"I'm fine, listen to me. I don't need a shrink."
"Last night you were rolled into the emergency complaining severe headache on the scale of ten on ten." tired of hearing the 'fine' word, Suyin looked up from the tab, "Upon examination, the attending doctor found you were highly drunk, tachycardiac, high blood pressure, agitated, and showed psychotic symptoms,"
"Psychotic symptoms? That's a lie! You did this, isn't it? Bloody shrink!" Zeng cursed at Dr. Jeff, resisting the urge to lunge at him for writing something like this on his chart. "He is a shrink, so obviously everybody he sees he looks for some sort of a mental problem with them. But Not me. It was just a headache. It probably happened because I drank a lot, had a few cigarettes. But that's all. He's framing me."
"Zeng, you were delusional and mumbling gibberish. It was me who called Dr. Jeff to examine you," Fei Hong broke in, shocked at his contorted face, boiling with anger.
