It Turns Out I'm Not Mentally Ill

'''[Please give a five-star review after finishing! I beg you! (Sending hearts)] Lin Jianyuan, 27, an office worker. Ever since he fainted from overtime work and was sent to the hospital, he’s been seeing strange things every day. Like vines crawling out of his colleague’s pupils. Like frogs spitting out from his boss’s split trachea during meetings. Like finally commuting for two hours, dragging his exhausted body home, opening the door only to find a fleshy-pink independent digestive system smiling at him with its mouth opening and closing: "You’re back. Would you like to take a bath, eat, or... me?" Lin Jianyuan: "But your whole set of innards is still raw, how am I supposed to eat...