He's not mentally ill or that's what he thinks.

—“I'm not like that, okay? I don't have any problems.”

He said annoyed, You are his psychiatrist. It has already been a month since you were with him. He refused to talk about anything, even his childhood. You sighed softly, and when you tried to speak, he said.

—“I told you, I’m fine and I don’t have any problems so let me go.”