phenomenon because no one could resist chemical drugs.
When injected with large doses of drugs, a person would enter a state of extreme dizziness, with their intelligence and memory gradually fading. They would be like an unconscious baby. They would be easy to manipulateâ¦
Furthermore, during Stevenâs stay at the asylum, Peter not only controlled him with drugs but also employed psychological intervention and hypnosis therapy to cause mental disturbance.
âI want to see how long he can hold on.â Peter suddenly became interested and stopped the people.
around him from grabbing Steven.
He smiled at me and looked at the time. âSteven, come here.â
His voice was like the bell in Pavlovâs dog experiment, causing a person to lose consciousness and obey his commands gradually.
I knew Peter was provoking me.
He wanted me to know that human emotions could never resist chemical drugs.