Chapter 182

Zion worked in a private hospital located in the Utopia States. He pondered for a moment before answering. "Well, it depends on how they usually behave. For instance, are they perpetually in a somber mood? Are their minds clouded with negative thoughts? Are they unable to muster interest in anything? Did they give up on all their old hobbies? Do they spend their days doing nothing, staying inside, and just lying in bed?

"Why are you asking? Are you depressed?"

Quentin snapped, "Yeah, right!"

Zion was rendered speechless. "How rude!"

Quentin inquired, "What if that person still has all their hobbies, goes out a lot, and occasionally acts provocatively? Also, they only occasionally have suicidal tendencies. Could they be depressed?"

Exasperated, Zion adjusted his glasses. "I believe you might've misunderstood me, Mr. Lowe. Let me put it this way; depression steals the light from a person's eyes. Their minds are filled with sadness and negative thoughts, and they prefer to be alone